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Listen PAISO LADHUM PAT TAAN(sindhi poems)


Lyrics

Hidden Poem (GlassJaw)

This is a new garden over old flowers.
And old makes old jokes take on the feel of the lore.
And new lips are cradled sense of humor,
So don't waste wishes on him.
Wish that one day they'd figure out how to shrink stars and i could keep one in my bedroom.
And wish that me and her could grow old together.
And wish that in my next life I come back as a tiger.
These are fun wishes. In about seven minutes you can start.
'Til then, you'll just listen to the radio from seat's edge.
As if then it's the look on your face. As if,
as if then you'll matter,
And then I can't wait.

CEMETRY GATES (RANK) (The Smiths)

A dreaded sunny day
I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
A dreaded sunny day
So I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
While Wilde is on mine

So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
All those people all those lives
Where are they now ?
With loves, with hates
With passions just like mine
They were born
And then they lived
And then they died
It seems so unfair
Oh, I want to cry


You say : "'Ere thrice the sun done salutation to the dawn"
And you claim these words as your own
But I've read well, and I've heard them said
A hundred times (maybe less, maybe more)
If you must write prose and poems
The word you use should be your own
Don't plagiarise or take "on loan"
There's always someone, somewhere
With a big nose, who knows
And trips you up and laughs
When you fall
Who'll trip you up and laugh
When you fall


You say : "Long done do does did"
Words which could only be your own
And then produce the text
From whence was ripped
(Some dizzy whore, 1804)


A dreaded sunny day
So let's go where we're happy
And I meet you at the cemetry gates
Oh, Keats and Yeats are on your side
A dreaded sunny day
So let's go where we're wanted
And I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
But you lose
'Cause weird lover Wilde is on mine


Sure !

Hook in Mouth (Megadeth)

A cockroach in the concrete, courthouse tan and beady eyes.
A slouch with fallen arches, purging truths into great lies.
A little man with a big eraser, changing history
Procedures that he's programmed to, all he hears and sees.

Altering the facts and figures, events and every issue.
Make a person disappear, and no one will ever miss you.

Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was.
Eliminates incompetence, and those who break the laws.
Follow the instructions of the New Ways' Evil Book of Rules.
Replacing rights with wrongs, the files and records in the schools.

You say you've got the answers, well who asked you anyway?
Ever think maybe it was meant to be this way?
Don't try to fool us, we know the worst is yet to come.
I believe my kingdom will come.

Chorus
F is for fighting, R is for red,
Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed.
E, we elect them, E, we eject them,
In the land of the free, and the home of the brave.
D, for your dying, O, your overture,
M, they will cover your grave with manure.
This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me,
As long as there's a P.M.R.C.

F is for fighting, R is for red,
Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed.
E, we elect them, E, we eject them,
In the land of the free and the home of the brave.
D, for your dying, O, your overture,
M is for money and you know what that cures.
This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me,
As long as there's a P.M.R.C.

Put your hand right up my shirt,
Pull the strings that make me work,
Jaws will part, words fall out,
like a fish with hook in mouth.

Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was.
Eliminates incompetence, and those who break the laws.
Follow the instructions of the New Ways' Evil Book of Rules.
Replacing rights with wrongs, the files and records in the schools.

I'm not a fish
I'm a man

Part Time Mutha (2Pac)




(cutting and scratching)
She's a part time
a part time
part time
She's a (part time mutha)
A part time
A part time
part time
She's a (part time mutha)

Meet Cindi, she's twenty-two, lives right on the dope track
Used to be fat now weighs less than a Tic-Tac
Now what's that say about, this big epidemic
This hypocritical world, and the people in it
Now speaking of in it Cindi loved to get buckwild
** with a smile single file she'll bust nuff styles
That would be cool, if she was your lover
But ** that, Cindi was my dope fiend mother
Welfare checks never stepped through the front door
Cuz moms would run to the dopeman once more
All those days, had me fiending for a hot meal
Now I'm a crook, got steel, I do not feel
So don't even trip, when I flip, with my thirty-eight
Revenge is a bitch, and my hit shake the murder rate
Word to the mutha, I'm touched
When moms come by, niggaz hush or get rushed
Maybe one day she'll recover
But what will it take, to shake, or break
My part time mutha

I gotta live with a part time
A part time
A part time
She's a (part time mutha)
A part time
A part time
She's a (part time mutha)

