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Listen Ogo bideshini tomar (ORIGINAL)----ANDREW KISHORE


Lyrics

Pastelon (Los Mox!)

Pasturriente decante
estusado y mal oliente
tira el tufo pa´otro lao
ya tení a todo mareao

No te entiendo lo q´hablai
resignai si vomitai
vete a la cuneta
ya está guitriá completa

Te sacaron la rechucha
por pastel y mochero
te la diste e´ pata negra
terminaste en el suelo

No me vengas con la mula
de q´no habiai comido
por tu boca ya salieron
dos completos bien molidos

CORO:
Pastelon...
¡pastelon!, ¡pastelon!, ¡pastelon!

Terminaste en un cuartel
te pegaron por pastel
reclamaste por si acaso
y te dieron un lumazo

Llamaste para tu casa
no sae q´chucha pasa
tu mamá te esperará
con un palo te dará

Quedaste como piñata
y meao hasta las patas
en ve de tomar la siesta
ya te fuiste a la otra fiesta

Te llamaron orilla e´playa
bien curao y canalla
sale luego de este bar
vete pronto a tu hogar

CORO:

Allegro (Chancho En Piedra)

Desde que comensé a vivir
me di cuenta que yo no era igual a los demás
que no vine aquí a morir
si no a hacer algo original
siente temor de ser diferente
y que alguien me explique por favor
quienes están locos en el mundo de hoy

estarán ellos bien
o yo estoy loco

Las pilas se agotan
lo antiguo se vota
las modas pasan
el tiempo avanza
la vida se acaba
pero lo que hacemos
queda para siempre

Piensa actúa
El tiempo se acaba
Ya

Frozen (Celldweller)

Inside this fantasy
It seems so real to me
Synthetic ecstasy, when her legs are open
True Love behind a wall
Where men and angels fall
A fading memory, when my mind is frozen

I can see a frozen point in time
Where her figure still awaits
Tongue of fire tracing lips outline
Where frozen breath originates

With one motion of her waiting eyes
She strips everything away
This one moment is intensified
And colors all fade to grey

I am in the only place that i want to be
Though we know that it ends eventually
But it's alright because right now we're frozen

"I want to forget mistakes they've helped me make
It's better to be broken than to break"

Inside this fantasy
It seems so real to me
Synthetic ecstasy, when her legs are open
True Love behind a wall
Where men and angels fall
A fading memory, when my mind is frozen

I can see a frozen point in time
That is easy to retrace
Light and darkness are both intertwined
The elements are in their place with

One motion of her wanting mind
The real world begins to fade
And all the hateful things I have become
Temporarily go away

Inside this fantasy
It seems so real to me
Synthetic ecstasy, when her legs are open
True Love behind a wall
Where men and angels fall
A fading memory, when my mind is frozen

When my mind's frozen:

I'll take you anwhere you want to go
Far from anything that feels like home (lets go)
You are anyone I want to be (it's here and now, and now it's only you and me)

It's never enough (mmm that's true)
I want to stay here (yeah, and I do too)
Breakin' it down(takin' it down)
With smell(smell), touch(touch, taste(taste), sight(sight), and sound(sound)

How long will I be here without you near because I'm so cold
Break them first or I'll get broken is not what I was told, now I'm so cold
I'm so cold
So cold

Inside this fantasy
It seems so real to me
Synthetic ecstasy, when her legs are open
True Love behind a wall
Where men and angels fall
A fading memory, when my mind is frozen

Inside this fantasy
It seems so real to me
Synthetic ecstasy, when her legs are open
True Love behind a wall
Where men and angels fall
A fading memory, when my mind is frozen

Fatal (RZA)

