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What do a stressed out license-plate salesman, a nymphomaniac, a Woodstock-era hippie, an obsessive-compulsive candy maker, a hip-hop priest, and a megalomaniac Indian have in common? Six characters in search of the Great American screenplay.
Keywords: screenplay, screenwriting, therapy, writer
Shut up, sit down, and write!
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Honeymoon Travels is an off-beat drama weaving together the stories of 6 couples on their honeymoons on the same tourist bus. There are old-timers Nahid & Oscar on their second marriages, reflective and forgiving of live. Then there's the Gujrati couple Hitesh and Shilpa who can't get anywhere near each other without scrabbling, the super-compatible Parsi couple Aspi and Zara, and the oddball NRI husband Bunty with his desi, fun-loving wife Madhu. An uptight and insecure Bengali man, Partho, is very much in love with his beautiful, free-spirited wife Milly. And rounding off the sextet are the Kapoors, the Punjabi couple comprising of talkative Pinky and contemplative Vicky. The film starts off with the start of the bus journey, and a couple of red herrings, like Shilpa crying her eyes out at going on the honeymoon. Then there's an opinionated bus driver, and a mysterious motor-bike rider following the bus. And while everything looks lovey-dovey in the beginning, with familiarity and time, problems crop up. How each couple deals with their own specific problems is the rest of the film.
Keywords: biker, closeted-homosexual, dance, drunkenness, ensemble-cast, goa-india, homosexual, honeymoon, husband-wife-relationship, love
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There are lots of Gods in Hindu India. One of the Gods is called Yama, or the God of death. In this case Yama is asked to bring in the lifeless body of a rich Indian called Aditya. Yama does so. On the way, Aditya soul pleads with him to set him free and back to life again, as he has a lot of unfinished business to attend to. Yama refuses to do so. But when Aditya persists, Yama lets him have a second chance. He tells the dead man that he can live, resolve all his problems within a set period of time. Then after that Yama will come again and take his life. Aditya is then sent down to Earth so that he can try and resolve the problems that he had left unfinished. But Aditya finds that he cannot touch anything, and no one can really see nor hear him. So how he is going to solve his problems? Will Yama help him out?Aditya (Shahid Kapoor) is a happy man: his sister is getting married, he is in love with his sweetheart Piya (Amrita Rao) and he has recently invented a new revolutionary car model. But his happiness is short-lived when he dies in an accident and is sent to heaven. He pleads with Yamaraj 'M.A.' (Sanjay Dutt), the God-cum-Messenger of death and requests to be sent to earth for some time. Yamaraj accepts his request, albeit reluctantly, and Aditya is sent back to with a new companion: a child who had died on the same day as Aditya. When Aditya comes to know that his family house is being taken over by an unscrupulous builder he wants to fight them. But how do you fight anyone when you aren't even capable of touching them? Watch Vaah! Life Ho Toh Aisi! to see for yourself.
Keywords: able-to-hear-the-dead, able-to-see-the-dead, afterlife, arranged-marriage, bartender, birthday, birthday-cake, birthday-party, breaking-the-fourth-wall, cameo-appearance
Christmas is a time for friends and family And unexpected visitors
Yamaraj M.A.: Let me introduce myself, my boy! I'm Yamraj, M.A.!
Yamaraj M.A.: [explaining his makeover] Times have changed... it's 2005!
[Yamraj materializes in front of a group of children, who call him Sanjay Dutt]::Yamaraj M.A.: What did you say? Who's Sanjay Dutt? If you ever meet him, tell him that he's got Yamraj's looks!
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Sunil (Apoorva Agnihotri) and Ashok are two close friends. They are of marriageable age. One day Ashok's mom tells him to introduce himself to Shalu. But Ashok is reluctant to do so. He asks Sunil to impersonate him, and somehow reject Shalu. That way his mom will be satisfied and not pester him any more. In the meantime, Shalu and Nisha (Mahima Choudhary) have also decided like-wise, and planned to fool Sunil. But when the two couples meet, Sunil and Nisha fall in love, but are unable to tell each other of their impersonations. When they do so, they are already in love, and after meeting each other's parents, they get married. Enter Sunil's elder brother Anand (Sunny Deol), and complications abound. Anand is involved in criminal activities, he wants to give up those, but his partners will not allow him to do so. Nisha works for Anand and he is in love with her and would like to marry her, but when he finds out that his brother loves her he steps down. Sunil and Nisha get married and have a kid but then Sunil is killed by Anands business partners who believe it to be snail. Nisha's parents want her to get married again so Anand marries her as he still loves her. Anand then finds out that Sunil is alive and brings him back home even though Sunil had left because he knew that Anand loved Nisha. Anand is killed by the bad guys and Sunil and Nisha live happily ever after.
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'Swaabhimaan' is a sizzling saga of our supercharged times. Every afternoon viewers meet the most exciting people in town - Svetlana, Rishabh, Ranjana Devi, Devika, Mahen, Nishi and Ronnie. 'Swaabhimaan' unfolds the volatile story of a compellingly beautiful woman - Svetlana who finds herself pitched in a complicated battle where there are no real winners. Insecurity, suspicion and fear threaten to erode her indomitable spirit as she struggles to come to terms with her position - that of a pampered mistress whose tycoon patron dies leaving her to cope with the ugly aftermath of the tragedy - inheritance wars, succession rights, property entanglements, petty quarrels and above all, emotional mine-fields that threaten to destroy her very soul. How Svetlana handles the multi-pronged attacks on her forms the backbone of 'Swabhimaan' that will draw you into its fold and keep you there.
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Bengali Sushila Sen and her son, Manek, relocate from India to London after Sushila's relationship with her husband fails. Sushila struggles with everyday living. A child piano prodigy, Manek's schoolteacher refers him to a piano teacher, Irina Sousatzka, a Russian immigrant renowned for her teaching skills. Irina forms a strong bond with Manek, not only teaching him piano but also valuable life lessons. Disagreements arise, as Manek does not want anyone to run his life for him, but nevertheless the training progresses. Sushila, a baker and seller of Indian cuisine, loses an important client after her hair is found in one of her baked goods. To help his mother, Manek feels pressure to use his piano skills to earn some money. This is against Irina's wishes, however, as she is trying to protect Manek from her own negative experiences as a young concert pianist. She believes no student should perform until they are ready. But Manek, encouraged by a pushy music agent, decides to perform with the London Symphony Orchestra, ready or not.
Keywords: affection, aging, based-on-novel, boarding-house, boy, character-name-in-title, child-prodigy, chips, class-differences, coming-of-age
I teach not only how to play, but how to live.
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Ravi Kapoor lives a wealthy lifestyle with his widowed mother and runs a construction business. His mother would like him to get married to foreign returned Seema, who also comes from a wealthy family, but Ravi is in love with a poor orphan, Sharda, and brings her home to introduce to his mom, who instantly disapproves of her, leaving Ravi no choice but to leave the house and live separately with Sharda. His mom does relent and change her mind when she finds out that Sharda is pregnant and welcomes her home. Things change when Sharda meets with an accident, has a miscarriage, and is told that she will never be able to conceive again. She then disappears from Ravi's life. His mom brow-beats him to marry Seema, which he does, and soon she gives birth to boy named Vijay. Years later, Vijay has grown up and has acquired a number of bad habits, which include alcohol, womanizing, and physical altercations. One such altercation lands him in the bad books of powerful underworld Don, Samrat, who wants him dead. Vijay, following his dad's advice, goes into hiding at Shanti Dham Ashram. When Seema is told about this, she is enraged at Ravi, especially when she finds out that Sharda is still alive and is the owner of Shanti Dham. Watch what Seema does to free her son and husband from Sharda's clutches.
