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Thursday, 27 November 2014
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jerusalem (d\'archetypes)

In the 1980's our runnings, they were fun boy, we were specialists. Tip toeing, tango's race, riots mix, blessings on the screen. 20 years later and were living in the center of a catalyst. All this imigration, remixing this nation, jingle mution. You know what I mean? [2 3 4]:p If you dont mind I'd like to explain. My parents decided to call me Shane, which is kinda strange, because it rearangered everything that happened there after. please understand im not wishing to blame, I made the choices that lead to my pain. It's not all bad though, if the truth be told, every cloud's got a lining of laughter. [Huh Huh Huh] I laughed as I took their mick out of my own culture in an effort to fit in. [But But Ding Ding] I cried to my mates, not seeing the irony of my actions. An inverse reaction, to the dichotomy of growing up an alien to both, my brown skin, and the country I was living in. No sense of roots away with yoot, who called himself the Milky-bar-kid. Dark on the outside light on the in unable to dig the consequences of what he did. and did those boys in ancient times, hide themself in beats and rhymes, while the countinents divine, shun forth on the primrose hill. I hurt my arse sitting in that fence, not knowing on which side my bread was butted. Not quite english but not quite indian. Enough to make a young man mentaly ill. but now I think ive figured it out See I'm a card carying indian. I'm a doner card carying indian. I'm a doner kebap carying indian. I'm a wandering jury. Brought up in a land where the holy lamb of god was seen revolving on a spit. Are you getting it? == In the 1980's our runnings, they were fun boy, we were specialists. Tip toe, tango's race, riots mix, blessings on the screen. 20 years later and were living in the midle of a catalyst. all this imigration, remixing this nation, jingle mutation. You know what I mean? == The Muslim man next door to me, is a very nice man, who fasts for Ramadan, and gives me Christmas cards and our kids play together in our backyards. This makes me proud to be part of a culture where all races are tolerated. Perhaps it's the begining of a time where we start to understand that actually were all related. Funny, perhaps fated. That it should happen here in London town. Because gues I'd not be here in the first place, if not for the fact, that this country's gangsters once set out to take advantage of my mothertongue's race, and now for its sins the tables are turned. the Minara's and the Minaret's, the good Bara's en the epiphets. The Gujarati [~~ pati goal ~~] who're serving up the tali, to the tracks of the somali's, hunking kali in the alley's, While the Turkish bar's are witnes of the fitnes of the European's. Seeing all the black skin bodies sweating in the mist. Welcome to my city which proudly wears it's legacy. Where the mix up and mash up of colonial piracy has resulted in a place, where all these races are content to co-exist. And that's till the lining I talked about. Well I guess I resolved my issues. No longer ashamed of being brown but proud. And no longer in doubt that this green and pleasant land is my home. The way I see things now: This city is my father, and India my mother, and I'm surrounded by uncles and aunties that I never knew I had. thanks mum and dad. == In the 1980's our runnings, they were fun boy, we were specialists. Tip toe, tango's race, riots mix, blessings on the screen. 20 years later and were living in the midle of a catalyst. all this imigration, remixing this nation, jingle mutation. You know what I mean? == You could be a black man or be a white man. You could be an Indian or come from Pakistan. [One blood! One blood! One blood!] you could be Colombian, Japanese, German, French, American, Russian. It doesnt matter [One blood! One blood! One blood!] I'll not cease from mental fight nor'll my sword sleep in my hand, till jerusalem's been built in this green and pleasant land. === Amplitude === still some error's in this

Haal Kaise Hai Janaab Ka (Geeta Dutt & Kishore Kumar)

chorous...
haal kaise hai janaab ka
kya khayaal hai aap ka
tum to machaal**e o o o
yuhi phisal**e a a a
haal kaise hai janaab ka
kya khayaal hai aap ka
tum to machaal**e o o o
yuhi phisal**e a a a

behki behki
chale hai pawan jo ude tera aanchal
chhodo chhodo
dekho dekho gore gore kale kale baadal
behki behki
chale hai pawan jo ude tera aanchal
chhodo chhodo
dekho dekho gore gore kale kale baadal
kabhi kuch kehti hai kabhi kuch kehti hai
zara nazar ko sambhalna

chorous....

pagli pagli
kabhi tune socha raaste mein**e mil kyon?
pagle pagle
tere baaton mein dhadakta hai dil kyon
pagli pagli
kabhi tune socha raaste mein**e mil kyon?
pagle pagle
tere baaton mein dhadakta hai dil kyon
kabhi kuch kehti hai kabhi kuch kehti hai
zara nazar ko sambhalna

chorous.....

kaho ji kaho ji
roz tere sang yuhi dil behlaaye kya
suno ji suno ji
samajh sako to samjho batalaaye kya
kaho ji kaho ji
roz tere sang yuhi dil behlaaye kya
suno ji suno ji
samajh sako to samjho batalaaye kya
kabhi kuch kehti hai kabhi kuch kehti hai
zara nazar ko sambhalna


chorous....

Aye Dil Mushkil Jeena Yahan (Mohd. Rafi & Geeta Dutt)

Rafi - Aye dil hai mushkil, jeena yahan
jara hat ke jara bach ke, yeh hai bombay meri jaan
aa ha ha ho ho ho, hee ha haha
humh humm....
Aye dil hai mushkil, jeena yahan
jara hat ke jara bach ke, yeh hai bombay meri jaan

Kahin building, kahin tramein, kahin motor, kahin mill
milta hai yahan sab kuchh, ek milta nahi dil
Kahin building, kahin tramein, kahin motor, kahin mill
milta hai yahan sab kuchh, ek milta nahi dil
insaan ka nahi, kahin namo nishan
jara hat ke jara bach ke, yeh hai bombay meri jaan
ae dil hai mushkil - -

kahin satta kahin patta, kahin chori kahin race
kahin daaka khain faaqa, kahin thokar kahin thes
kahin satta kahin patta, kahin chori kahin race
kahin daaka khain faaqa, kahin thokar kahin thes
bekaaro ke hain, kai kaam yahan
jara hat ke jara bach ke, yeh hai bombay meri jaan
ae dil hai mushkil - - -

Beghar ko aawara, yahan kahate hans hans
khud kaate gale sab ke, kahein is ko bizness
Beghar ko aawara, yahan kahate hans hans
khud kaate gale sab ke, kahein is ko bizness
ek cheez ke hain, kai naam yahan
jara hat ke jara bach ke, yeh hai bombay meri jaan
ae dil hai mushkil - - -

Geeta Dutt - Bura duniya ko hai kahata, aisa bhola to na ban
jo hai karta woh hai bharta, hai yahan ka yeh chalan
Bura duniya ko hai kahata, aisa bhola to na ban
jo hai karta woh hai bharta, hai yahan ka yeh chalan
dadagiri nahi, chalne ki yahan
yeh hai bombay yeh hai bombai, yeh hai bombai meri jaan

Rafi - Aye dil hai mushkil, jeena yahan
jara hat ke jara bach ke, yeh hai bombay meri jaan

Geeta Dutt - Aye dil hai aasan, jeena yahan
suno mister suno bandhu, yeh hai bombay meri jaan

Rafi - Aye dil hai mushkil, jeena yahan
jara hat ke jara bach ke, yeh hai bombay meri jaan


--ContriButed By Adnan.I.M


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