(Intro)
Blade, ready to die?
I was born ready mother**er

(Verse 1)
Yo, yo, yo,
It's the feast of the blood was said,
To unleash the beast within,
I walk around, with the strength of a hundred men,
To best to run before I count to ten,
Blood drippin from my canine, like a fountain pen,
It seems I've been asleep for a thousand years,
The way my world has changed it brings me a thousand tears,
Prince of darkness, they walk through the rays of light,
To this being a vampire, I'm the prototype,
This shape shifting mirror image flash photo type,
To everlasting original red blood-o-type

(KING)
He was born perfect,
And just like the great white shark,
This guy has never had to evolve

(Chrous x2)
Try to do as my name, that's fatal,
Try to claim my fame, (for)that's fatal,
About to brave the pain, that's fatal,
Bite through your jugular vein, that's fatal,

(Hook)
Come on, walk with me,
Come on, walk with me,
Come on, walk with me,
walk with me,
Come on, walk with me,
Come on, walk with me,
Come on, walk with me,
walk with me,
Come on, walk with me,

(BLADE)
You're not imortal
I must have heard hundreds of you rodents make the same claim,
Each one of them has tasted the end of my sword,

(Verse 2)
I swipe back with a vengence,
The father of your decendents,
And I can't be deflected, by your silver cross pendants,
Blimey holy water, you make the false images,
Once waiting for the sickle, aaah your life of innocence,
Sting like the scorpion, strike with the force of ten,
My blood is gonna revitalisethe corpse of men,
And the last thing they said they'd never walk again,
The black death and I doubt they talk again

(Chrous)
Try to do as my name, that's fatal,
Try to claim my fame, (for)that's fatal,
About to brave the pain, that's fatal,
Bite through your jugular vein, that's fatal.

Communication (Black Eyed Peas)




An introduction to a rapid ray
Will explode like grenade
Check the medical aid
'Cause the way that we parade the fade
Any MC that claims that they can be
Tend the mic when we strike precisely
We freak the level with the funk from the inner
Heaven, give me inner, black as I present a
Flock a rhyme that rock you off an**
Powerful, power flows that'll leave your soul paralyzed
Yo, I respect that you be G-in (...in)
It's the return of MC-in (...in)
Yo, thank God for the season (...on)
And don't be tryin to think about a reason
'Cause there is no reason for you to front
We create cuts to give you what you want
Activate communication for the whole
Shocking your mind with rhymes
Doin it like what AP (Like this here)
Rockin it like what AP (Like this here)
Flippin it like what AP (Like this here)
Doin it like what AP (Like this here, yeah)
We do it upside down (8x)
Can I get a "Ha" from my brothers that be chillin downtown
"Ho" for the people that be in it what we do
"Yo" check it out 'cause we black and positive
I suck in negative from you
I got many rhymes format from the back of the brain
Interluding with the powerful matter scatter your frame
You fallin (Yo) check out what we do
We be all in on the microphone never stallin
Rhythm is my ride for the voyage of the mind
Exclusive rhyme patting us for what we design
I am my own Picasso when I roll
Rhyming is my art for my heart and soul
We positive when MC-in (...in)
Break bounce with the new blend (...end)
Original 'til the end (...end)
Sittin it all for no reason
They fell off at the attempt to elevate
They try to duplicate the art we create
So activate communication for the world
Shocking your mind with rhymes
Doin it like what Will (Like this here)
Rockin it like what Will (Like this here)
Shockin em like what Will (Like this here)
Rockin it like what Will (Yo, yo, it's like this here, yeah)
We do it upside down (8x)
We goin worldwide, across the nation
Now that we've activated our communication
Wantin demonstration, ask the activator
Before one more walk-a-meter, funky motivator
And I be the Will, APL from the Phil
We contain the hipnotical skill that'll kill
You dealin with the G-R-E-A-T
Black Eyed Peas guy, hella in a G
'Cause we holler in an energetic motion
With the potion I supply
Applyin to the beat that Alligator you combine
With me and my crew incredibly and super spectacular
With the rhyme one two
One two to the beat (Hop)
You can't defeat
BEP's production always complete
With this sounds activate online
And I'm on time to motivate your mind
Well I respect that you be G-in (...in)
It's the return of MC-in (...in)
Yo, thank God for the season (...on)
Sittin there off of no reason
We do it upside down (8x)

