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Wednesday, 23 April 2014
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Listen NAAT BAY SHBAZ QAMAR AFRIDI


Lyrics

Back Up (Nonpoint)

Wise up because I'm fed up you better back up.
Wise up because I'm fed up you better back up.
Wise up because I'm fed up you better back up.

You got a bad attitude
comin' up from inside
you better watch your mouth
you got plenty to hide
you come across so heavy you're a buck-o-five
better rest your fist and try to use your mind
I'm not punkin' out
I'm just movin' up
say your comments loud
but try to back 'em up

keep your**far away and stay with yourself
alonein a cage aggravate someone else.

Wise up because I'm fed up you better back up.
Wise up because I'm fed up you better back up.
Wise up because I'm fed up you better back up.
Wise up because I'm fed up you better back up.

You in your baggy jeans
with your baggy lip
you 'bout to loseall your shit
with the butt of my fist
you better use your mind fast
and bring your pressure down quick
'cause you feather weight **in' in this heavyweight clique'
you know karate got a shiny gun in your hand
got a razor blade hat with a knife in the brim
I ask you all the questions
don't look at him your own stupid answers got you what you are in...

Wise up because I'm fed up you better back up.
Wise up because I'm fed up you better back up.

no time spending on your thinking
becuase somethings really strange
dont care about the drinking
makes the voices go away
cause they hear what i am thinking
let your ego get away

then you'll frind that you are missing
what can teach you every day

no time spending on your thinking
let frustrations get away
im not holding it inside me
i'll just let it bay
what it wants to
when it wants to
spntaniously
*how it covered with me*

Wise up because I'm fed up you better back up.
Wise up because I'm fed up you better back up.
Wise up because I'm fed up you better back up.
Wise up because I'm fed up you better back up.
you better back up.
you better back up.
you better back up.

Wise up because I'm fed up you better back up.
Wise up because I'm fed up you better

Live Those Songs (Kenny Chesney)

VERSE 1:

Saw him sittin' on a sidewalk in Fresno..
Braided hair and a tye-dyed t-shirt on.
Talkin' to himself about Vietnam,
About the tour he did and the deal he got.
He said,"This world ain't the same if you ask me.
If I could be somewhere else,
I'd tell you where I'd be...

CHORUS:

I'd be rollin' on a river with Credence.
Stealin' kisses from Peggy Sue.
I'd be knee-deep in sand on
A Panama Beach In the spring of '72.
I'd be wastin' away on the dock of the bay,
Watchin' the tide roll in.
He said,"What I wouldn't give just to
live those songs again."


VERSE 2:

Saw him workin' the counter at Walgreens...
With a new haircut and a Bachelor's Degree.
Talkin' to himself about his raw deal,
Cussin' Uncle Sam and the GI bill.
He said,"This world ain't the same if you ask me.
If I could be somewhere else,
I'd tell you where I'd be...

(CHORUS)

He said,"This world ain't the same if you ask me.
If I could be somewhere else,
I'd tell you where I'd be...

(CHORUS)

Indian Summer (Dream Academy)

It was the time of year just after the summer's gone
When August and September just become memories of songs
To be put away with the summer clothes
And packed up in the attic for another year
We had decided to stay on for a few weeks more
Although the season was over now the days were still warm
And seemed reluctant to five up and hand over to winter for another year

Indian, Indian summer
Her parents had rented a house on the shore
'Though I stared at her all summer we never really talked
In the end, at the summer's end
I wish we could turn it around and start it again
She shared a house with her sister and mother
It belonged to a painter who rented out for the summer
Her father had already gone home
The days were quiet and we were both alone
Intensified by the lack of competition
We walked along the ocean and put off decisions
To keep us from saying goodbye

Indian, Indian summer
In the distance the city lights flickered in the bay
But any previous existence seemed a world away
In the end, at the summer's end
I wish we could turn around and start it again
Indian, Indian summer
Away from the magic could it ever be the same
I think I knew those days would never come again.

Rebel Of The Underground (2Pac)