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Collegian Pratapchand alias Pratap lives with his father, Badriprasad, a building contractor, his housewife mom, and a younger brother named Ramu. Badriprasad is always critical of Pratap, and never a day passes without Pratap being reminded of his shortcomings. When Pratap's friend, Sunil gets married to Sudha, Badriprasad arranges Pratap's marriage with a village belle named Alka, much to Pratap's chagrin. After the marriage takes place, Pratap finds Alka attractive, and both fall in love with each other, and would some time together. But that is not to be so, as Pratap has exams coming up, and Badriprasad will not permit them to be close to each other. So both of them scheme up a plot to leave on the pretext of visiting Alka's parents in another distant town. Instead both of them go to Bombay, rent a room, and decide to be intimate. But fate has other plans, rather comical, for them, and will make rue their decision of coming to Bombay.
Keywords: character-name-in-title
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Widower Jairaj Verma lives with his four sons in a small apartment. Three of his sons are in their teens, while his youngest son is around 12 years. On the other hand there is Maya Sinha, a widow, who also lives in a small apartment with three children, two sons and a daughter, Komal, who is about to get married. Then rumors spread abound that Maya and Jairaj are having an affair, and this adversely affects Komal's marriage, leaving her angry and confused. Jairaj and Maya's attempts to pacify their respective children that they are husband and wife, is of no avail, as they are convinced that Maya and Jairaj are having an illicit affair. The only solution to end this dilemma is for Jairaj and Maya to get married, and live together as a family, but will their children and the community accept them as husband and wife?
Sunil is a common Hindu male name meaning "deep, dark blue color". It may refer to:
Sunil Manohar "Sunny" Gavaskar pronunciation (help·info) (Marathi: सुनील मनोहर गावसकर) (born 10 July 1949) is a former cricketer who played during the 1970s and 1980s for Bombay and India. Widely regarded as one of the greatest opening batsmen in cricket history, Gavaskar set world records during his career for the most Test runs and most Test centuries scored by any batsman. He held the record of 34 Test centuries for almost two decades before it was broken by Sachin Tendulkar in December 2005.
Gavaskar was widely admired for his technique against fast bowling, with a particularly high average of 65.45 against the West Indies, who possessed a four-pronged fast bowling attack regarded as the most vicious in Test history. His captaincy of the Indian team, however, was less successful. The team at one stage went 31 Test matches without a victory. There were incidents like crowd displeasure at Eden Gardens in Calcutta leading to multiple matches being disrupted, in response to the poor performance of the Indian team. Turbulent performances of the team led to multiple exchanges of captaincy between Gavaskar and Kapil Dev, with one of Gavaskar's sackings coming just six months before Kapil led India to victory at the 1983 Cricket World Cup.
Virender Sehwag pronunciation (help·info) (born 20 October 1978), affectionately known as Viru and the Nawab of Najafgarh, also called the Zen master of modern cricket, or the Viv Richards of this era by columnists, is one of the leading batsmen in the Indian cricket team. Sehwag is an aggressive right-handed opening batsman and a part-time right-arm off-spin bowler. He played his first One Day International in 1999 and joined the Indian Test cricket team in 2001. In April 2009, Sehwag became the only Indian to be honoured as the Wisden Leading Cricketer in the World for his performance in 2008, subsequently becoming the first player of any nationality to retain the award for 2009.
Sehwag holds multiple records including the highest score made by an Indian in Test cricket (319), which was also the fastest triple century in the history of international cricket (reached 300 off only 278 balls) as well as the fastest 250 by any batsman (in 207 balls against Sri Lanka on 3 December 2009 at the Brabourne Stadium in Mumbai). His other innings of 309 and 293 are also the second and third best by any Indian player. Sehwag also holds the distinction of being one of four batsmen in the world to have ever surpassed 300 twice in Test cricket, and the only one to score two triple centuries and take a five-wicket innings haul. In March 2009, Sehwag smashed the fastest century ever scored by an Indian in ODI cricket, from 60 balls. On 8 December 2011, he hit his maiden double century in ODI cricket, against West Indies, becoming the second batsman after Sachin Tendulkar to reach the landmark. His score remains the highest individual score in ODI cricket – 219 off 149 balls. He is the only player in world to score a double hundred in ODI and a triple hundred in Test Cricket.
Sunil Perera (born 14 September 1952) is a Sri Lankan vocalist, guitarist, songwriter and composer . He is the leader and the lead vocalist of the popular Sri Lankan band, Gypsies.
Born in 1952 Sunil Perera completed his education at St. Sebastian’s College, Moratuwa and St. Peter’s College, Colombo. He was a member of the school band.
In 1969 as soon as he left school, Sunil joined the band The Gypsies. The band was formed in 1969 by his father, Anton Perera, a confectioner at the Glucorasa company.[citation needed]
Sunil Perera was the main vocalist of the band. Their first hit Linda Langa Sangamaya was released in 1972/1973. Other tracks sung by Sunil Perera include, None Mage Sudu None (1977), Lunu Dehi (1987), Kurumitto, Oye Ojaye (1989), Pity Kotapan None and Signore (1997).[citation needed]
Sunil remains one of the most famous singers in the country, while his band Gypsies remains one of Sri Lanka’s biggest musical franchise for the past three decades, with regular foreign tours, several hit albums and sold-out concerts.
Patikirige Sunil Jayapreethi Edirisinghe (born December 19, 1949 in Colombo, Sri Lanka) is a critically acclaimed Sri Lankan classical musician.
Edirisinghe won the presidential award for playback singing in 1983 for "Maya Miringuva Pirunu Lo Thale" from Adhishtanaya. He was awarded the Swarna Sankha Award for playback singing in 1988 for "Thurulaka Hurathal" from Mangala Thagga and in 1990 for "Walakulak Gena Muwa Karamu" from Saharave Sihinaya. He has also won the Sarasaviya Award for playback singing in 1988 for "Thidasa Pure" from Sandakada Pahana and in 2002 for "Poronduwa" from Poronduwa.
Edirisinghe was born the youngest of seven children to Patikirige Edirisinghe and Ushettige Elizabeth Perera; he grew up in Waragoda Kelaniya amongst a blooming rubber industry.
Edirisinghe began his schooling at Sri Dharmaloka Vidyalaya in 1955. He moved on to Sapugaskanda Maha Vidyalaya in 1968 and subsequently Delgoda Kalyana Pradeepa Pirivena where he worked on his A/L exam.
After completing his secondary education in 1969, Edirisinghe began working for the Government Printing Corporation. He debuted as a playback singer that year singing "Sandakada Pahana" for his brother Satischandra's film Matara Achchi. The song was composed by Victor Ratnayake and written by Wally Nanayakkara.
Ireon neukkim cheoeumira neoneun moreuji
Eolmana wiheomhangeonji neoneun moreuji
Igeon anya, anya, igen anya,
Igeon jeongman sarangi anya.
