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Listen Jai Radha Madhav Krishan Bhajan by Jagjit Singh


Lyrics

Lobachevsky (Tom Lehrer)

For many years now, Mr. Danny Kaye, who has been my particular idol since childbirth, has been doing a routine about the great Russian director Stanislavsky and the secret of success in the acting profession. And I thought it would be interesting to st... to adapt this idea to the field of mathematics. I always like to make explicit the fact that before I went off not too long ago to fight in the trenches, I was a mathematician by profession. I don't like people to get the idea that I have to do this for a living. I mean, it isn't as though I had to do this, you know, I could be making, oh, 3000 dollars a year just teaching.

Be that as it may, some of you may have had occasion to run into mathematicians and to wonder therefore how they got that way, and here, in partial explanation perhaps, is the story of the great Russian mathematician Nicolai Ivanovich Lobachevsky.*


Who made me the genius I am today,
The mathematician that others all quote?
Who's the professor that made me that way,
The greatest that ever got chalk on his coat?

One man deserves the credit,
One man deserves the blame,
and Nicolai Ivanovich Lobachevsky is his name. Oy!
Nicolai Ivanovich Lobache...

I am never forget the day I first meet the great Lobachevsky.
In one word he told me secret of success in mathematics: Plagiarize!

Plagiarize,
Let no one else's work evade your eyes,
Remember why the good Lord made your eyes,
So don't shade your eyes,
But plagiarize, plagiarize, plagiarize...
Only be sure always to call it please, "research".

And ever since I meet this man my life is not the same,
And Nicolai Ivanovich Lobachevsky is his name. Oy!
Nicolai Ivanovich Lobache...

I am never forget the day I am given first original paper to write. It
was on Analytic and Algebraic Topology of Locally Euclidean Metrization
of Infinitely Differentiable Riemannian Manifold.
Bozhe moi!
This I know from nothing.**
But I think of great Lobachevsky and I get idea - haha!

I have a friend in Minsk,
Who has a friend in Pinsk,
Whose friend in Omsk
Has friend in Tomsk
With friend in Akmolinsk.
His friend in Alexandrovsk
Has friend in Petropavlovsk,
Whose friend somehow
Is solving now
The problem in Dnepropetrovsk.

And when his work is done -
Haha! - begins the fun.
From Dnepropetrovsk
To Petropavlovsk,
By way of Iliysk,
And Novorossiysk,
To Alexandrovsk to Akmolinsk
To Tomsk to Omsk
To Pinsk to Minsk
To me the news will run,
Yes, to me the news will run!

And then I write
By morning, night,
And afternoon,
And pretty soon
My name in Dnepropetrovsk is cursed,
When he finds out I published first!

And who made me a big success
And brought me wealth and fame?
Nicolai Ivanovich Lobachevsky is his name. Oy!
Nicolai Ivanovich Lobache...


I am never forget the day my first book is published.
Every chapter I stole from somewhere else.
Index I copy from old Vladivostok telephone directory.
This book, this book was sensational!***
Pravda - ah, Pravda - Pravda said:
"Jeel beel kara ogoday blyum blocha jeli," ("It stinks").
But Izvestia! Izvestia said:
"Jai, do gudoo sun sai pere shcum," ("It stinks").
Metro-Goldwyn-Moskva bought the movie rights for six million rubles,
Changing title to 'The Eternal Triangle',
With Brigitte Bardot playing part of hypotenuse.****


And who deserves the credit?
And who deserves the blame?
Nicolai Ivanovich Lobachevsky is his name.
Oy!

Ho Rai Hai, Teri Jai (Anandmurti Gurumaa)

Ho rai hai, teri jai-jai kaar
Jai Jai kaar, teri jai-jai kaar
Devta aaye phull varsaye jai-jai kaar
Ho rai hai teri jai-jai-kaar


Dhann-dhann hamare bhag, ghar aaya pir mera
sohe bank dvaar, sagla ban hara
har haraa swami, sukheh gaami, anand mangal ras ghana

Ho rai hai, teri jai-jai kaar
Jai Jai kaar, teri jai-jai kaar
Devta aaye phull barsaye jai-jai kaar

Ho rai hai teri jai-jai-kaar

Naon garib niwaaz hai, bemohtaaj na moh mohabbat
Satguru sacha patshah, beparvah athah sahoubat
Kaayam daayam saahibi, haazar naazar ved kitaba

Ho rai hai, teri jai-jai kaar

Jai Jai kaar, teri jai-jai kaar
Devta aaye phull barsaye jai-jai kaar
Ho rai hai teri jai-jai-kaar