I grew up in a home where no-one liked me
Moms would hit the pipe, everynight, she would fight me
Poppa was a nasty old man, like the rest
He's feeling on my chest, with his hand in my dress
Just another pest, and yes I was nervous
Blood sensor tests, I just don't deserve this
I wanna tell mom, but would she listen
She's bound to be bitchin if she hasn't got a fix in
So... now I lay me down to sleep
Lord don't let him **me
If he does my soul to keep
Don't let the devil take me
Can't concentrate I contemplate in my classroom
Thinkin how my step dad, raped me in the bathroom
Every day I make class, and yet I'm missing periods
The thought of pregnancy is in my head and now I'm fearing it
I gotta tell mom, before she sees me
I told her how he G'd me, and she didn't believe me
Callin me a slut cuz my butt's kinda big so
Still that ain't no way to be talkin to your kids though
I can't believe the way you call it
Gotta believe in him, and dissin her own daughter
Time for me to break and find another
That's when I discovered
The ways of the days of a part time mutha

I got a part time
A part time
A part time
She's a (part time mutha)
Part time
A part time
A part time mutha
She's a (part time mutha)

I rush to tend her, talked as I touch her
She blushed, the clothes came off, and I bust her
I'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block
Here, take a cab, thanks a lot for the cot
She's gone, and I'm thinkin that my game's so strong
Pat myself on the back and move on
Is this just how it is hell no
Cuz she came back with the kid and yo
I been payin ever since
The clothes the food the cars and oh the rent
All of my time gets spent at the workplace
No time to kiss her got me list in the first place
So I do the dishes and clean the floor
When I sleep I can't dream anymore
Oh no... now I'm a part time mutha
And I, change the diapers and clean the shit
The tables are turned I can't take this
Oh no... now I'm a part time mutha

A part time
A part time mutha
Now I'm a part time mutha
I'm a (part time mutha)
A part time
A part time
Part time
Now I'ma (part time mutha)
She's a part time
A part time mutha
He's a part time mutha
She's a (part time mutha)
A part time
A part time
A part time
Part time mutha
A part time
A part time mutha
Pa-pa-pa-part time
Pa-pa-pa-part time...



How Do You Tell Someone? (Cowboy Mouth)

Tina says don't talk to me
Like I'm deaf and dumb
We've broken down and broken up
So much that I am nub
Talk about...don't shout about
The people we've become
There's a little girl
Who's crying over here

Michael says don't shout at me
Like I was born a fool
You speak of love and scream of love
Now dare to treat me cruel
Nothing's fair in love and war
So please let's make some rules
There's a little boy
Who's crying over here

Did you ever know me?
I swear that I have tried
Did you ever need me?
I feel like I have died
Did you ever want me?
I swear that I have tried
How do you tell someone you don't love them?
How do you tell someone you don't care anymore?
How do you tell someone you don't love them anymore?

Tina says the pictures
That we took are put away
Inside a box of memories
For cold and reainy days
Poems in pencil rhyming
With the things you'd never say
There's a little girl
Who's crying over here

Michael's old engagement picture's
In a wooden box
His wooden heart is
Tough as nails and solid as a rock
Keeps himself protected
With a combination lock
There's a little boy
Who's crying over here

Fighting makes me tired
And my eyes crying makes me tired
There's a spy? hurting makes me tired
Hold me tight lying makes me tired

Tina says I wish that
I had never seen your smile
Your name is written on my soul
In alphabetic file
All I've got's my dignity
So I will leave in style
There's a million of us crying over here

Any time I talk to you
There's no one listening every time
I reach for you there's no one there
And everywhere I look for you,
You're no where to be found I swear

The Highwayman (Loreena McKennitt)

The wind was a torrent of darkness
among the ghastly trees
the moon was a ghostly galleon
tossed upon the cloudy seas
The road was a ribbon of moonlight
over the purple moor
when the highwayman came riding,
riding, riding,
the highwayman came riding
up to the old inn door.

He'd a french cocked hat at his forehead
a bunch of lace at his chin
a coat of claret velvet
and breeches of brown doe-skin
They fitted with nary a wrinkle
his boots were up to the thigh
and he rode with a jeweled twinkle
his pistol butts a-twinkle
his rapier hilt a-twinkle
under the jeweled sky.