Rebel, rebel, rebel
They just can't stand the reign
Or the occasional pain
Of a man like me who goes against the grain.
Sometimes I do it in vain
So wit the little bass and treble ain't missed a
So it's time for me to explain that I'm the rebel.
Cold as the devil.
Straight from the underground, the rebel alone laughs.
They came to see the maniac sychopath.
The critics heard of me and the aftermath.
I don't give a damn and it shows.
A when I do a stage show I wear street clothes.
So they all know me: the lyrical lunatic, the maniac MC.
I give a shout out to your homies.
Maybe then, the critics'll leave your boy alone, G.
On the streets or on TV, it just don't pay the be a truth tellin MC.
They won't be happy till I'm banned.
The most dangerous weapon: an educated black man.
For point blank in your face, pump up the bass, and join the human
race.
I throw peace to the Bay.
Cuz from the jungle to Oaktown, they backin me up all the way.
You know ya gotta love the sound.
It's from the rebel: the rebel of the underground.
He's the rebel: rebel of the underground
Now I'm face to face with the devil.
Cuz they breedin more rebels than the whole damn ghetto.
And police brutality,
Put you in a nip and call it technicality.
So you reap what you soe.
So read the wrath of the rebel jackin em up once more.
Now the fox is in the henhouse.
Creepin up on your daughter, while you asleep
I got her sneakin out.
Tupac ain't nuttin nice.
I'll be nothin how I wanna and do it when I'm gonna.
Now I'm up to no good.
The mastermind of mischief movin more than most could.
So sit and slip into the sound.
Peep the rebel: the rebel of the underground.
He's the rebel: rebel of the underground
They say they hate me, they wanna hold me down.
I guess they scared of the rebel: the rebel of the underground.
But I never let it get me.
I just make another record 'bout the punks tryin to sweat me.
In fact, they tryin to keep me out.
Try to censor what I say cuz they don't like what I'm talkin 'bout.
So what's wrong with the media today.
Got brothers sellin out cuz they greedy to get paid.
But me, I'm comin from the soul.
And if it don't go gold, my story still get told.
And that way they can't stop me.
And if it sells a couple of copies, the punks'll try to copy.
It's sloppy, don't even try to.
I'm a slave to the rythm and I'm about to fly through.
Sold yo(ya-yo) to the people in the ghetto.
When ya hear the bass roll, go ahead and let go.
Now everybody wanna gangbang.
They talkin street slang, but the punk still can't hang.
By makin records bout violence
But when it comes to the real, some brothers go silent.
It kinda make you wanna think about
That ya gotta do some sellin out, just to get your record out.
But 2pacalpyse is straight down.
So feel the wrath of the rebel: the rebel of the underground.

PRETTY GIRLS MAKE GRAVES (BBC) (The Smiths)

Upon the sand, upon the bay
"There is a quick and easy way" you say
Before you illustrate
I'd rather state :
"I'm not the man you think I am
I'm not the man you think I am"

And Sorrow's native son
He will not smile for anyone


And Pretty Girls Make Graves
Oh ...


End of the pier, end of the bay
You tug my arm, and say : "Give in to lust,
Give up to lust, oh heaven knows we'll
Soon be dust ... "


Oh, I'm not the man you think I am
I'm not the man you think I am


And Sorrow's native son
He will not rise for anyone


And Pretty Girls Make Graves
Oh ...


I could have been wild and I could have
Been free
But Nature played this trick on me


She wants it Now
And she will not wait
But she's too rough
And I'm too delicate


Then, on the sand
Another man, he takes her hand
A smile lights up her stupid face
(and well, it would)


I lost my faith in Womanhood
I lost my faith in Womanhood
I lost my faith ...
Oh ...


Hand in glove ...
The sun shines out of our behinds ...
Oh ...

Bookshelf (Beenie Man)

Di way dem gal ya nice and pretty, an nuh witty
Dem nuh gritty mi haffi put dem pon mi bookshelf.....Yes
A nuh one a di whole committee inna di city dem ya kitty
Naah guh share wid nuhbody else.....Yes

Di way dem gal ya nice and pretty, an nuh witty
Dem nuh gritty mi haffi put dem pon mi bookshelf.....Yes
A nuh one a di whole committee inna di city dem ya kitty
Naah guh share wid nuhbody else.....Yes

Any time mi aguh bore dem
Sametime me adore dem
When mi rip off dem negligé
And once mi can afford dem
Den me ago sport dem
Put dem all pon display
A suh dem nice mi cyaan ignore dem
Suh mi haffi tour dem
Tek dem all over to L.A.
Den a suh wi aguh score dem, anytime wi lure dem
Fi tek a ride along di freeway

Di way dem gal ya nice and pretty, an nuh witty
Dem nuh gritty mi haffi put dem pon mi bookshelf.....Yes
A nuh one a di whole committee inna di city dem ya kitty
Naah guh share wid nuhbody else.....Cau

Di way dem gal ya nice and pretty, an nuh witty
Dem nuh gritty mi haffi put dem pon mi bookshelf.....Yes
A nuh one a di whole committee inna di city dem ya kitty
Naah guh share wid nuhbody else.....Cau

Mi very picky when mi choose dem
Who nuh good mi loose dem
When me a run mi survey
And before mi guh bruise dem
Mi tek dem out and crusie dem
Inna mi yatch along the bay
'Cause mi know mi enthuse dem
And mi amuse dem
Wid mi lyrical display
Same time me naah confuse dem
Di Doctor naah abuse dem
A pure loving widout delay

Repeat

Storm Warning (I Am Kloot)

Hell for leather, lathered, drunk, you’re soused,
You’re pissed, you’re sunk,
The juke box now is drunk, just along the way,.
I had a call last
Saturday to say I’d thrown
My friends away, reversed the charges
On them all,
I made a lot of calls.

Is there a storm coming or are we just another shower,
Is this a storm warning,
Has someone just cut the power, is there a storm coming
Or are we just another shower,
Is there a storm coming, coming, coming.

I would have kept you free from harm rang the bells or
Raised alarms, I would have kept
Them all at bay except I thought I heard you say,
You’re the leper boy you can’t come in
The moneky god is now you’re king, you’re out,
You’re in, you’re out,
You’re in, you’re out,
You’re in, you’re out.