Singh Is King (The Outsiders)

(RDB)
Yaari hai jaan ehna di
Vakhri hai shaan ehna di
Hasna pehchaan ehna di
Sab milke kehnde ne

Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Hun har koi jaane

Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Duniya de Raaje

(Snoop Dogg)
Ferrari's Bugatti's and Maseratis
Snoop D O double G life of the party
Lay back, stay back, I'm in the Mayback
This ain't James Brown but it's the big payback
Watch me zoom by, make it boom by
What up to all the ladies hanging out it Mumbai
Cheese makes dollaz east west masala
Singh is the Kinng so you all have to follow

Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Hun har koi jaane

Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Duniya de Raaje

(Akshay Kumar)
Singh soormay rakhde ne aan
Kade lorh payi te de denge jaan
Raaje Maharaje vi karde si maan
Rakhdi si pug uchi bande di shaan

Jo Singhan ne keetiyan kurbaniyan ne
Oh duniya te chhad**e nishaniyan ne
Duniya de ban**e Singh badshah
Par sab to ucha oh Sacha Paatshah

(RDB)
Yaari hai jaan ehna di
Vakhri hai shaan ehna di
Hasna pehchaan ehna di
Tahiyon eh duniya kehndi

Yaari hai jaan ehna di
Vakhri hai shaan ehna di
Hasna pehchaan ehna di
Sab milke kehnde ne

Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Hun har koi jaane

Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Duniya de Raaje

Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Hun har koi jaane

Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Duniya de Raaje

Aom Pra Mah Pood (The Marmalade)

Tum Der Mah Hah Tum Nah Sow
Tur Bauk Wah Row Pai GunMah Dai
Tur Bauk Wah Chun Dee Gurn Pa
Sum Rup Tur..

Kum Pood Tur Nun Ngai Dee
Yahng Ngoh Yahng Nge Tum Nah Tai
Tum Meuan Wah Chun Pen Puh Plah
Mai Chai Kon..

Sang Tum Pen Dee
Bauk Mai Mee Mai Mee Krai Mai
Yahk Ja Puk Hua Jai
Mai Yahk Mee Krai Mah Pua Pun

Aom Pra Mah Pood Gaw Mai Cheuah
Nah Neuah Jai Surah Yahng Tur
Krai Turun Mai Fung
Wah Yah Plur Mee Jai Hai

Aom Pra Mah Pood Gaw Mai Cheuah
Nah Sai Jai Surah Cheuah Mai Dai
Pra Wut Chok Chon Cherd Jai
Mah Gee Kon.. Koey Nup Bahng Mai..

Teung Mae Wah Chun Young Ruk Yoo
Krai Krai Gaw Roo Gaw Doo Auk
Tae Ja Mai Yaum Hai Tur Lauk
Eek Tau Pai..

Proong Nee Ja Kau Pai Hai Glai
Mai Yahk Jur Krai Tee Jai Dam
Ja Mai Cheuh Kon Tee Num Kum
Jum Sai Jai..

Sang Tum Pen Dee
Bauk Mai Mee Mai Mee Krai Mai
Yahk Ja Puk Hua Jai
Mai Yahk Mee Krai Mah Pua Pun

Aom Pra Mah Pood Gaw Mai Cheuah
Nah Neuah Jai Surah Yahng Tur
Krai Turun Mai Fung
Wah Yah Plur Mee Jai Hai

Aom Pra Mah Pood Gaw Mai Cheuah
Nah Sai Jai Surah Cheuah Mai Dai
Pra Wut Chok Chon Cherd Jai
Mah Gee Kon.. Koey Nup Bahng Mai..

(Guitar Solo)

Sang Tum Pen Dee
Bauk Mai Mee Mai Mee Krai Mai
Yahk Ja Puk Hua Jai
Mai Yahk Mee Krai Mah Pua Pun

Aom Pra Mah Pood Gaw Mai Cheuah
Nah Neuah Jai Surah Yahng Tur
Krai Turun Mai Fung
Wah Yah Plur Mee Jai Hai

Aom Pra Mah Pood Gaw Mai Cheuah
Nah Sai Jai Surah Cheuah Mai Dai
Pra Wut Chok Chon Cherd Jai
Mah Gee Kon.. Koey Nup Bahng Mai..

