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Listen Pashto Darma 2008


Lyrics

That's How People Grow Up (Morrissey)

I was wasting my time
Trying to fall in love
Disappointment came to me and
Booted me and bruised and hurt me

But that's how people grow up
That's how people grow up

I was wasting my time
Looking for love
Someone must look at me and
See their sunlit dream
I was wasting my time
Praying for love
For a love that never comes
From someone who does not exist

And that's how people grow up
That's how people grow up

Let me live
Before I die
No not me
Not I

I was wasting my life
Always thinking about myself
Someone on their deathbed said
There are other sorrows too

I was driving my car
I crashed and broke my spine
So yes there are things worse in life than
Never being someone's sweetie

That's how people grow up
That's how people grow up

That's how people grow up
That's how people grow up

As for me I'm okay
For now anyway

Hollywood's Not America (American Idol Exit Song 2008) (Ferras)

Born Helena Jane
With a restless soul
She moved west to California
Became a Center-Fold

But once you change your name
Well the pieces fall
Now she hardly recognizes herself at all

And there's never any rain, when you want it
A hollow little game, and you've won it
Looking for a thrill but you've done it all

So long, put your blue jeans back on girl
Go home
Remember Hollywood's not America
So long put your blue jeans back on girl
Go home
Remember Hollywood's not America
O yea

And everybody heres, from somewhere else
You could make a million dollars, but you might lose yourself
And you can take the heat will your heart go cold
They say acting's just pretending, even that gets old

And there's never any rain, when you want it
A hollow little game, and you've won it
Looking for a thrill but you've done it all

So long, put your blue jeans back on girl
Go home
Remember Hollywood's not America
So long put your blue jeans back on girl
Go home
Remember Hollywood's not America

And I know what to do when
I know that you
You can be anything you want to be

So long, put your blue jeans back on girl
Go home
Remember Hollywood's not America
So long put your blue jeans back on girl
Go home
Remember Hollywood's not America
Hollywood's not America
It's not America

disappear (esc 2008 (germany)) (Peter Brown)

Disappear - No Angels

On and on
I've tried to move on alone
(It won't stop)
Tried to find the strength to turn it around
(It won't stop)
Everything's been off
Since you went away
And time just broke the promise to ease the pain

Chorus:
Cause I need you here
And it's just not fair
That it won't get better
Why did you disappear?
And we got nowhere
But it won't stop there
Though you're gone forever
I can't make you disappear

Crashing, breaking memories in my mind
(it won't stop)
Never ever close to getting it right
(It won't stop)
Best time of my life
Now it's washed away
Still the stars they know how to spell your name

Chorus:
Cause I need you here
And it's just not fair
That it won't get better
Why did you disappear?
And we got nowhere
But it won't stop there
Though you're gone forever
I can't make you disappear

Cause you got into my heart of stone
And I don't do well here on my own
Now the silence keeps me up at night
And I get used to being all alone

Chorus:
Cause I need you here
And it's just not fair
That it won't get better
Why did you disappear?
And we got nowhere
But it won't stop there
Though you're gone forever
I can't make you disappear

Knights in Shining Karma (XTC)

Knights in shining karma
Tend your flame
And with love for armor
They'll remain

Ever by your bed
Guarding, still sleeping
Shield your soul from this rain
Knights in shining karma will remain

Jealous winter sun...
Cold as vichysoisse
Steals your smile for fuel
They'll ignite with braziers
Of warming stars

Knights in shining karma
Wash your feet
And with spotlesss darma come complete

Ever by your sink drying
Up tea tears
Shield your soul from this heat
Knights in shining karma come complete

Swollen summer moon
Hot as boiling air
Poach your dreams to ash
They'll bring sips from restful slumbers
Cooling keg

Jealous winter sun...

JFK (Bachman - Turner Overdrive)

Oh, oh, oh
One man,
Once died,
But did you know that he could read all our minds?
He was the U.S. Adam with Jack the wife.
He was a hyper-charismatic, telepathical knight.

J-F-K
J-F-K

*Even though I am better than you, I am not.*

His parents were an academic team of elites.
Their goal was to raise the future human supreme.
He smelled like the future,
His words felt like flowers,
And if he shook your hand you'd make love with it for hours.

A list? Let's.
Soldier? Check.
Flight? True.
Commie? No.
Rich? Quite.
And was he the true cousin of Sir Jesus Christ?
You **in' know he was, man.

Oh, oh, oh
Made love,
Read minds,
Went inside of more than half of mankind.
Let us down, but shit, how could we mind?
He was a handsome devil
But the kind of devil you like.

Oh, oh
Wore suits,
Sometimes,
Starred in movies that appeared in our minds.
He knew the secrets of all space and time.
And if he liked you, he would tell you,
But you had to unwind.

J-F-K
J-F-K

*You don't know it, but you are full of stars.*

"He understands my shit."
Said the short and the tall.
He saw a million faces,
And he **ed them all.