Nunmullo do beonjin gieog neoneun moreuji
Gieoghagi shilheun gieog neoman moreuji
Igeeon anya, anya, sarang anya,
Inae apajilgeol algie anya
Geobjaengirago nareul yoghajineun ma
Naega addeon saranghanji neon moreuji
Jeomjeom naege gakkai wado
Modeunge jashin eobneun na
Saranghae, shwibge malhajima
Niga nal beoryeodo neol chajeulji molla
Uri sarangiraneun geon
Deo manhi yeonseubhalsurog
Deomanhi duryeobdangeol neoneun moreuji
Sarangi museobdaneungeol neoneun moreuji
Janinhan geojitmaringeol neomanmoreji
Igeon anya, anya, sarang anya,
Hatdoengidae hage hajima, anya
Dashi nugunga midgi himdeulgeot gata
Geureon gamjeong, geureon ipeum neon moreuji
Ddo ddo geugeol naege harago,
Hanbeondeo sogaborago
Saranghae, shwibge malhajima
Niga nal beoryeodo neol chajeulji molla
Uri sarangiraneun geon
Deo manhi yeonseubhalsurog
Deomanhi duryeobdangeol neoneun moreuji
Mianhae, neoui maeum ara
Heona doraseoseo huhoehagon shilheo
Naui mauem boilkkabwa
Seodulleo duraseodeon na
Urin cheombuteo eoullijineun anhatjyo
Datugimanhago sokman taeudeon saiyeosseonneunde
Cham isanghan geonyo eoneusae mami tonghaeseo
Gyeote eoseumyeon mishin geotcheoreom geudael bogoshipeungeol
Teulbyeolhan namaneui nimeuro
Seollemi gadeukchan seonmullo
Jeomjeom dagaseoneun geudaereul eojjeom johayo
Geudae ttaemune gaseumi I 'shimjangi dugeun dugeun'
Nan geudaemaneul saranghae nae mam gadeuk wechineun mal
Dununeul kkok gamgoseo tteollineun ibsureul naemin nal bomyeon
Meonjeo anajuneun geudael kkumkkugo itjyo
Geudaee gidaeeo jamdeun cheok haesseotteon geu nal
Naboda deo kkeun geudaeeui shimjang soriga deullyeo watjyo
Sumgyeodo gamchul su eopneungeon
Kkumedo weonhago inneungeon
Sesang mueotboda sojunghan ojik han saram
Geudae ttaemune gaseumi I 'shimjangi dugeun dugeun'
Nan geudaemaneul saranghae nae mam gadeuk wechineun mal
Dununeul kkok gamgoseo tteollineun ibsureul naemin nal bomyeon
Meonjeo anajuneun geudael kkumkkugo itjyo
Imi algo isseoyo geudae nawa gattangeol
Nunbushige shimjangsoge saegyeojin sarangingeol
Geudae ttaemune yeongweonhi I 'shimjangi dugeun dugeun'
Nan geudaemaneul saranghae nae mam gadeuk haengbokhan mal
Du pal hwaljjak pyeolchyeoseo tteollineun gaseumeul naejun geudaeyeo
[Kota] Mirugo miruda hangbokeun eobseo
Oneureun tto dashi eobseo
Eoneudeot shianeun beolsseo
Come on and wake you up
Ireoda jeoreoda geojitdwen hemangeun chiwo
Ssaugo datugo saldagan jichyeo
[Misung] Seubgwani dwaebeorin gyeongjaenge michyeo
Ttokgateun teul ane gadhyeo
Amudo moreuge mudhyeo
Come on and wake you u up
Eoryeopke pojangdwen geojitdwen ironeun chiwo
Ibmatchwo jul matchwo saldagan michyeo
[Seung-a] Ring ring ring a ring a
Ring ring ring a ring a
Noraena bureomyeo sonppyeokeul chimyeonseo
Useumyeo salgo shipeo
[All] Ring a ring a ring
Ring a ring a ring
[Jubi] Dunggeulke salgo shipeun mae ariya
[All] Ring a ring a ring
Ring a ring a ring
[Jubi] Neowa naega utgo shipeun mellodiya
[All] Ring a ring a ring
Ring a ring a ring
[Jubi] Jabhiji aneun haengbokeun shingiruya
[All] Ring a ring a ring
Ring a ring a ring
[Jubi] Binggeul binggeul eojireoun sesangiya
[Misung] Gogaereul deureobwa amudo eobseo
Ne wien amudo eobseo
Nunchi bol pilyoga eobseo
Come on and wake you up
Jwoini dwaebeorin chum chugo noneun saramdeul
Yeogiro yeogiro da gati mungchyeo
[Kota] Geu nuga mworaedo nega deo meotjyeo
Jeulgineun geureon ge meotjyeo
Naenune nega deo meotjyeo
Come on and let me i in
Ireoda jeoreoda tteodeulmyeon mworado dwendeut
Pigonhan saramdeul igeona
[Seung-a] Ring ring ring a ring a
Ring ring ring a ring a
Noraena bureomyeo sonppyeokeul chimyeonseo
Jeulgeobke salgo shipeo
[All] Ring a ring a ring
Ring a ring a ring
[Jubi] Dunggeulke salgo shipeun mae ariya
[All] Ring a ring a ring
Ring a ring a ring
[Jubi] Neowa naega utgo shipeun mellodiya
[All] Ring a ring a ring
Ring a ring a ring
[Jubi] Jabhiji aneun haengbokeun shingiruya
[All] Ring a ring a ring
Ring a ring a ring
[Jubi] Binggeul binggeul eojireoun sesangiya
[Misung] Tto eodil bappi bappi ga sewori bappi ga
Swieotda gati gapshida dunggeulke gapshida
Modeun ge bappi bappi ga heulleoga bappi ga
Noraena gati hapshida nolmyeonseo hapshida
[Jubi] Tto eodil bappi bappi ga sewori bappi ga
Swieottda gati gapshida dunggeulke gapshida
[Seung-a] Modeun ge bappi bappi ga heulleoga bappiga
Noraena gati hapshida please refill the battery
[Janghyun] Nan cham babocheoreom saratgun
Chetbakwi sogeul dolgo isseotgun
Da heulleo heulleo heulleo nochyeo beorin shiganman
[All] Ring a ring a ring
Ring a ring a ring
[Jubi] Dunggeulke salgo shipeun mae ariya
[All] Ring a ring a ring
Ring a ring a ring
[Jubi] Neowa naega utgo shipeun mellodiya
[All] Ring a ring a ring
Ring a ring a ring
[Jubi] Jabhiji aneun haengbokeun shingiruya
[All] Ring a ring a ring
Ring a ring a ring
[Jubi] Binggeul binggeul eojireoun sesangiya
[All] Ring a ring a ring
Ring a ring a ring
Ring a ring a ring
Ring a ring a ring
Ring a ring a ring
Ireon neukkim cheoeumira neoneun moreuji
Eolmana wiheomhangeonji neoneun moreuji
Igeon anya, anya, igen anya,
Igeon jeongman sarangi anya.