Oh.. Koey Nup Bahng Mai..
Oh..Yeah.. Aom Pra Mah Pood Gaw Mai Cheuah
Aom Pra Mah Pood Gaw Mai Cheuah
Aom Wut Mah Pood Gaw Mai Cheuah
Mai Cheuah..Mai Cheuah..
Mai Cheuah..Mai Cheuah

40 Oz to Freedom (Sublime)

You got your hair permed,
you got your red dress on,
screamin' that second gear was such a turn-on.

and the fog forming on my window
tells me that the mornings here
and you'll be gone before too long...

Who taught you those new tricks?
Damn, I shouldn't start that talk...
but life is one big question when your starin' at the clock.

...and the answers always waiting at the liqour store 40oz to freedom
so I take that walk

And I know that
ooohhh.... I'm not goin' back
ohhh, not going back
ohh, God knows, I'm not going back
oooohhhh, not goin'

(Hey man, anyone wanna make a run down to am/pm with me? It's like quarter-to right
now bro. shit, can you like, loan me like, a buck or two dude? Jai said he was gonna be
here around 2:00 I havn't even seen him. just totally broke, man owes me twenty
bucks man. get over it, **, sorry! I'm not dealin' with that **in chince no more.
take those bottles back Eric?)

And you look so fine
when you lie, it just don't show
but I know which way the wind blows

A 40oz to freedom is the only chance I have
to feel good even though i feel bad

And I know that
ooohhh.... I'm not goin' back
Ohh, I'm not goin' back
Ohh, God knows, I'm not going back
Ohhh, I'm...not goin'

ooohhh....I'm not goin' back
Ohh, I'm not goin' back
Ohh, God knows, I'm not going back
Ohhh, I'm...not goin'

I got a whole one left in the freezer

You're Either With Us Or You're With The Satirists (Bombs Over Providence)

Stopped dead by the force of the attack, made mute by the rhetoric that fought back.
Left treads lightly on bridges we'll be burned on.
Self-made are the enemies they've funded.
War with Oceania as always.
Once again I'll mourn New York like Yeman, Bethleham, or Zagreb.
I've a unilateral condemnation for a secon'd hesitation addressing the impunity in political immunity.
If Pinochet ain’t fit, then you must acquit; sets a precedent in punishment for acts of war in government.
Damned to curse it all.
Goddam these misled patriots who run headlong into history's oldest joke.
We're all drowned in a flood of ignorance of our history, and I'll snicker softly treading water.
I object to the moral carpet bombing of the patriotically abject.
When we're dispossessed of this stupid victim's vengeance then the humour in this begins to wreak.
It's an eye for an eye till we all go blind, but the king's are those who can best describe the grasses as deader in the lawns beyond and a moral obligation to police the commons.
As if the criminalizing of the dissidence rising in the students in the capitals and educated radicals wasn't enough to quell the shaping of the stones, then they had to go and forbid Singh a megaphone.
Who'll be left to call us out?
Damn.
Came so far just to fall by a pretext of terror we've built.
Welcome to the world we've built.
Now you're surprised?!
What made me hesitate to make this complaint again?
New weighted terms and history with a PR spin.
I'll be damned if I watch a war of pride again, let alone learn it's name off of CNN.
19 hundred seventy nine.
Who were the allies that time?
How long before we see that security, policy, history are the terror we breed?

Mauja Hi Mauja (Mika Singh)

Baby When I Look Into You Eyes I See The Stars Shine

Baby Here You Shout,

Your Love Has Made Me So Choosy, Cooll!