I saw him heal a zebra,
I saw him love his wife,
I saw him bless a demon and that demon changed its life.

Some secrets never aired about the **-lord elect.
Let us go back to the start
When JFK was just specs.
No one knew
No one guessed
Due to all of his flaws
That the world's most human mo-fo
Wasn't human at all.

Oh, oh
Fake man,
Great stats,
Never sat to empty out all his crap.
How could a program love and ** so sweet?
He was a hyper-sympathetic telepathic machine.

J-F-K
J-F-K

*Man is still the most extraordinary computer of all
And women are even cooler.*

Transcribed by Smilodonna 2008

Streets Of KL (Featuring Lah) (Zhang Zhen Yue)

Verse 1
call it the city of lights
you'll never sight a black skyline
where life's a race the pace like my black skyline
i used to envy players,green on the sideline
now coach rap and make greens on the sideline
yo f a bedtime,hustle gotta get mine
chasin money while you wastin money poppin red wine
impressin honeys,typical undress 'em dummies
i rather invest in the streets
see me dressed in money
look at you dawg,you remind me of past time
last time work hard,now laugh time
went from ashy,nasty,classy
used to outcast,now who the f can outclass me
put your city on your head so you can rep it well
and my caps are like my lyrics,gotta rap it well
and my raps is like a gift for you,i wrap it well
hustler to entrepeneur ,a little rapid,wow

Chorus
why i feel like im losing weight?
why i ain't got no money if movin weight?
life's based upon what imma do this year?
drop more hits,cop more gear
run the streets of KL in my nike airs
you ain"t gotta stare,go cop a pair
still the scrutiny,nuttin they could do to me
i'll make sure my mother and girl
be smothered in pearls
when a brother under the world

Verse 2
im breakin bread now with joe flizz in showbiz
(but)these hopeless singers makin rap slow biz
entertainment now is textin,vote like elections
with all due respect
i disagree with your selections
underserving overnight stars
these punchlines will leave you punkk with
overnight scars
industry victim fighting for the right course
re-write laws,a rebel yes without a slight pause
whatever happen to talent,skills and hardwork?
can do much.laugh,chill,start work
hit the streets,kl phat cap on in back alleys
politickin with OG's,toolies in the fat bellys
adversaries steady plottin because they fearful
say my raps are deeper now no longer cheerful
but still i give them an earful,its tearful
told my mother i hustle
and she said be careful

Bridge
gotta keep my muscle strong
get my hustle on
because the streets are watchin
because the streets are talkin
(streets of kuala lumpur)

Chorus

Verse 3
you know where i be
yo i be chillin in the coupe,listenin to weezy
dont need no body guard,leeve me with my breezy
eyes on the road ,feelin fly as hell
tryin not to get lost in the streets of KL
you got a slow car,wanna drive fast too
i try to drive slow,but i still pass you
the only game you got is PS2
its over kid,
period.

PS:boo

yo thats my word
keep your muscle strong and
get your hustle on
2008 and so on
keep workin,workin dont stop

Niat 2008 5.29 (Edit Brickell & The New Bohemians)

Tahukah engkau apa yang kurasa

Ketika hatiku merindui

Tika diriku jatuh cinta

Tika diriku bersendiri



Sudikah engkau turut merasa

Gelora hatiku yang mendalam

Cinta suci yang mencengkam

Terasa sukar kutempuhi



Memang niatku mengharap

Belai cintamu untukku

Moga engkau sayang padaku



Apalagi andai bercinta

Sudah pasti ku bahagia

Kerana mu memang kusayangi



Ingin hatiku rasa disayangi

Ingin menyayangi insan sepertimu

Din Coltul Blocului (Thurston Harris)

Hey ooo
direct din coltu` blocului...
direct din coltu` blocului...
Parazitii...

2007 2008..
frakadadisk..
cheloo..
Ombladon..
Transmit cu placere mirosind a bere
Cu putere din acelasi colt al blocului
De ceva vreme.. unde
Nu conteaza daca`i ban sau nu
Unde zgomotul capacelor de bere..
Se`aude stii si tu..
Trec anii nu`mi pasa.
Umplu golesc paharu`
Oricum ma iubeste femeile
Ca pe Margineanu`
Orice pahar mie`mi vine ca si turnat
Eu si cand sunt beat sunt treaz
Tu cand esti beat esti beat
Adun ganduri curate
stand in jeg pe lazi
La noi si in spital e mai murdar
Decat la altii pe strazi.
Intr`un sistem rudimentar ca inchizitia
Tratam fara respect politia, militia...
Ne plac noptile pierdute, bagaboantele..
Ne plac zilele`nsorite bancomatele..
Imtins pe spate ma las prada drogului
Si va dedic aceasta balada din coltu` blocului

refren:

20 de tone de bere
20 de kile de has
20 de mii de motive sa nu le lasi
20 de prieteni
De 20 de ori mai multi bani
20 de femei de 20 de ani....

