Music Thread [ Wat ar u listening 2]

[Kamaavi]

The First cut is the deepest!

[Kamaavi]

[Kamaavi]

Colin Hay - Overkill

 

[Kamaavi]

[NASSIR]

dad waxaa u wacanoo, Hanuuniye.

[Nin-Yaaban]

Heestii qaarimiga aheed oo aduunkii hore....

 

Wan daaleey, i'daayo

i damacdee, ee i'daawada

Waxaa u daran, nin daaloo

Dantiisuuna ka duregtee

 

ninka sxbkeey Liban wuxuu oron jiray "inaba cadi ma'ahan"

[Baluug]

Originally posted by Farancab:

The First cut is the deepest!

You do realize this song was written and first performed by Cat Stevens/Yusuf Islam

 

 

But I prefer Sheryl Crow's version

 

http://www.youtube.c om/watch?v=9TGiqef2F p0&feature=related

[Muriidi]

how about a film club plus chillout at the doctor's lounge

 

check these films:

 

true romance

 

girl interrupted

 

species (if you like mixing coca cola with fanta)

 

 

[Kamaavi]

My favourite - very favourite?

 

Raxma Ruuxi

[Kamaavi]

Originally posted by Cadaan:

quote:Originally posted by Farancab:

The First cut is the deepest!

You do realize this song was written and first performed by Cat Stevens/Yusuf Islam

 

 

But I prefer Sheryl Crow's version

 

http://www.youtube.c om/watch?v=9TGiqef2F p0&feature=related

A few people sing or write with the passion and feeling of Yusuf.

 

Sheryl Crow's version, great.

[Muriidi]

oops didn't realize this was ...yes

 

sorry

[Kamaavi]

Album: Unknown

By patti smith

 

I don't know why i feel this way today

The sky is blue the table is laid

The trees are heavy with yellow fruit

And in their shade children happily play

 

The pears have fallen to the ground

My child places one in my hand

The sun is warm upon my face

And i dream of a burning land

 

Mother of famine take this pear

Upon an arrow through the rings of time

This small fruit this golden prayer

May it pass from this hand to thine

 

If i were rain i'd rain on somalia

 

 

If i were grain for somalia i'd grow

If i were bread i would rise for somalia

If i were a river for somalia i'd flow

 

All the mothers will dream of thee

All the mothers bless thy empty hand

All the mothers will grieve for thee

All the sorrow a mother can stand

 

If we were rain we would rain on somalia

If we were grain for somalia we'd grow

If we were bread we would rise for somalia

If we were a river for somalia we'd flow

[Kamaavi]

Somalia-K'naan

 

Album: Troubadour

 

Uh,

Yeah,

Somalia

 

Yeah,

I spit it for my block,

It's an ode, I admit it.

Here the city code is lock and load

Any minute is rock and roll

And you rock and roll,

And feel your soul leavin'.

It's just the wrong dance

That'll leave you not breathin'.

I'm not particularly proud

Of this predicament but,

I'm born and bred

In this tenement, I'm sentimental, What?!

Plus it's only right to represent my hood

And what not.

So I'm about to do it in the music; in the movies.

Cut to the chase pan across to the face

I'm right there.

Freeze frame on the street name

Oops wait a minute,

This is where the streets have no name

And the drain of sewage.

You can see it in this boy how the hate is brewin'

Cause when his tummy tucks in

fuk the pain is fluid.

So what difference does it make,

Entertaining threw it.

Some get high mixing coke and gun powder, sniffin'.

She got a gun but could have been a model or physician.

 

So what you know bout the pirates terrorize the ocean.

To never know a simple day without a big commotion.

It can't be healthy just to live with a such steep emotion.

And when I try and sleep, I see coffins closin'. (Repeat)

 

Yeah,

Yeah,

We used to take barb wire

Mold them around discarded bike tires.

Roll em down the hill in foot blazin'.

Now that was our version of mountain bike racing

Daammn!

Do you see why it's amazing,

When someone comes out of such a dire situation

And learns the English language,

Just to share his observation!

Probably get a Grammy without a grammar education.

So fuk you school and fuk you immigration!

And all of you who thought I wouldn't amount to constipation.

And now I'm here without the slightest fear and preservation,

They love me in the slums and in the native reservations.

The world is a ghetto with ministerin' deprivation.

My mommy didn't raise no fool did she hooyo?

I promise I would get it and remain strictly loyal.

Cause when they get it then they let it all switch and spoil.

But I just illuminated it like kitchen foil.

A lot of main stream niggas is yappin' about yappin'

A lot of underground niggas is rappin' about rappin'.

I just wanna tell you what's really crackalackan

Before the tears came down this is what happened.

 

So what you know bout the pirates terrorize the ocean.

To never know a simple day without a big commotion.

It can't be healthy just to live with a such steep emotion.

And when I try and sleep, I see coffins closin'. (Repeat)

[me]

Lil Wayne

 

 

All I have in this world is a pistol and a promise

A fist full of dollars, a list full of problems

I'll address them like P.O. Boxes

Yeah I'm from New Orleans, the Creole cockpit

We so out of it, zero tolerance

Gangsta gumbo, I'll serve 'em a pot of it

I'm wealthy, still ******* wit that block shit

Wet your *** up, head to feet til your sock a drip

Don't strip, you might fall and bust your ***

No snakes at the carter, tell the gardener to cut the grass

I hear 'em but they talking under mass

Stop throwing pebbles at a bulletproof glass

That's Cash Money, honey pie

We ain't running, we don't hide screaming **** the other side

Don't get caught on it, this the dailiest grind

I'll put your heart on it and walk on it

The chalks only for the art homie

How they trace ya after I erase ya

Look around, we at war and you still in preparation

I'm riding for them reperations, No patience

Slow paper is better than no paper

Fast money don't last too long, you gotta pace it

You gotta know that paper

If you got it from a caper, you gotta blow that paper

Gotta know that photo fobia, no Kodak moments

Feds walls with my pictures on 'em

Nah, I ain't even in the school yearbook

I don't do too much posing, got a cool killer look

Career crook, get your career took

I'm back like a brizeer hook

***** cheer, camouflage gear, the hunter's here

Better play it by ear, you ain't nothing but a deer

Around here and this here is The Carter

Serve it while it's hot out the pot to your mama

And Slim tell me ain't nobody hotter

But get your boys some different sauce, I want the whole enchilada

I got 'em by the collar, watch me drop 'em

On the head at the bottom

You ain't gotta shoot 'em cause I already shot 'em

And I ain't gotta get 'em cause I already got 'em

Get 'em

[Kamaavi]

Yaab!

 

http://www.youtube.c om/watch?v=5Xy3IFUWF O8&feature=related