Jag Jag Sara Jag Sara Nikhar**a

Hud Pyaar Ka Vaadhe Vich Bikhar**a

Hud



Jag Jag Sara Jag Sara Nikhar**a

Hud Pyaar Ka Vaadhe Vich Bikhar**a

Hud



Jag Jag Sara Jag Sara Nikhar**a

Hud Pyaar Ka Vaadhe Vich Bikhar**a



Jag Jag Sara Jag Sara Nikhar**a

Hud Pyaar Ka Vaadhe Vich Bikhar**a

Hud



Dil Tera Hoi Jaye Apran Jul Jaye

Mar Udhle Dekho Zikhar**a

Hud Mauja Hi Mauja

Sham Savere

Hud Mauja Hi Mauja

Pyar Se Tere

Hud Mauja Hi Mauja

Udthe Badi Hud

Mauja Hi Mauja

Mauja Hi Mauja

Sham Savere

Hud Mauja Hi Mauja

Pyar Se Tere

Hud Mauja Hi Mauja

Udthe Badi Hud

Mauja Hi Mauja



Oh Mahi Mera Sharwat Varga

Oh Mahi Tenu Gat Gat Peela

Oh Mahi Mera Dil Menu Dei De Dil Menu Dei De

Khul Ke Jeela

Oh Mahi Mera Sharwat Varga

Oh Mahi Tenu Gat Gat Peela

Oh Mahi Mera Dil Menu Dei Den Dil Menu Dei Den

Khul Ke Jeela

Mitide Ha Se

Oh Mahi Mere Aase Pase

Oh Mahi Mere Haad Beram Huye

Dil Sare Rang Huye

Dil Mahi Sang Huye Jidhar**a

Hud Mauja Hi Mauja

Tera Sahare

Hud Mauja Hi Mauja

Hul Hulare Ud

Hud Mauja Hi Mauja

Jaan Huwa Re Hud

Mauja Hi Mauja

Mauja Hi Mauja

Sham Savere

Hud Mauja Hi Mauja

Pyar Se Tere

Hud Mauja Hi Mauja

Udthe Bhadi Hud

Mauja Hi Mauja



Oh Mahi Mera Sone Varga

Oh Mahi Tenu Cham Cham Rakna

Oh Mahi Mera Dil Menu Dei De Dil Menu Dei De

Rajke Takna

Oh Mahi Mera Sone Varga

Oh Mahi Tenu Cham Cham Rakna

Oh Mahi Mera Dil Menu Dei De Dil Menu Dei De

Rajke Takna

Kol Bhithake, Oh Mahi Tere

Sej Sajake , Oh Mahi

Tere Sang Mere Gal Huye

Har Ek Pal Huye

Dil Be Hal Dehko Bikhar**a

Hud



Jag Jag Sara Jag Sara Nikhar**a

Hud Pyaar Ka Vaadhe Vich Bikhar**a

Jag Jag Sara Jag Sara Nikhar**a

Hud Pyaar Ka Vaadhe Vich Bikhar**a

Dil Tera Hoi Jaye Apran Jul Jaye

Mar Udhle Dehko Zikhar**a

Hud Mauja Hi Mauja

Pyaar Pake

Hud Mauja Hi Mauja

Gul Milake

Hud Mauja Hi Mauja

Everybody Now

Mauja Hi Mauja

Mauja Hi Mauja

Pyar Pake

Hud Mauja Hi Mauja

Gul Milake

Hud Mauja Hi Mauja

Everybody Now

Mauja Hi Mauja

0932 (Chen Xiao Chun (Jordan Chan))


weiee...weieee... weiee...weieee...0932
wo je dao ni yao gei wo ce me yang xiao ran jun
wo je dao ni yao gei wo ce yang de chou pi ji
wo je dao ni yao gei wo ce cong na cong
i don`t wanna pei sou ji

ni je dao wo yao gei ni ce me yang de da dao li
ni je dao wo yao gei ni ce yang de shua thien mi
ni je dao wo yao gei ni ce cong na cong
i don`t wanna pei je ling

ling jiu san er san i san wo ai ni she bu she ni jen de mei kai ji
you mei you kan dao wo juan de duan zi
she bu ing gai can chuen ni de ji i
ling jiu san er xiang i xiang wo ai ni ni bu hui hen xing dao you guan ji
kan je chai se ing bu mei fan ing
jui ba jiu she mei you i ge sou xi

weiee...weieee... weiee...weieee...

hue i cong bu gan juan de jing ing
jui pha jai di i se jien
liu dao ni de xiao xi
ren gan jong duo sao mong jing mi i
na xia jun jai de xuen xi
mei i ge ce dou rang ren thong xin

ling jiu san er xiang i xiang wo ai ni, ni bu hui
hen xing dao you guan ji, kan je chai se ing bu mei fan ing
ye she ing gai jan jong wo de ji i....

remrick6

J'Voulais Dire (Akhenaton)