Nunmullo do beonjin gieog neoneun moreuji
Gieoghagi shilheun gieog neoman moreuji
Igeeon anya, anya, sarang anya,
Inae apajilgeol algie anya
Geobjaengirago nareul yoghajineun ma
Naega addeon saranghanji neon moreuji
Jeomjeom naege gakkai wado
Modeunge jashin eobneun na
Saranghae, shwibge malhajima
Niga nal beoryeodo neol chajeulji molla
Uri sarangiraneun geon
Deo manhi yeonseubhalsurog
Deomanhi duryeobdangeol neoneun moreuji
Sarangi museobdaneungeol neoneun moreuji
Janinhan geojitmaringeol neomanmoreji
Igeon anya, anya, sarang anya,
Hatdoengidae hage hajima, anya
Dashi nugunga midgi himdeulgeot gata
Geureon gamjeong, geureon ipeum neon moreuji
Ddo ddo geugeol naege harago,
Hanbeondeo sogaborago
Saranghae, shwibge malhajima
Niga nal beoryeodo neol chajeulji molla
Uri sarangiraneun geon
Deo manhi yeonseubhalsurog
Deomanhi duryeobdangeol neoneun moreuji
Mianhae, neoui maeum ara
Heona doraseoseo huhoehagon shilheo
Naui mauem boilkkabwa
Seodulleo duraseodeon na
[Kota] Eol-kulbu-teo ttajiji mal-go hakbeol mudjido mal-go
Mommae hul-tji jom mal-go come on
[Misung] Cha-ga mwo-ga itkeona mal-keon eodi- sal-keona mal-keon
Appan mwoha-geon mal-keon come on
[Seungah] Keoraecheoreom chimirhan sarang, a-u cham byeolloda
Seontaekbadji mothaeseo honja pabeul meonneun neo
[Misung] Narang keunyang yeonaena hallae
[Jubee] nuga neol diss kamhi mwora-go diss
Ani iri neol sarang-haejul saram, yeo-gi-nneunde nuga neoreul diss
Mami geulghineun diss ajing neoreul da moreu-go haneun mal
Ni-ga beoryeo keureon sarameun
[Kota] Lady ladyreul a keubi anim diss
Ani ikeon comedies namjan deo keujeo keureon geol
Lady ladydo a keubi anim diss
Du-ri modu comedies yeojan deo keujeo keureon geol mwol
[Misung] Bikyobunseok haji jom mal-go museun sodo anigo
Deunggeummaegiji mal-go come on
[Kota] Gaseumeseo naoneun mallo naye kwiitkae mallo
Sarang-handa-go mallo
[Seungah] 10jeommanjeom jungeseo myeoch jeom nae-ge maekyeo-nni
Iri jeori chae-ida jichyeo-ga-go i-nneun neo
[Misung] Nae saengga-gen jagi-ga deo winner
[Jubee] nuga neol diss kamhi mwora-go diss
Ani iri neol sarang-haejul saram, yeo-gi-nneunde nuga neoreul diss
Mami geulghineun diss ajing neoreul da moreu-go haneun mal
Ni-ga beoryeo keureon sarameun
[Kota] Lady ladyreul a keubi anim diss
Ani ikeon comedies namjan deo keujeo keureon geol
Lady ladydo a keubi anim diss
Du-ri modu comedies yeojan deo keujeo keureon geol mwol
[Seungah] Hey keo-gi narang jamkkan nollae?
(Kota flow) [Kota] ya-khae ppajin geot-deura
Eokkae-ye him jom ppae-geora
Ireon aedeu-reun kkok it-deora
On momeda don chi-reul ha-go
Baby baby baby,
Diss 1 2 3 4 listen to this
[Jubee] Nariseon diss nal-karoun geu diss
Maku nallideon geuttae keu saramdeul sallimsari na-ajyeo-nni eo?
Tto kidarini eo? Keu saramdeu-ri kidarigo i-nneun
Baengmaneun ogo i-nneun ga?
[Kota] Waehiri waehiri waeh seupek kajko cha-geul jieuryeo hae
Charari rottoreul hae dadeul mwo dadeul mwol hae
Waehiri waehiri da saram kajko jaetae-geureul hae
Dadeul eunhaengi-reul hae
Do the love, do the love from now
[Kota] Namdeul yishik haji jom mal-go museun showdo anigo
Jeonshiyong chajji mal-go come on
[Misung] Wehropda-go ul-ji jom mal-go meolli chajji jom mal-go
Save me from broken time
lalalalalala lalala lalala
geu eotteon nugunga ga gido hara kkum kkwora
irwo jinda haetdeon ga, eotteon modeun geot deuldo
da naege malhae, neon nareul bogo malhae
ijen jebal meomchu rago
han sumeun janhok hage geochil geman deulli ni
heona deulli ji anha eotteon guwon ye sori
nan gido hane, tto naneun sori chine
nuga nareul kkeonae jugil
Stand by me and necessary
jeomjeom gipeo man ga neoreul anheul surok
lalalalalala lalala lalala
Cry for me and I’m sorry
jeomjeom paeyeo man ga neoreul ilheul surok
jebal dashi ana dallago
meomchwo itdeon nareul kkaewo jwo, meomchwo itdeon shigan dollyeo nwa
eoje cheoreom, geureohke na ege man useo boyeo jwo
gamchwo itdeon seulpeum joyeo wa, gamchwo itdeon apeum olla wa
he eoji jan, geu mareun ani ani ani aniya
geu eotteon nugunga ga saneun ge da geureoh da
mudyeo jinda haetdeon ga eotteon modeun geotdeul do
da naege malhae, neon nareul bogo malhae
jebal jeongshin charyeo jom dallago
nunmureun bitmul dwe eo nae momeul da jeok shigo
on momi eoreo buteo ttange neureo tteurigo
momseori chine, tto naneun ulbu jitne
ttarararararara
Stand by me and necessary
jeomjeom gipeo man ga neoreul anheul surok
lalalalalala lalala lalala
Cry for me and I’m sorry
jeomjeom paeyeo man ga neoreul ilheul surok
jebal dashi ana dallago
meomchwo itdeon nareul kkaewo jwo, meomchwo itdeon shigan dollyeo nwa
eoje cheoreom, geureohke na ege man useo boyeo jwo
gamchwo itdeon seulpeum joyeo wa, gamchwo itdeon apeum olla wa
he eoji jan, geu mareun ani ani ani aniya
ganjeolhi nan gido hane, Listen to the song
daedabeun tto nareul ulli ne
nara ganeun nareul jabajwo, nara ganeun uril dollyeo nwa
tteoda nimyeo, jab hiji anha neoreul but jabji mothae
haruman deo sara boryeo go, kkae mureotdeon naye ibsureul
sarajyeo ga, ijeneun ani ani ani aniya
Save me from broken time
Midnight Circus, Riddle me, omo
Midnight Circus, Riddle me, omo
chilheuk gateun mirae machi kkeune mukkin gwangdae gati
nareul gadun yeogin machi, deu rakyul rakyul, deu rakyul rakyul
bbigeok daego dallyeo ganeun, Midnight Circus
witae roun rollercoaster, Midnight Circus
arae bomyeon jeongmal, kkeutin geo (Creepy night)
kkeuteul boneun sungan, jineun geo (Troubled night)
(Seungah Janghyun) jineun sungan neon Out dweneun geo
Show must go on, never stop
(Kota harmonizes) naega ulttae niga ut neunda, Ironic hage do
(Kota harmonizes) sarang badgo shipeun geojitmal, nan haengbok hada (Replay
Replay)
(Kota harmonizes) nal bogo niga ut neunda, nan dashi heullinda
(Kota harmonizes) hwaryeo han bulbit chum chuneun got, Welcome to Midnight
(Circus Circus Show)
Midnight Circus, Riddle me, omo
Midnight Circus, Riddle me, omo
changsal eobtneun gamok machi maereul matneun jaerong janchi
bigeuk jeogin heegeuk machi mudae eobtneun noreum machi
bicheul bogo dallyeo deuneun, Midnight Circus
nabi ttedeul gateun People, Midnight Circus
wiro hamyeon nan mam, yakhae jyeo (Don’t rely)
yakhae jimyeon niga, chaegim jyeo (Don’t deny)