And over cobbles he clattered
and clashed in the dark inn-yard
and he tapped with his whip on the shutters
but all was locked and barred
He whistled a tune to the window
and who should be waiting there
but the landlord's black-eyed daughter
Bess, the landlord's daughter
plaiting a dark red love knot
into her long black hair.

"One kiss my bonny sweetheart,
I'm after a prize tonight
But I should be back with the yellow gold
before the morning light
Yet if they press me sharply
and harry me through the day
Then look for me by the moonlight,
watch for me by the moonlight
I'll come to thee by the moonlight
though hell should bar the way."

He rose up right in the stirrups
he scarce could reach her hand
But she loosened her hair in the casement
his face burned like a brand
As a black cascade of purfume
came tumbling over his breast
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight
oh, sweet waves in the moonlight
He tugged at his rein in the moonlight
and galloped away to the west.

He did not come at the dawning
he did not come at noon
and out of the tawny sunset
before the rise of the moon
When the road was a gypsy's ribbon
looping the purple moor
a redcoat troop came marching
marching, marching,
King George's men came marching
up to the old inn door.

They said no word to the landlord
they drank his ale instead
but they gagged his daughter and bound her
to the foot of her narrow bed
Two of them knelt at the casement
with muskets at their side
There was death at every window
Hell at one dark window
for Bess could see through the casement
the road that he would ride.

They had tied her up to attention
with many a sniggering jest
They had bound a musket beside her
with the barrel beneath her breast
"Now keep good watch" and they kissed her
she heard the dead man say
"Look for me by the moonlight
watch for me by the moonlight
I'll come to thee by the moonlight
though hell should bar the way."

She twisted her hands behind her
but all the knots held good!
but she writhed her hands 'til her fingers
were wet with sweat or blood
They stretched and strained in the darkness
and the hours crawled by like years
till now on the stroke of midnight
Cold on the stroke of midnight
the tip of her finger touched it
the trigger at least was hers.

Tot-a-lot, tot-a-lot had they heard it?
The horse's hooves rang clear
Tot-a-lot, tot-a-lot in the distance
were they deaf they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight
over the brow of the hill
The highwayman came riding,
riding, riding,
The redcoats looked to their priming
she stood up straight and still.

Tot-a-lot in the frosty silence
Tot-a-lot in the echoing night
nearer he came and nearer
her face was like a light
Her eyes grew wide for a moment
she drew a last deep breath
Then her finger moved in the moonlight
her musket shattered the moonlight
shattered her breast in the moonlight
and warned him with her death.

He turned, he spurred to the west
he did not know she stood
bowed with her head o'er musket
drenched with her own red blood
Not till the dawn he heard it
his face grew grey to hear
how Bess the landlord's daughter
the landlord's black-eyed daughter
Had watched for her love in the moonlight,
and died in the darkness there.

And back he spurred like a madman
shrieking a curse to the sky!
With the white road smoking behind him
and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were the spurs in the golden noon
wine-red was his velvet coat
When they shot him down in the highway
down like a dog on the highway
And he lay in his blood in the highway
with a bunch of lace at his throat.

Still on a winter's night they say
when the wind is in the trees
When the moon is a ghostly galleon
tossed upon the cloudy seas
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight
over the purple moor
a highwayman comes riding,
riding, riding,
a highwayman comes riding
up to the old inn door.

~Lyrics are an adaptation of the old english poem 'The Highwayman'

Manantial De Caricias (Jaci Velasquez)

Rudy P¨¦rez/Mario Patiño/Gustavo Arenas

Hoy grab¨¦ tu nombre en mi coraz¨®n
Dibuj¨¦ tu imagen en mi interior
Un jard¨ªn sembr¨¦ para nuestro amor
Donde t¨² ser¨¢s mi ¨²nica raz¨®n

Traigo primaveras para estrenar
Y una vida para poderte amar y tengo

Manantial de caricias
Un remanso de paz
Un pedazo de cielo
Una estrella fugaz

Te regalo un poema
Que te inspire soñar
Un volc¨¢n de t¨¦ quiero¡¯s
Que no olvides jam¨¢s

Te quiero, te quiero
Y por ti yo me muero
Te quiero, te quiero amar

Hoy pondr¨¦ en tus manos mi porvenir
Yo s¨¦ que a tu lado ser¨¦ feliz
Colgar¨¦ a tu cuello mi voluntad
Y ser¨¦ la muestra de tu bondad

