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Kahlil Ali - Marsha
03:12
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Days go fast
Night’s a bitch
And I can’t move on
From this Itch
A lonely holiday
I never thought I’d fall apart
I never thought I’d be this way
The night’s a bitch
Taking on me, All over me
I’m lonely and horny again
My life’s all shit
Taking on me, All over me
I’m lonely and crazy again
My body’s numb
My mind is sick
And I want to lose, so I can quit
A lonely holiday
I never thought I’d fall apart
I never thought I’d be this way
The night’s a bitch
Taking on me, All over me
I’m lonely and horny again
My life’s all shit
Taking on me, All over me
I’m lonely and crazy again
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backed up down the country lane
the ambulance screams out of frame
rubbernecking
rubbernecking
the scent of death, it beckons as you drive away
fuck with baby just don’t tell me your name
shhh a second won’t you tell me where you came from
just a second
just a second
the scent of death it beckons as you drive away
last night i fucking killed a man
last night i fucking killed a man
and you know it didn’t change shit
and you know it didn’t change anything
theres a fire in the minivan
and the gasoline stains on your little hands
its just rubbernecking, failure beckons
you go to work, and iron your shirt
and count the seconds where all your records
don’t do dirt and hike your skirt up
its an old black tone coming through this microphone
the melody man, i don't know the truth be told, it might be thousands of years old
psst
psst
excuse me miss
excuse me, i think i saw you on the number 6 train
you were next to the front right doors and
i think you might’ve been commuting?
i’m a bad boy, motherfucker look me in the eye boy
i’m a fat boy, i’m aladdin and the 40 thieves i will steal into your bed with ease
and i fuck to kill
i’m davy crockett, king of the wild frontier boy, tell me true
its just rubbernecking, failure beckons
you go to work, and iron your shirt
and count the seconds where all your records
don’t do dirt, just hike your skirt
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Magana - Say My Name
03:50
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I don’t mind when a Kennedy dies,
I don’t mind when two Kennedys die.
I’ll never own my home, I’ll never make a change.
We live to serve a class smaller than us,
But I love the birds, I love the trees
I love the flowers, I love the sea
So have a few drinks,
Make a couple friends,
Write a few words,
Sing a couple songs,
Make a some fat beats,
Rent a home,
Be alone,
Do whatever.
Sometimes doing something is better than it isn’t,
Sometimes being alive is better than it isn’t.
I don’t mind when a Kennedy dies,
I don’t mind when a Roosevelt dies.
Hey.
Did your friends in Australia like the song?
Did your mates in Croydon sing along?
My pal in Japan said it wasn’t his thing,
But he’s a sweet guy, so it’s okay.
My mum think it’s nice that I’m trying to sing,
My wife thinks it’s good that I’m not always drinking.
And I don’t know who’ll listen to this,
And I don’t know who could like this,
But if you’ve heard me for a second or two,
Then it’s cool as shit to be alive with you.
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Toothpaste - روح
06:20
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Cloud - Good Things
04:04
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CHUCK - Only One
04:50
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On my throat I wrote your name
I keep you wit’ me like a stain
Got dirty reasons not to stay
Two crippled islands in the rain
Now throw it up please go away
Got holy rollers in my brain
They’re crying baby let me stay
Outside its blue and black and grey
Oh yeah it’s blue and black and grey
Cause you’re the only one I know
I got this story that I wrote
I got you in it quote for quote
Hey Bobby pass on down this note
Do you like me yes or no
Still got your name up on my throat
Bury you deep down like a stone
Dig in the dirt and say hello
Deep in my roots is where you grown
Cause you're the only one I know
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Swiftly moving water calms me down
when I just can't get myself up off of the ground.
You show me what it's like
to love myself and someone else at the same time.
Hope - it's not a dangerous thing
when two people like us
are taking turns steering.
It meant so much that I wrote it down -
how you and I went 1,000 miles without burning out.
Hold me - I am crying.
But this time I'm not crying from the blues.
hold me - I am crying.
I just feel so much when I see something pretty when I'm with you.
I just feel so much when I see something pretty when I'm with you.
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Pak zikh ayn, pak zikh ayn
Ver ken nit dos refreyn
Dort muz men zayn nisht gelingen
Mirn zey dos lidl zingen
Pak zikh ayn, pak zikh ayn
Pack your things, move along
It’s time to sing the same old song
We live our lives in many places
Braiding together our many faces
Pack your things, pack your things
Time to go, we sing again
Been crossing borders since Eden
We will never be confined
We carry homeland in our mind
Pak zikh ayn, pak zikh ayn
Though my voice is wearing thin
When it cracks the light gets in
So I sing, so I sing
In dokh zing ikh, oy oy oy, zing ikh
(Yet still I sing)
In dokh tantz ikh, oy oy oy, tantz ikh
(Yet still I dance)
In dokh leyb ikh, oy oy oy, leyb ikh
(Yet still I live)
The task ahead is incomplete
We may not finish, but cannot retreat
Remember the Nakba, the key and lock
Remember the tea was still hot
Pak zikh ayn, pak zikh ayn
And though they say I have no home
No land on which to rest my bones
Mir zaynen do, and still I live
Aza yor af mayne sonim
Vos fara tam vos fara ponim
In mayn vandl af di vegn
S’hot mayn lebn, mayn farmegn
Pak zikh ayn, pak zikh ayn
I wish upon my enemies
Stiff arms that cannot bend or swing
We will starve ‘til we discover
In doykeit we can feed each other
Though my body cannot stand
Though I have no feet or hands
Still I dance, still I dance
In dokh tantz ikh, oy oy oy, tantz ikh
In dokh zing ikh, oy oy oy, zing ikh
In dokh leyb ikh, oy oy oy, leyb ikh
With this body full of sorrow
Broken bones still hurt tomorrow
We’ll fight along side one another
Our freedom is bound up with each other
So we live, together we live
In dokh leyb ikh, oy oy oy, leyb ikh
In dokh tantz ikh, oy oy oy, tantz ikh
In dokh zing ikh, oy oy oy, zing ikh
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Audio Antihero Miami, Florida
Audio Antihero Records: Specialists in Commercial Suicide.
Small label. From South London to
South Florida. I miss New York. Keeping the dream alive.
Home to Frog, Cloud, Nosferatu D2, Magana, Benjamin Shaw, CHUCK, Superman Revenge Squad Band, Low Low Low La La La Love Love Love and more.
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