(Seungah Janghyun) chaegim mot jil geomyeon jeulgyeo jwo
Show must go on, never dream
(Kota harmonizes) naega ulttae niga ut neunda, Ironic hage do
(Kota harmonizes) sarang badgo shipeun geojitmal, nan haengbok hada (Replay
Replay)
(Kota harmonizes) nal bogo niga ut neunda, nan dashi heullinda
(Kota harmonizes) hwaryeo han bulbit chum chuneun got, Welcome to Midnight
(Circus Circus Show)
Welcome to the circus-tronic crazy sunny land
Welcome to the circus-tronic crazy sunny land
(Joobi Kota) Hey! na egen, NG do jangchi do eobseo
sogim su gateun geon eobseo, Attention, Mr.A, Mr.B
(One) jeoldae dwireul dora bojima
(Two) jeoldae dareun mareun deudjima
(Three fall) Here comes the highlight of the show
(Kota harmonizes) geurigo amudo eobseot da, bul kyeojin igosen
(Kota harmonizes) bi eo itdeon mudae wi eseo, nan yeotae honja ulgo utgo
(Kota harmonizes) nan gal got ttawin eobset da, show kkeut nan igosen
(Kota harmonizes) hwaryeo han bul biche sokneun got, We’re in the Midnight
(Midnight Circus Show)
Midnight Circus, Riddle me, omo
Do! Do it again Do! Do! Do it again Do! Do it again Do! Do it again
Do! Do it again Do! Do! Do it again Do! Do it again Do! Do it again
waeh deul nun-chi eobshi meong-ha-ge isseo
modu nacheoreom
tapdabhan mame api kamkamhae
keureoji mal-go Get out the way
meomchuryeo haji marajwo jichil ttaekkaji sorichyeo
Do! Do! Do it again. Let’s do it again now.
I wanna Rock your mind.
Do! Do! Do it again. Don’t stand in your way.
So We gotta(gonna) be Go-od.
nan oneul harudo tapdabhaesseosseo
mu-eol hadeunji
meoril ssamaeko keokjeongman handa
kominhaedo soyongeop-seo
meomchuryeo haji marajwo jichil ttaekkaji sorichyeo
Do! Do! Do it again. Let’s do it again now.
I wanna Rock your mind.
Do! Do! Do it again. Don’t stand in your way.
So We gotta(gonna) be Go-od.
mwonka wonhandamyeon tashi wonhandamyeon
We gotta rock it baby~~
michil ttaekkaji jichil ttaekkaji
Let’s do it all night
keokjeong mal-go keomnaeji mal-go
jigiryeo mal-go Nodanymore
nuni dahneun jeo kkeut-kkaji
sesang kkeut-kkaji tallyeo kal keoya
Do! Do! Do it again. Let’s do it again now.
I wanna Rock your mind.
Do! Do! Do it again. Don’t stand in your way.
So We gotta(gonna) be Go-od.
Do! Do it again Do! Do! Do it again Do! Do it again Do! Do it again
Got my bags out on the street gonna hit the road in front of me
wanna know where it leads.
Feel my curiousity time to make all of my tired dreams a reality.
Now is the moment to step outside and feel how good it is to be alive.
Wanna find my way don’t wanna be afraid and I…I won’t let another day go by
cuz I do want to make mistakes and not ask why I’d rather know at least I tried
Just let go and let it flow take a chance won’t compromise at least I know I tried.
Make the rules up as I go never knowing where the wind will blow where I’ll be tomorrow
Just get in the car and drive I won’t worry I’ll just take my time and enjoy the ride
Now is the moment to step out side and feel how good it is to be alive
Wanna find my way don’t wanna be afraid and I…I won’t let another day go by
Cuz I do want to make mistakes and not ask why I’d rather know at least I tried
Just let go and let it flow take a chance won’t compromise at least I know I tried.
I won’t let no body slow me down (I’ll never let no body) or tell me who I am.
I’m only living for the here and now while I can
I do want to make mistakes and not ask why I’d rather know at least I tried
Just let go and let it flow take a chance won’t compromise
I do want to make mistakes and not ask why I’d rather know at least I tried
I can make a woman weak
I can make a small man stand tall
I can start wars
And I can put an end to them all
I can chain you down and I can set you free
I can make you feel so high and bring you down to your
knees
My name is Money
Money is my name
Well hello my name is Money
Money is my name,
I can make it? rain on you,
But Lord I sure do shine
I can bring you love,
But I'm not the settle down kind
I can make your eyes light up,
Put a dazzle in your smile, yeah
I can make you die for me without a question why
My name is Money
Money is my name
Well hello my name is Money
Oh yeah, Money is my name,
Oh yeah, yeah
I can show you who your friends? are.
I can show you who they are not.
Hey, I change your mind without a second thought.
My name is Money,
Oh yeah, Money is my name
All the pretty girls think it's sexy
When the rich boys say my name
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Hello my name is Money
Oh yeah, Money is my name!
Well hello my name is Money
Yeah, Money is my name,
Hello, my name is Money!
Hello, hello, oh Money,
That's my name
Say my name
Oh won't you say my name
And the time before well I swear I swore the same
But this time baby I won't make a promise
Cause I've given up I ain't ever gonna change
Pass that bottle I'm jumping off this wagon
Well it never seemed to get me very far
You can say what you will but I'm drinking til I get my fill
So if you're lookin' darlin' I'll be at the bar
Well I've always had this black streak up my back
And the night time plays a song i like to sing
So if you don't like the way I've been runnin' my shop
Well my friends don't seem to mind my company
Pass that bottle I'm jumping off this wagon
You can say what you will but I'm drinking til I get my fill
So if you're lookin' darlin' I'll be at the bar
Well tomorrow mornin' my head is gonna be ringin'
And the look that's in my eyes is gonna be scary
Well I guess I'll have to drag myself to the kitchen
I'm gonna find that bottle of ninety for Bloody Mary
Pass that bottle I'm jumping off this wagon
Well it never seemed to get me very far
You can say what you will but I'm drinking til I get my fill
So if you're lookin' darlin' I'll be at the bar
So if you're lookin' darlin I'll be passed out on the bar
Hey if you're lookin' darlin I'll be at the bar
He sang freedom.
over and over.
like with tourette's syndrome.
incapable of stopping until the word itself sounded right.
correct.
with the will of the important people carried out through the most important structures, like richie, i feel like a motherless child.
in four years i won't be adopted.