Traigo primaveras para estrenar
Y una vida para poderte amar y tengo

Manantial de caricias


Literal English Translation of Manantial De Caricias (Spring of
Caresses) Translated by computer and edited by Adam Agonis

Today I recorded your name in my heart
I drew your image within me
A garden I seeded for our love
Where you will be my only reason

I bring springs to release
And a life for you to be able to love and have

A spring [fountain] of caresses
Waters of peace
A piece of sky
A fleeting star

I give a poem to you
That inspires you to dream
A volcano of your desires
Which you never forget

I want you, I want you
And for you I die
I want you, I want you to love

Today I will put in your hands my future
I know that by your side I will be happy
I will hang to your neck my will
And I will be a sample of your goodness

I bring springs [the season] to release
And a life for you to be able to love and have

A spring of caresses


©1999 Rubet Music (adm. by Universal Music Group) (ASCAP)

Checkmate (Akinyele)




** throwin joints
I throw incinerators at rappers that talk garbage
about the Ak, they don't know me from a tree in the forest
My name's not summer so I don't sweat it
Most y'all niggaz know I cut ya like cheese that's cheddared
I been around the world like Lisa Stansfield tour bus
Tearin niggaz up from here to West Bubble**
So don't front like you don't know what my name is
Before I start diving up in that**like Greg Louganis
That's not my number one AMOS
You take my style and squeeze your lips
like probably you see your life stopped, you're freakin FAMOUS
I dare another rapper try to TAME THIS
I hit you in the ANUS
Once y'all reach for the damn A-LIST
still, this ain't the pretty boy
Fear **-appeal it's Ak, a.k.a. the real deal
I make punk rappers stutter, y-yoyoy-yoyoy-yoyo
I bring out the Das EFX in a mother**er
I livin larger than a mansion, you hear me?
You fear me, you're just a Little House on the Praerie
Leave 'fore Hurricane Ak come blowin in
All you mother**ers best to breeze like the wind
Check the news forecast
I place a con niggaz'll stick ya on your butt
If you're light in the**
Close your eyes, and concentrate it's time to recognize
The Ak keep brothers on checkmate
Check over there, and then check over here
Just lend me your ear, c'mon listen
Nigga you just can't defeat me
Child abusers walk around, knowin they just can't beat me
So don't try to take the winner's belt
Aiyyo this ain't April 1st so don't dare fool yourself
It don't get no liver, I'm hittin harder than a chastiser
I flip rhymes like saliva, poundin on your BRAIN
With the sick shit I'm SAYING
I got more GAME than a panhandler on a TRAIN
Huh, it's rare if I don't catch props
I'm the Ak I tear that**out the frame like a benzie box
You know the rules if you ain't ruff
Stay on the hush and get played like Sunday school shoes
and get scuffed, I put heads to bed like newlyweds
Sing your rap eulogy
Cuz now you're good as dead
Hit the deck, once I round it off like a Tec
I play you like a game of chess and keep your**in check
Checkmate
Check all around, and then check for them clowns
Check the **in real sound, break down
In English, MC's can't last
Similar to a car crash, I got rap in a smash
Whenever you wanna get loose and hang out
Remember I done turned enough troops into The Last Boy Scout
Think you'll last? Then come try
Otherwise make like a librarian and keep your**quiet
I'm out to catch the winner's cup
All you number one contenders just got knocked to the runner's up
What nigga what? I'm blowin up the spot with dynamite
rhymes by the Ak
Airports they amazed to me
Shit cuz I fly so much heads yah have my own travel agency
Rap's are fat like SUMO, slammin like JUDO
I won't get abused like numbers, I'm MENUDO
I got the art down pat, pass the courderoy
this bad boy about to start to slack
** how "I could just kill a maaaan"
I'm slick and puttin brothers out with these Edward Niggahands
Ten fingers of death, grippin micraphones
Holdin my own, sparkin rhymes up like grindstones
Rippin up challengers
Creating a mess on stage out of comedian rappers like Gallagher
My mind is filthier than a HAMPER
Dirty like a CAMPER
On top of that I've been through more shit than PAMPERS
Fake is what I ain't
But Constantine the Great, don't know me from a can of paint
Listen to how the soundwaves vibrate
You can't relate, I got your whole brain on checkmate
Rob Swift is his name, with Akineyle in the game
You're best to maintain, as we aim for your brain
as we aim for your brain (3x)