A ceux qui m'appellent enculé, j'voulais dire
Qu'la première fois ou ma main a touché un mic, j'voulais rire
J'avais 15 ans à peine j'crois
C'est drôle c'qu'un môme croit, l'rêve, (une) grosse croix sur ma
Vie plus tard, voir ceux qu'on aime plein d'soucis, ça fait trop d'peine
Et comme les peines ne viennent pas seules, dans l'bus j'revois ma tante
visiter son fils, purger une lourde peine, mes camarades d'classe
Le mercredi au catéchisme, l'église, la place
Mon frère et moi, on faisait du vélo en face, de famille rouge
Mon grand-père n'a jamais cru en Dieu
P'têt Dieu lui a volé ceux qui l'aime le même jour, lui laissant qu'une paire d'yeux
Perdu parmi les immigrés d'Naples et des environs du Vésuve
On s'contait les vies violentes, des darons crucifiés comme Jesus
Traumatisé, 12 ans au bar tabac, visages découverts
P38, explose la tête visée, d'sang tout couvert
Moi bouche bée, virage dans l'passé, c'jour la j'compris tout,
En regardant les autres s'conduire comme s'il s'était rien passé, merdé
Instinct d'voyage s'virer d'là
Loin des histoires d'jeunes assassinés l'jour de leur mariage, c'est
Dingue putain !
Si là j'crache l'venin, , tas d'rimes en pipeline
Du Freetime, au son d'mon walkman, j'répétais halftime
Aux sœurs qu'jai traité mal, j'm'excuse t'sais,
J'avais rien à offrir, sans amour, juste un autre jour à souffrir rien d'plus
Juste un autre jour à s'faire chier à mourir comme d'hab
Et là, j'fais pénitence cloîtré dans mon lab
J'revois des potes d'avant, j'partle des p'tits, eux m'parlent de Rolex
Puis l'silence, on regarde la montre, même si on se sépare
Disons qu'on reste collègues, ex-frères de fait, la vérité
Aujourd'hui, j'crois qu'on a plus rien à se dire c'est bête
Adulte à 9 ans, j'ai fumé ma jeunesse, là j'nie regretter
Cette perte j'nie, mais j'compte 7 ans de gâchis et tant bien que mal j'ne
Dresse, le stress de moi s'emparant, sans guide, sans parents
J'm'suis tellement effacé qu j'en suis devenu transparent
J'voulais être comme eux, draguer les minches
Craquer les francs devant, mais l'vent, mes potes braquaient les riches
Sans sentiments, d'naïf à méfiant, d'méfiant à paranoïaque
La rue plus la paraffine, t'rendent trop nerveux et l'estomac plein d'prosac
Avec les filles j'ai foiré aussi, tu vois l'problème
A force de fréquenter les clebs, tu crois qu'ces connes t'arnaquent ton pollen
Quand elles attendaient de moi un peu d'passion j'comprenais pas
Y'avait dans l'magasin que stress et pression
A traîner là où les patates s'perdent on encaisse bouche close
Et la vision s'déforme on rêve des cieux là où on s'engraisse couche rose
Puis on s'trouve où les ennuis sont, l'démon s'amuse
Marseille la nuit, c'est comme avoir sa figure devant un anus
Quand ça arrive, ferme les yeux, essaie de rigoler
Parce que le pognon te rend pas la santé qu'cette vie d'chien t'a volé
Parfois j'ai des nausées et de soirs ma poitrine s'comprime
C'qu'il faut comprendre ? ou prendre des comprimés faut croire que je déprime
J'te jure j'flippe, comme j'ai flippé qu'cette fois sauvé par la veine
Ce putain de soir d'été où ils m'ont tiré d'sus au Mag 10
Moi j'veux vivre peinard, mais j'traîne, c'vecu l'boulet, les barils pleins
D'moulaya qu'j'ai vu, c'est pas en écrivant que je les aient trouvé
Ca c'est Chill, 30 ans, pas d'bluff, lyrix de daron, clap
Histoires vraies, action, pas l'invention d'fanfarons du rap
Famille dure, on vit d'vant des exemples durs, on a pas l'choix
Sous les jets d'pierre, j'ai porté cette zique, c'est mon chemin d'croix
Quand j'tends la main franco, j'tends la main d'bon cœur, frère si
J'suis si gentil, c'est qu'j'ai vu trop d'gars qu'l'bliss, blesse dans l'cœur
Trop d'gens qui portent le mal, comme j't'apporte cette nouvelle
J't'apporte mon cœur ouvert, comme des faux frères t'apportent leur poubelle en prose,
Frimousse de p'tit gars maigre solitaire
A l'origine solidaire
A goûter l'miel trop d'frères attrapent le vers solitaire

Across The Universe (Lisa Ono)

Words are flying out like endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass, hey slip away
Across the universe
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy
Are drifting through my open mind
Possessing and caressing me

Jai Guru De Va Om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

I-na-ra-i-ê-na-ra-ri-na-ri-na-ri-na-ri-nê
Pa-ra-ri-na-ri-na-ri-na
Ah-ra-ri-na-ri-na-ri-nê
I-na-ra-ri-nê-pa-ra-ri-na-ri-na-ri-na-ri-nê
Pa-ra-ri-na-ri-na-ri-na
Pa-ra-ri-na-ri-na-ri-nê


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