nor four more, nor four more years with the olive branch, toting the myth of participation and the magic of media.
like richie i feel like a motherless child.
we held secrets here. this nest, these four walls. thin
enough to whisper through. tiny ones often construct
through sticks and findings. down this trunk, through
branches, from branch to branch in which we inhabited in
different years. if you trace this back, study the
markings, ones left by all here, if you look deep inside
you can see them. you can feel them day to day. years
pass, this nest deserted. removed or perhaps inhabited by
others and all disperse, scatter like seeds on soil. and
look again - roots withstanding that have seen them come
and go, that entangle and connect from the smallest
buried deep to those sprouting out, hands trace the
history. through storms and stress, growth and giving,
young sapling how we began, how we begin. if you listen
it billows and sways, almost engulfing us capturing
anything in its course. even holding on tight won't
save us this time. we can't be saved, we won't be
saved. clouds above, follow like a moth to a flame.
like terrible monsters with mouths and hands hoping to
swallow us whole. and we can hide but it's still there.
we lock ourselves in down below, still it hunts us and
haunts us. this is our own creation, right here in
front of us a very hell of our own…and you whisper, "it
never ends." we can't sleep this one away. it's our own
doing, with no end to these dark clouds; so
unforgiving, unrelenting, with no end in sight. you
write it all down frantically with hopes that we'll be
found. not to be lost forever, not to ever stray this
way, not to follow this course again.
explanation
we make mistakes throughout our lives, as individuals
and as communities. over time, you'd hope to learn from
them, to not make the same mistakes on a consistent
basis. some choices have greater effects than others,
and one can only hope that these events sort themselves
out over time, through work and communication.
individually, i know that i have made mistakes, some
that i still look back and wince at. i learn from them,
but still they don't always make me feel good about the
situation. on a larger scale, you look at the world and
how we treat (and interact with) each other, as one
nation to another nation, and it is truly terrifying.
it makes you wonder, no matter how many books record
our history, if we will ever truly learn from our
mistakes. does it ever end? will we ever learn? will
the smaller voices, the true people, ever rise up and
when this vessel reaches shore, it will be empty. it
calls to no one. adheres to nothing. alone among these
waters no direction, no course. let the sinking begin,
let it swallow it whole.
explanation
the overall feeling of when things have reached, what
seem to be, rock bottom, or are spinning out of control.
when you feel like you have no control over the
situations that are in front of you. i guess these are
the times that truly test us, allow us to learn, but also
there is a story in each room, door to door. battered
and torn, still doesn't erase what was here. from
street to street, we walked in arms, from lizardi to
congress, finger to finger. these seeds will grow into
fields, into a beauty that always lived here. hope
within these walls, within a people who know, know no
boundaries. swim these waters, tread with head held
high. share your sorrows and struggles. hearts that
have been sunken deep, this is where it lives and
breathes. these waters ripple in each soul who enters,
stir like new beginnings, with a hope so strong.
explanation
in the summer of 2006 i had the opportunity to help
lead a group of teenagers down to new orleans,
louisiana to help in the aftermath of hurricane
katrina. to truly explain the experience would be
impossible. from helping to gut houses, to meeting the
people who lived in the area and were planning on
moving back, was an eye opening experience. almost a
year later from the storm, and from the lay of the land
you would have thought it had just happened. most of
the areas were ghost towns. we'd enter abandoned houses
with clothes and furniture strewn across each room,
walls covered with mold and watermarks that were close
to the ceiling. upon entering each house i couldn't
help but think how we were trespassing through
someone's belongings. to have everything that was once
so personal to someone, emptied throughout the house,
destroyed. remnants of a life that took place within
each room. yet, all we could do was make piles to be
sorted or eventually trashed. however, when we met the
people who lived in these houses, they had a way to
them, a sincerity, strength and hope that they would
continue to move on, that this disaster would not stop
them. it really put things in perspective, to hear
stories and see the people of new orleans (and all
areas effected by katrina) push forward and reclaim
standing on shaky ground, bed and clothes that barely
fit. see my ankles and wrists, awake with cold feet. when
this bed is too short, our legs have grown too long and
weary. now we breathe in december's air and go silent,
like in a dream. all comes rushing back, all we used to
fear. the things we said we'd do and undo but never did,
just like we knew. it's been us for so long, for so many
years. and we've all grown so very much, legs to limbs to
wings. we grow and outgrow, dance and take steps. it
becomes us slowly. never to return that place in quite
the same way.
explanation
i've never been great with change. i get used to the way
things are and then over time, what once was is no longer
and it takes me a little while to adjust. it's obviously
a part of life, and an important one at that. sometimes
these changes can be scary, or take you by surprise.
however, we need to take these steps to better ourselves,
and at the same time we need those around us to take
these steps. change can, unfortunately, bring criticism
when often times they should be celebrated. i know i have
been guilty of this myself. i can only hope to help those
around me, as i know they would help me, to help better
i know you want to think optimistically, but when there
is nothing in the glass it's not half anything, its
fucking empty. we try to build an order, only in some
chosen borders. we try to build an order, we'll produce
shells of mortar. we try to build an order, people go in
rigid quarters. we try to build an order, a machine a
people sorter. we try to build an order, a woman -
nothing for her. we try to build an order, a black man
working - nothing more. where do we live, what borders
are ours. how do we live, alone or under powers. never
could we stop, if shots were fired. turning would be
treason. i am not a liar. just hope that i'm alive when i
The son of the slain man stands over the slain - feeling his power, like his father's killer before him.
His gun at his side -blood on his boots.
Somewhere, his victim's child becomes him.
The daughter of assault must walk, alone, from the train.
The same dark streets, her father's former place.
Only once did she not make it home.
It took one night to lose the race.
Drawing over perceived portraits, exit the sound of wind.
Enter strange silence, like sleep after violence, while satisfied sleep, too deep to forget, still makes real of the imagined.
The son of the son of the slain man is slain.
His killer was born by blasts from two guns.
The third wife to weep sees pain build in her son.
A man hires six men to kill his great-grandson.
The granddaughter of assault hears laughter.
She wonders how to make that sound.
Her voice has been built to be soft and silent.
with tiny fingers we reach up and up, sometimes it takes
the likes of us all. and maybe it's my fault if it
doesn't work this time. maybe it was never meant to be
fine. eyes closed, we drive through streets we know so
well. i mouth all the words i'd love for you to tell.
with hopes and wishes, on tired knees, at the foot of
this bed. my mind plays back and forth all you ever said.
and it speaks to us in ways we never knew, at this point
i'm grasping on to what's left, knowing it's through.
this proves to be the hardest, even when it takes the
likes of us all. maybe we did the best that we could.
explanation
some people say that if you work hard enough anything is
possible, and while i know and believe that effort is
needed to make something work, there are certainly times
when things just weren't meant to be. there is a point
when you need to step back and reconsider the situation
and realize that even all of your effort is not going to
make a change. i'm not trying to be pessimistic, but i
think it is important to know that there are times when
reality needs to surface and take precedent to help make
If i love one breath too much, and hold it too close, i will die in its depth.
if i hate new air in my lungs, and push it out enough, that, too, will bring death.
if i go too far, the road will become my home.
if i stay too long, the weeds will arrest my bones.
so, i breathe in and out.
when i stray, my heart holds my home.