CLEAN HEART (Sade)

Words: Sade Adu
Music: Sade Adu and Andrew Hale, Stuart Matthewman


Clean heart
Clean and sharp
Clean dream
Bad start

He loved his brother and his sister
Luke and Tony called him Mister
They made him feel much more
Like a man
He loved his daddy though he never told him
And how he loved his mother
He loved
He loved her like an Italian

Little Janet said you look so fine
So fine
Something in his smile
Made them feel like strangers
And then he straightened his belt
With a lover's touch
And he said I'm gonna bring home
The things that are out of your clutch

Seemed like the hottest night in summer
A heat that makes you feel like dying

Somewhere in the next block
There was a baby crying

Finger on the trigger for the years to come

And as the moon slid up over the restless streets
Sirens mocking and people stop to see
Their greedy eyes don't realise
He's someone's son
Finger on the trigger for the years to come

Finger on the trigger for the years to come

It's Too Late (The Streets)

She said meet me at the gates at 8
Leave now don't be late
She said one day she'd walk away 'cos I was always late
Thought things were ok
Didn't care though anyway
Say "Sorry babe I had to meet a mate" - tempting fate
We first met through a shared view
She loved me and I did too
It's now 7:50, getting ready, better be nifty
Doing my hair quickly
Step out - it's cloudy
Mate bells me to borrow money I've got two henries and a dealer to pay
Call up on geezers to rid these green trees in my reaking jeans
Got a "you think I care?" air out-glaring geezer stares
I'm here and I'm there
Couldn't see past the end of my beer..
What was getting near or the silence after the cheers

Didn't know that it was over
Till it was too late (too late)
But if I ever needed you
Would you be there?

She said meet me at the gates
Don't be late
But pretty soon the day came for change and I was glad she never walked away
So I'm choosing what to wear
Doing my hair with an hour to spare
When my life went pear she'd been there with a fixed stare
Big wheel climbs to the top
Geezers' stares bounced off
Standing at the top of this huge mountain
Smiling and shouting
Spring flowers sprouting
Not one inch of doubt in my mind as i reach the gates
Came round the corner at a rate
Risked her love but I was gonna set things straight
Never again am I gonna be late x3

Didn't know that it was over
Till it was too late (too late)
But if I ever needed you
Would you be there?

I said meet me at the gates
Leave now don't be late
I waited for a while listening to her voicemail
Mind set sail
Then the facts turned me pale
Wind, rain and hail
My fears unveiled for my fair female
She'd walked away
Too little too late
I step up the pace, walk past the gates rain runs over my face
Spirit falls from grace
I purchase a hazy escape at the alcohol place in the chase
Sat down, got a fat frown
Weeping and drowning my senses
For this love game's expensive
Walk in a trance
Got a wounded soldier stance
And everyday geezer stares throw me off balance
Now nothing holds significance, and nothing holds relevance
Cos the only thing I can see is her elegance

Didn't know that it was over
Till it was too late (too late)
But if I ever needed you
Would you be there?

Didn't know that it was over
Till it was too late (too late)
But if I ever needed you
Would you be there?

Tall Cans In The Air (The Transplants)

"Nobody move, nobody get hurt"

Take a look around baby, yeah my whole crews ugly
But we still got the most game, the most money
The most hoes, the most honeys, it's so funny
How you hate my **in' guts but at the same time love me
From the Lincoln to the gold to the lowrinding bike
I always catch you hatin' but you know that you like
What you see is what you get, nothing more, nothing less
I'm chillin' smokin' chronic while you're chokin' on stress

Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... ** you! [x2]