X2

20 de sticle sparte
20 de palme date
20 de p*zde f*tute si abandonate
La noapte sarbatorim 20 de case [chiuretate?] frate
Noi nu plangem fals cu lacrimi necurate.
[..?] fumando marijuanna con santana
Noi fumam cu popa si luam in p*la sutana [?!]
Nu credem in satana
Cand o s`atingem Nirvana
Daca ne luam un pumn in bot
Nu tipam dupa mama...
La bloc nu e deloc ca la TV
N`avem timp de seriale
O dam parte`n parte cu vinu` cu mainile goale.
Esti incercuit de nasoale penale care te vor.
Ai p*la prea mica sa f*ti
Freaca`te de covor.
Iarba creste indoor..
Avem mult verde`n dormitor
Nu suntem nationalisti
Nu dam 2 lei pe tricolor
Dam banii de paine pe bere..
Ai intrat la idei?
Copiii cresc singuri
Caci noi nu traim pentru ei
Cand paharul se umple il dam pan` la fund
Si`l spargem
Mai tragem un fum ca sa ne facem si vrem
Doar o singura vorba din toate sa ajunga in FM
Nu avem o plasa de siguranta in care sa cadem....


Refren x2

Direct Din Coltul Blocului (Parazitii)

Hey ooo
direct din coltu` blocului...
direct din coltu` blocului...
Parazitii...

2007 2008..
frakadadisk..
cheloo..
Ombladon..
Transmit cu placere mirosind a bere
Cu putere din acelasi colt al blocului
De ceva vreme.. unde
Nu conteaza daca`i ban sau nu
Unde zgomotul capacelor de bere..
Se`aude stii si tu..
Trec anii nu`mi pasa.
Umplu golesc paharu`
Oricum ma iubeste femeile
Ca pe Margineanu`
Orice pahar mie`mi vine ca si turnat
Eu si cand sunt beat sunt treaz
Tu cand esti beat esti beat
Adun ganduri curate
stand in jeg pe lazi
La noi si in spital e mai murdar
Decat la altii pe strazi.
Intr`un sistem rudimentar ca inchizitia
Tratam fara respect politia, militia...
Ne plac noptile pierdute, bagaboantele..
Ne plac zilele`nsorite bancomatele..
Imtins pe spate ma las prada drogului
Si va dedic aceasta balada din coltu` blocului

refren:

20 de tone de bere
20 de kile de has
20 de mii de motive sa nu le lasi
20 de prieteni
De 20 de ori mai multi bani
20 de femei de 20 de ani....

X2

20 de sticle sparte
20 de palme date
20 de p*zde f*tute si abandonate
La noapte sarbatorim 20 de case [chiuretate?] frate
Noi nu plangem fals cu lacrimi necurate.
[..?] fumando marijuanna con santana
Noi fumam cu popa si luam in p*la sutana [?!]
Nu credem in satana
Cand o s`atingem Nirvana
Daca ne luam un pumn in bot
Nu tipam dupa mama...
La bloc nu e deloc ca la TV
N`avem timp de seriale
O dam parte`n parte cu vinu` cu mainile goale.
Esti incercuit de nasoale penale care te vor.
Ai p*la prea mica sa f*ti
Freaca`te de covor.
Iarba creste indoor..
Avem mult verde`n dormitor
Nu suntem nationalisti
Nu dam 2 lei pe tricolor
Dam banii de paine pe bere..
Ai intrat la idei?
Copiii cresc singuri
Caci noi nu traim pentru ei
Cand paharul se umple il dam pan` la fund
Si`l spargem
Mai tragem un fum ca sa ne facem si vrem
Doar o singura vorba din toate sa ajunga in FM
Nu avem o plasa de siguranta in care sa cadem....


Refren x2

dancing in the dark (live from swr3 new pop festival 2008) (764-hero)

I get up in the evening and I ain't got nothing to say I come home in the morning I go to bed feeling the same way I ain't nothing but tired Man I'm just tired and bored with myself Hey there baby, I could use just a little help You can't start a fire You can't start a fire without a spark This gun's for hire even if we're just dancing in the dark Message keeps getting clearer radio's on and I'm moving 'round the place I check my look in the mirror I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face Man I ain't getting nowhere I'm just living in a dump like this There's something happening somewhere baby I just know that there is You can't start a fire you can't start a fire without a spark This gun's for hire even if we're just dancing in the dark You sit around getting older there's a joke here somewhere and it's on me I'll shake this world off my shoulders come on baby this laugh's on me Stay on the streets of this town and they'll be carving you up alright They say you gotta stay hungry hey baby I'm just about starving tonight I'm dying for some action I'm sick of sitting 'round here trying to write this book I need a love reaction come on now baby gimme just one look You can't start a fire sitting 'round crying over a broken heart This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancing in the dark You can't start a fire worrying about your little world falling apart This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancing in the dark Even if we're just dancing in the dark Even if we're just dancing in the dark Even if we're just dancing in the dark Hey baby


Video


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