i resign myself to my doubts.
i accept debts, while happy to loan.
if my hand holds fire, i better put it to use.
if my enemy has water, there is no time for a truce.
my body would burn before it trickled down, and there are things to burn with the fire i found: the actors body, and the schools he founded; the tower prisons, and the ropes we're bound in.
then, retire to the mountains alone, to look down on the fields.
lost control of my body. behind in the conversations i
have. two steps ahead of my two steps back. a routine
unbroken. sliding through the mindless task. lack of
sleep or longing for the love i keep. to give up all i do
would be so easy. to drop it all and be with you and all
the others i love and see real meaning in keeping that
sounds, wavering in their youth, end a silence that
followed fury. for the first time in months, the sun
rose, and battered the waking earth with light. it rained
warmth on frozen ground, and uncovered the ruins of
night. no more would giants bend the earth. water melted,
and again began to move – washing over the buried bones
of giants. gathering, from the fallen, what could be
used, the water held promise. no more would giants bend
the earth. the hands of industry had to give up their
grip, when the bodies weakened with their own girth. the
fires that engulfed the earth were, now, only ash and
silt. the giants that set them were destroyed by what
they built. water then carried the distilled remnants of
what gave them breath, but left buried what gave them
greed and guilt. for the first time, in months, the sun
rose, and battered the waking earth with light. it rained
warmth on frozen ground, and uncovered the ruins of
night. no more would giants bend the earth.
explanation
this is an addendum, or postscript, to 'the earth is on
fire'. this takes place after the imagined apocalypse,
and life has not ended – although the species that was
the architect of destruction is gone. moreover, the
biological imprint of the deceased (lacking the desperate
drive to grow for growth's sake) carries life on into a
these months have been unforgiving, to watch her slowly
lose pace. and i sleep standing up, or not at all. but
these feelings can't amount to the struggle i see in that
room. but within it, i see a smile and i'm not sure where
that courage comes from. and if i wrote a last "goodbye"
i'd be calling it all quits, giving it all up. i know the
smells and sounds, all a little too well. so i struggle
to watch this day in and out. but long ago we built this
fire and it still glows. we fan the flames and it fills
me up. neither rain nor snow deadens it. with closed eyes
i wonder the pain, my heart fills, cries and holds her.
explanation
this is really written from the stand point of my father
and the way i imagine he may have felt and thought as he
watched my mother slowly lose her battle with cancer. as
a young child i know it was hard for me, but i was also
sheltered a bit from what was really happening. for him,
to watch the love of his life succumb to a horrible
disease at such a young age, i can only try to imagine
how very hard it was, how indescribable it must have
been, and how these feelings must still resonate within
we shout at those who can hear, but whisper in the
direction of the deaf. we are oracles and truth seers,
but we don't get up from our desks. we don't want to
follow where anyone goes. we are oceans of islands with
no shore. we shoot up into trees at eagles and crows,
but can't see through the branches anymore. we forget
our friends, even more - our foes, but we type until
our fingers are sore. we maim our face, to spite our
nose, and stop working when it makes us sore. we try to
topple columns by forming rows, and yell in ways so
easy to ignore. we're revolutionary, but just spinning.
explanation
it seems to me that a higher and higher percentage of
human interactions are faceless, anonymous, and largely
without consequence. they are conveyed through a
computer, a text message, or some other device of
convenience, and they happen very much in isolation.
there is also a vast universe of online spaces, and it
seems that many people respond to that vastness by
desperately trying to be noticed, to be distinct
amongst the countless masses, but not necessarily being
desperate to connect with anyone else in a meaningful
way. people are forgetting what it is to look another
person in the eye. the most important, and most
trivial, topics are debated vehemently (often
expertly), but because the trivial seamlessly neighbors
the important, very little gets beyond debate. very
little turns to action. a generation of people see very
clearly the problems of their day, but largely in
isolation, and the real mimics the tone of the
shut your eyes and check your pulse. are you still awake?
are you still alive? thought to have fallen asleep 18
months ago. the blood is still flowing but not at the
rate it once was. new ideas are developed and dismissed
because they express something that is not universally
thought. here is your dollar, here is my dollar. these
are the same dollars that our father and his father have
passed to the top to give them power. the buck stops here
and i gave it to you. inspire new thought and a way of
life, different from the american way. build a home on
possibility not to be caught in the shuffle or live in a
listen. beads of sweat glisten on the brow, before the
bow, of the speaker under great lights. one white in the
applause does indeed pause to njoy what i so desparately
want to destroy. i want those hands to stop before
contact brings joy to the specific ears of their prolific
boy. those ears that filter cries of the abused into
unused folders of night noise. well beyond the folding
chairs holding stares of idle admiration tands the army
of an unheard nation. they don't applaud. i don't
applaud. no cheers from my peers for the speaker who is
showing that we are weaker and weaker and without the
power to create doubt in the masses of the power of the
speaker who has garnered the cheers of the masses and the
fears of my peers. of america the government i am not a
resident, yet i do live in the land and stand with the
people. the speaker is the president, speaking and not
listening. sweat glistening, espcaping pores. the night
noise is getting too loud to ignore. the night noise is
getting too loud to ignore. power don't listen, but
through filters hear so yell and yell loud, enough to
speak softly, in my ear. lay awake in bed. thinner,
thinner. age seven, and this is what troubles the mind.
mommy's solution, this child's new year's resolution.
thinner, thinner still. young enough to be innocent,
young enough not to understand, and get it all at the
same time. speak softly in my ear, lay awake in bed.
thinner, thinner. age seven, and this is what troubles
the mind. seven years, and seven pounds. baby talk and
all. thinner, thinner still. at the age of seven your
can you see yourself along this stream? ripples only
make it messier. there is a poison, one that you can't
touch. was it in you since day one? something you feel
inside and out. your name was known, the shadow that
you cast. it seeps into you, this toxicity. and not for
one year, but many. so it's broken, broken from the
start. is it for us to fix, to put these parts back
together? to not put you in the corner, to not ignore
what went wrong. if you never knew how to swim, would
we throw you in? with you flailing, the tide carrying
you out. would we save you? these are the ones who were
marked, the "nonexistent." we'll be the first to point
the finger, we'll be the first to call you out. to
learn from the unlearned, please ignore our ignorance,
this has become so routine. what will save you? what
will save me?
explanation
in school there have always been people who were
labeled as "trouble." where these labels came from,
it's not certain, but they always seemed to stick.
often times, the image that was cast upon these
individuals stayed with them throughout the course of
school, sometimes leading to self esteem issues within
these people. we are so quick to judge, to place people
into categories, so that we have a better handle on
them and can feel secure about ourselves. as a teacher
now, i still see this happen, with both students and
teachers guilty of doing so. obviously, this is not
unique to just a school setting, but really to any
social situation. we have the tendencies to mark people
COMPLETNING THE FOUR SIDES OF THE FLAMING SICKLE
WHEN THE HORIZON IS PAINTING BLACK
THE FALSE SYMBOLS ARE FALLING WITH CRASH
THE CONCEPTION BORN OF HATE
THE CONCEPTION AT WHICH ALL OTHER ARE WASTING THEIR
BLAZE
THE ZERO HOUR - IS REACHING THE ZENIH
HIDEOUS RACE - CARESSING THE ABOMINABLE FACE OF YEHOWAH
DROP ON YOUR KNEES!