I see you're mad at the fact that my pockets stay fat
Is it the cash I made on w**s or the cocaine sacks?
To the crew I roll with or the one that you lack
I wish you would come around, I'd lay you flat on your back
You better hope you **in' miss me if you see me drinkin' whiskey
You know, me and Diablos get way past tipsy
Whether drunk, high, or sober, yeah we still get it over
Can't you talk to 3 a.m., head to toe, tread to joker

Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... ** you! [x2]

I never sing, no, never, I only shout
We're coming clean forever, without a doubt
Like a machine gun trigger, you'd better watch out
Yeh, Transplants don't give a **, that's where we're at
So here we come again with our original style
I said 'Who the ** are you? I been here for a while.'
We got Distillers, AFI, LFB, and Crystal Sound
Transplants are fearless and the most original

Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... ** you! [x2]
"Nobody move, nobody get hurt"
Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... ** you! [x2]

If you think I give a **, well you better think twice
U.S. Thugs, Wolfpack, and I ain't nothing nice
Check the date and time, lyrically committing hate crimes
Noose from the cord of my mic, now it's hang time
Blow minds with rhymes designed to break spikes
Transplants comin' through and we're one of a kind
With a chrome to your dome, make you flip like a flapjack
Two tall cans and a packet of blackjacks

Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... ** you! [x2]

Trampled Under Hoof (Mastodon)

birth
original plan
who will issue days and strike them
hurry to mystic plains
go

lifesblood

hurdle in the path
struck down
all is clear for play

Fall River Holedown (Lizzie Borden) (Chad Mitchell Trio)

[spoken]
One very exciting area of folk idiom and folk music to us has always been the hatchet murders in Massachusetts. I think that this quaint bit of suburban living can be explained through the use of our poet laureate, Joe Frazier:

[spoken(Joe)]
Elizabeth Borden took an ax
And gave her mother forty w**s
And when the job was nicely done
She gave her father forty one!

[now the song]
Yesterday in Fall River, Mr. Andrew Borden died
And he got his daughter Lizzie on a charge of homicide.
Some folks say she didn't do it, and others say she did
But they all agree Miss Lizzie B. was a problem sort of kid

'Cause you can't chop your poppa up in Massachusetts
Not even if it's planned as a surprise
No, you can't chop your poppa up in Massachusetts
You know how neighbors love to criticize.

She got him on the sofa where he'd gone to take a snooze
And I hope he went to heaven 'cause he wasn't wearing shoes
Lizzie kind of rearranged him with a hatchet, so they say
And then she got her mother in the same old-fashioned way,

But you can't chop your momma up in Massachusetts
Not even if you're tired of her cuisine
No, you can't chop your momma up in Massachusetts
You know it's almost sure to cause a scene.

Well, they really kept her hoppin' on that busy afternoon
With both down and upstairs chopping while she hummed a ragtime tune:
They really made her hustle and when all was said and done
She removed her mother's bustle when she wasn't wearing one.

Oh you can't chop your Momma up in Massachusetts
And then blame all the damage on the mice
No, you can't chop your Momma up in Massachusetts
That kind of thing just isn't very nice.

Now, It wasn't done for pleasure and it wasn't done for spite
And it wasn't done because the lady wasn't very bright,
She'd always done the slightest thing that mom and pop had bid
They said, "Lizzie cut it out!" so that's exacty what she did.

But you can't chop your poppa up in Massachusetts
And then get dressed and go out for a walk,
No, you can' chop your poppa up in Massachusetts
Massachusetts is a far cry from New York.

You can't chop your poppa up in Massachusetts---

[shouted]
Shut the door and lock and latch it
Here comes Lizzie with a brand new hatchet!

You can't chop your poppa up in Massahusetts---

[shouted]
Such a snob I heard it said,
She met her pa and cut him dead!

You can't chop your poppa up in Massachusetts---

[shouted]
Jump like a fish, jump like a porpoise
All join in in a habeas corpus!

No, you can't chop your poppa up in Massachusetts---
Massachusetts is a far cry from New York!


[original production number in New Faces Of 1952]


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