Open Mic Night Remix (The High & Mighty)




featuring Thirstin Howl III, Wordsworth

[Mr. Eon]
This is a remix...this is a remix
"A-a-a-at-at night the open mic be invitin me to rhyme" ---> Rakim
High & Mighty, Wordsworth, Alkemist, Mr. Eon, wreckin shit
"A-a-a-at-at night the open mic be invitin me to rhyme"
Mr. E-O-N must be talkin bout me
(Who dat?) The one and only High & Mighty MC
Who be perpendicular when I be dickin ya
E smoke a bone the size of a fibula
Prepare for the slaughter, the lyrical marauder
Unfreakable acts like me and your daughter, did
I be coughin layin in the coffin
Step out the fantasy world you be lost in
Dead man walkin, engage you hawkin
>From Pensauken to Vienna
I be me and a slew to combat your crew
With acrobatics only seen in cartoons
Like the Go-ad Rucker, double-pumped ya
Puncture, vocally rupture, puff a cluster
Ambidextrious, both sides test this
Removin wackness like asbestos

"A-at night, the open mic be invitin me to rhyme"
"The open mic...the open mic...at night the open mic be
invitin me to rhyme"
"Open m-mic, I bring out that box to the shit."
"At night, the open mic be invitn me to rhyme...
the open mic-mic-m-m-mic be inv..itin me to r-rh-hyme"
"Open mic, I bring out that box to the shit"

[Wordsworth]
Yo check it out, yo; From cranadle to cradle and able to print
I'm so deep that dirt's at my naval, my table submit
You audio/video vaginal, lines imagine a magnitudes
That give longitude and latitude some attitudes
>From an environment, freestyle's a requirment
Upon every album, that my parents had to hide the rent
If my demise commence unexpectantly, just test my pee
I bet you see ecstasy or some obscenity inject in me (what else?)
I flood your airways, place planes in jeopardy
Flights vanish, panick deputies, expectancy for jet debris
Let it be, and commence the record to play
I'm so ahead of my time when I talk there's a seven second delay
Don't judge a book by its cover when I'm inventin
I add your colon to my sentence, and start to pluck off on your appendix
Dexterity hurled is about to rally the world
You can't write without using like, what are you some type of valley girl?
At open mics, I'm tellin y'all one last time
Stop askin for a capellas and then kickin those wach rhymes, flatline
what, yo-yo-yo

"A-a-a-a-a-at-a-at night the open mic be invitin me to rhyme
..the open m...mic be invitin me to r-r...rhyme"
"Open mic...I bring out that box to the shit"

[Thirstin Howl III]
I'm accustomed to abiding by freestyle penal code
My rhymes are like long drives going down a scenic road
Taught discipline through paragraphs, walk backstreets and narrow paths
My kicks look dirty and pants sag like I have no ass!
Flippin styles that'd pioneered in the Space Age
Writin your first paragraph, I'm already on my eighth page
For the way you write your rhymes, I could tell you never really made grades
Going through life miserable, hatin yourself on payday
A pleasant plea, Thirstin in parentheses
I heard a mute man mention me to a blind woman on Vescey Street
Urged to leave gats alone in memory of Pumpkin and Faster Poem
Wouldn't want my moms to identify me with half the dome!
A toast, with high price gangrere
Battle the best mother**ers and whoever they bring here
Long term, sought through rations
I even put freestyle under special skills when submitting application
Flows, that can't be followed by asthma patients
Got a deathwish? Here's his extension, ask for Satan
The rap languages me and more, findin subjects in Singapore
Impressin MC's who swore to God they'd seen it all

"The open mic be invitin me to rhyme"
"...The open mic...the open mic be invitin me to rhyme"
"Open mic I bring out that box to the shit"
*scratched out by DJ Mighty Mi*

Violet Umbrella (Sweetheart Surgery)

From under the violet umbrella
She makes us write the songs so mellow
She puts her darkest black on my blue eyes
Oh who of us thought that it may be
We called each other gee and baby
But what become of shiny hopeful skies

She turns her face left she turn her face right
She whispers the words that is hard to believe
So I swallow this meal just for sleeping at night
But joking on me is the thing I will never forgive

Her black and white photo's my neighbor
Our room is full of crumpled paper
With the poems please don't tell me how it seems
Our coins are lying together
And waiting for the changes of predictable weather
On the bottom of the fountain of our dreams

So tears that you had left in my right shoulder those days
Will be the memories in my house of thick shell can it be nice
Or maybe funny


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