YOUR PRAYERS ARE GROWING SILENT WITH FEAR - BUT THEY
WILL BE GRANTED
YOU WILL BECOME ETERNAL IN VORTEX OF DEATH AND STRANGE
LAUGH AGAIN
JEWISH TRIBE CRAWLING IN ITS OWN LIES
JEWISH TRIBE WITH DECEITFUL GAZE
WE AS THE PILLAR OF THE OLD BELIEF
WE - THE HOLY RACE - PROUD AND HEROIC
COMPLETNING THE FOUR SIDES OF THE FLAMING SICKLE...
LET THE FEAST BEGIN
WHEN THE HORIZON IS PAINTING BLACK
FROM THE NORTH THE SEA IS THICK OF BLOOD
FROM THE SOUTH - THE MOUNTAINOUS HEAPS OF BODIES
FROM THE WEST AND EAST - THE FOREST OF GALLOWS AND
CHIMNEYS OF DEATH
(HIDEOUS RACE!)
YOU'VE AWOKEN THE DEATH MACHINE WHICH NOTHING AND NO
ONE WILL STOP
FROM THE TIMES OF THE ANCIENT ROME, THROUGH THE
CHIMNEYS OF DEATH
UNTIL NOWADAYS
HIDEOUS RACE!
NOW AND HERE LOOK BY YOUR LANGUID GAZE
OUR SACRED ARYAN BLOOD IS RAGING IN OUR VEINS LIKE A
MOUNTAIN RIVER!
DID YOU CONTRIVED OUR IMMORTAL HATE THROUGH THE
CENTURIES?
(HIDEOUS RACE!)
DO YOU REMEMBER AT LEAST ONE CENTURY THAT HAS BEEN
AVOIDED BY THE ARYAN EXPANSION?
JEWISH TRIBE CRAWLING IN ITS OWN LIES
JEWISH TRIBE WITH DECEITFUL GAZE
(COMPLETING THE FOUR SIDES OF THE FLAMING SICKLE
LET THE FEAST BEGIN
FROM THE NORTH ARE RAGING THE STORMS
FROM THE SOUTH - EARTHQUAKES
FROM THE EAST THE TONGUES OF FLAME ARE BURNING THE
JEWISH FACES
FROM THE WEST THE CLOUDS OF SMOKE ARE TIGHTENING THE
LINES OF GALLOWS.)
WHEN THE HORNS OF WAR WILL GIVE A SIGN
THE SACRIFICAL WRATH OF BODIES WILL BE CONTRIBUTED
WHEN ON THE ASHES OF THE TEMPLE OF YAHWEH
THE ANCIENT PAGAN EMPIRES WILL GLITTER WITH THEIR POWER
AGAIN!
AMONG THE ETERNAL, SACRED FIRE, ALWAYS WILL TEND THE
HAMMER OF WAR
WHEN EVEN ONE BREATH OF THE JEWISH WOMB WILL BE HEARD
WHEN IT WILL ROSE...
THE HUNGER OF THE ELEMENTS OF WAR WILL CRAVE A
LOOK ATH THE SUN DROWNED IN BLOOD
CAN YOU SEE THE ATACKING MARTIAL CHARIOTS
LOOK ATH THE SOIL BURNT TILL HORIZON
FROM WHERE THE LEGIONS COME WITH ARYAN BANNERS
TO THE FIGHT
TO THE FIGHT - IT IS TIME
(TO JET THE GALE OF FIRES IN OUR HEARTS)
TO THE FIGHT - IT IS TIME
(TO SMASH OUR ENEMIES TO SMITHEREENS)
TO THE FIGHT - IT IS TIME
(TO CRUSH THE SOURCE OF THE PLAGUE AND LET IT FALL
UNDER OUR FEET)
TO THE FIGHT - IT IS TIME
(TO FIGHT UNDER THE BANNERS OF HATE)
WE LEAVE OUR YOUTH
GROWING UP AMONG THE WALLS OF SHIELDS
AND GLITTER OF SWORDS
MAKING AN OFFERING OF OUR LIVES
CELEBRATING THE CRAFTMANSHIP CALLED WAR
FOR THIS ONE MOMENT ON THE BATTLEFIELD - GLORY
BALANCING BETWEEN THE LIMIT OF LIFE AND DEATH
WE HAVE CHOSEN
NOTHING IS GOING TO CHANGE OUR AIM
READY TO SACRIFICEEVERYTHING THAT IS MOST PRECIOUS
(FOR POSSIBILITY TO PLACE OUR FEET ON THE NECKS OF OUR
ENEMIES)
WE BUILD OUR DESTINY LIKE HUGE WAR MACHINES
WE FORGE OUR ARMOUR OVERFLOWED
(WITH BITTERNESS ON ANVIL OF TIME
SPARKS FROM OUR HAMMERS DIE OUT LIKE OUR ENEMIES
AND ONLY THE FADING OF THE STARS COUNT THE TIME OF OUR
REVENGE)
THERE
WHERE BREATH OF OUR ENEMIES DIES AWAY
TO FEED THE HUNGER FOR VENGEANCE
THERE
WHERE FALSE SYMBOL FALLS
RETURN THE GLITTER OF OUR CULT
THERE
WHERE EVENONE TEAR FALL FOR FATHERLAND
THE RIVERS OF ENEMIES BLOOD WILL FLOW
THERE
WHERE THE RAVENS CIRCLE THE RING
AT THE TIME OF GLORY WE SACRIFICE OUR LIVES
TO THE FIGHT
TO THE FIGHT - IT IS TIME
(TO JET THE GALE OF FIRES IN OUR HEARTS)
TO THE FIGHT - IT IS TIME
(TO SMASH OUR ENEMIES TO SMITHEREENS)
TO THE FIGHT - IT IS TIME
(TO CRUSH THE SOURCE OF THE PLAGUE AND LET IT FALL
UNDER OUR FEET)
TO THE FIGHT - IT IS TIME
(TO FIGHT UNDER THE BANNERS OF HATE)
from sender to sender, i guess they've all forgotten.
from sender to sender, we don't sing the same songs.
we'll look back at all of this, in the shadow of a
building, with silence saying all we ever could. to
feel new soil under our feet and see where we traveled
(from point a to b) and all the places in between.
sometimes we don't sing the same songs. this may never
reach your ears. you never saw the intent. you never
could see the end. years of listening from sender to
sender, i guess they've all forgotten. do you see
beyond your own space?
explanation
in high school i was fortunate enough to stumble upon a
wonderful youth organization called the andover youth
services (ays). the program gave, and continues to
give, a voice to the youth of our town. furthermore, it
continues to inspire me today. beginning with one
person and a small group of high school students in
1994, it has now grown to a full time staff of 5 who
serve roughly 2000 people ranging from elementary
school to high school. all the while, they have
continued to strive in bringing a youth center to the
town. yet, there have been many people who have refused
to give support to ays and the goals they strive for,
to empower the youth. each person who works at ays has
amazing passion to create, serve and contribute
constantly. it seems few and far between that you find
a group of people who continually work so hard, with a
perpetual desire and drive to better themselves and the
community, both large and small. these are truly
inspiring people. this is for bill, glenn, suzie, tony