Is there a storm coming or are we just another shower,
Is this a storm warning,
Has someone just cut the power, is there a storm coming
Or are we just another shower,
Is there a storm coming, coming, coming.

i dont wanna hurt you (prince johnny feat d nice)

i just wanna kiss you bb i just wanna hug you lady you are the one that bless my heart i dont't wanna hurt you my love i just wanna kiss you bb i just wanna hug you lady you are the one that bless my heart i dont't wanna hurt you my love D NICE love is one only thing that's you can't ever touch the way you give me your tongue baby you make me blush when i looking into your eyes hun you can see i'm fallin love yeah! yeah! lanmou ke'm gen pou ou son lanmou enkomprab chak jou lide'm sou ou viv san ou m'pa kwè m'ap kapab se ou ki tout pou mwen e se ou ki bay viv sans se ou ki gen kontwòl mwen e poumwen son rekompans BONDYE ka banm bèl ti madanm bote tout fanm marye avè'w depi lontan se sa'm te genyen kòm planm wè sim ta blese'w bb m' pap t'ap gen padon BONDYE m'ap toujou nan pye'w ou se sèl sen m' ka adore ou se sèl fanm ki plase nan vi'm tou avè'w mwen janm m' ka fè avni'm tou m'pa kwè lòt jan m'ka toumante lespri'm tou sa se love queen san lajan ou paka achte (REF)---PRINCE JOHNNY i just wanna kiss you bb i just wanna hug you lady you are the one that bless my heart i dont't wanna hurt you my love i just wanna kiss you bb i just wanna hug you lady you are the one that bless my heart i dont't wanna hurt you my love & D NICE pa gen etap , ki pèse nan vi'm sou pa, sou lage nan vi'm se tach ou,ki rete nan vi'm sa se kè'm m'ap ba'w ou dwe kwè m'avè'w pou pa koute les ennemi(es) n'ap blow formul kise ban'm m'ap ba'w tout se louvri kò'w drog pa'm nan baby gen lè, se lè mwen fin goute'w grog pa'm nan swetty se nan gòj mwen m'ap mezire'w han! ou se baton vyeyès mwen bèl déesse mwen bèl nègès mwen pou tout tan m'ap viv se ou pou ki kontwole, tansyon tès mwen fò'w gen rezon des saisons lady pou di'm ke w'ale pap janm gen saison ni rezon avè'w destine'm trase sa se sweet love pou sa'm pap janm pòv pou ou'm dwe plis chòv i don't wanna hurt you baby girl what s'up the way you touch me lady you break my heart han! baby you break my heat (REF)---PRINCE JOHNNY i just wanna kiss you bb i just wanna hug you lady you are the one that bless my heart i dont't wanna hurt you my love i just wanna kiss you bb i just wanna hug you lady you are the one that bless my heart i dont't wanna hurt you my love i just wanna hug you i don't wanna hurt you i'm ready got no time, for stories can i be the one, you calling funny funny and i hope you understand pregnant my heat with by kissing my baby i just wanna kiss you i just wanna kiss you i just wanna kiss you bb i just wanna hug you lady you are the one that bless my heart i dont't wanna hurt you my love i just wanna kiss you bb i just wanna hug you lady you are the one that bless my heart i dont't wanna hurt you my love ou prince johnny yeah man d nice all ladies know yeah that's love that's love T.R.F

The Sick Bed Of Cuchulainn (The Pogues)

Mccormack and richard tauber are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands
You need one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands

When you pissed yourself in frankfurt and got syph down in cologne
And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone
Frank ryan brought you whiskey in a brothel in madrid
And you decked some ** blackshirt who was cursing all the yids
At the sick bed of cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair

And in the euston tavern you screamed it was your shout
But they wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out
They took you out into the street and kicked you in the brains
So you walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again
At the sick bed of cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair

You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl
There was lousy drunken bastards singing billy is in the bowl
They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch
So you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church

Now you'll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks
And they'll take you from this dump you're in and stick you in a box
Then they'll take you to cloughprior and shove you in the ground
But you'll stick your head back out and shout "we'll have another round"
At the graveside of cuchulainn we'll kneel around and pray
And god is in his heaven, and billy's down by the bay


Please Forgive Me (David Gray)

Please forgive me
if I act a little strange
for I know not what I do.
Feels like lightning
running through my veins
every time I look at you.
Every time I look at you.

Help me out here
all my words are falling short
and there's so much I want to say.
Wanna tell you just how good it feels
when you look at me that way, ahhhh
When you look at me that way.

Throw a stone
and watch the ripples flow
Moving out across the bay
Like a stone I fall into your eyes
deep into that mystery, ahhh
Deep into some mystery.

I got half a mind
to scream out loud
I got half a mind to die
So I will never have to
lose you girl
So I won't ever have to say goodbye
I won't ever have to lie.
Won't ever have to say goodbye.

woooah I,
woooah I,
woooah I

Please forgive me
if I act a little strange
for I know not what I do.
Feels like lightning
running through my veins
every time I look at you.
Every time I look at you.
Every time I look at you.
Every time I look at you.


Video


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