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Sleep on the Left Side
(T. Singh)
Sleep on the left side
Leave the right side free
Hope gets salted
As those around you leave
We’re gonna let it up like India House on fire
We’re gonna let it go
And let it go higher
Houcam is our call
We’re gonna take it
That virgin fall
There’s gonna be some
When we let it up
And let it breathe
And all the holes
Doused with grief
And planets up
And time to leave
No Asian lyre
Will leave us dyre
Born again into Asian line
There comes no telling
How it will be
What gets turned to smoke
Was in our hearts
And planets up
What we have lost
Sleep on the left side
Keep the sword hand free
Arrrh, wuttevess gonna be is
Gone nu be
For the 7th time
WithOUT, tumbling disyre
Easy dizease
We’re gonna let it known
And let it go slow, let it go
Sleep on the left side
Sleep on the left side
Some sounds
Some buttons
Can’t release
The window box, the window box
Brimful of Asha
(T. Singh)
“I feel emptiness from the headlamps, that come and pass me by. Ek yer sadi Asha, jemarh sanu din rat suc subelian manghrdi heh. Brujanio.”
There’s dancing
Behind movie scenes
Behind the movie scenes
Sadi Rani
She’s the one that keeps the dream alive
from the morning
past the evening
to the end of the light
Brimful of Asha on the 45
Well it’s a brimful of Asha on the 45
And dancing
Behind movie scenes
Behind those movie scenes
Asha Bhosle
She’s the one that keeps the dream alive
from the morning
past the evening
to the end of the light
Brimful of Asha on the 45
Well it’s a brimful of Asha on the 45
And singing
illuminate thee main streets
And the cinema aisles
We don’t care bout no
Gov’t warnings,
‘bout their promotion of a simple life
And the dams they’re building
Brimful of Asha on the 45
Well it’s a brimful of Asha on the 45
Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow
Everybody needs a bosom
Mine’s on the 45
Mohamed Rufhi — 45
Lata Mangeshkar — 45
Solid state radio — 45
Fer-guh-son mono — 45
Bonn publeek — 45
Jacques Dutronc and the Bolan Boogie, the Heavy Hitters and the Chichi music
All India Radio — 45
Two in ones — 45
Argo Records — 45
Trojan Records — 45
Brimful of Asha on the 45
77,000-piece
Orchestra set
Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow
Mine’s on the RPM!!
We’re In Yr Corner
(T. Singh)
Hanji
Mar mar o’sharle(h)
Ekuh. Oshart mar mar
Mar mar o’sharle(h)
Ekuh. Oshart mar mar
Raja Rani, Ek kahani
Shorti o’shari mar
Eh mar mar o’shaaaaarrrlllllll
Shorti shorti o’shari mar — hanji
Mar mar o’sharle(h)
Ekuh. O’shari mar mar
Mar mar o’sharle(h)
Ekuh. O’shari mar mar
Raja Rani, Ek kahani
Shorti o’shari mar
Ek Bani ek Kahani mar o’sharrrrrllllll
Arja — Ek mar mar O’shari
Hanji, Hasda Punjav
Tha(h) Jullander hasda
Sing: Mortey mortey mataey, mitti mitti lagardi
Mera(h) kore(h) te(h) chare(h)
Mere(h) nari arh
Hemi dervaja
Jhere ehse ameed nu band dar-sak-da(h)
That this truth can shut out
Mar mar o’sharte(h)
Ekuh. O’shari mar mar
Raja Rani, ek kahani
Shorti o’shari mar
Eh mar mar o’shaaarrrrllllll
Barkhlarff IBM tha Coca Cola, luk lamth
Mar mar o’sharte(h)
Ekuh. O’shari mar mar
Mar mar o’sharle(h)
Ekuh. O’shari mar mar
Raja Rani, ek kahani
Shorti o’shari mar
Ek bani ek kahani mar o’shaaarrrrllll
Hanji — ek mar mas O’shari
IBM tha Coca Cola, muther fucker, Lak lamth
Funky Days Are Back Again
(T. Singh)
Well, it seems like the funky days, they’re back again
Funky funky days they’re back again
And we’re en vogue again
Before the gurkers get called up again
Seems like the funky days are back again
And the party’s got a double ee at thee end again
We’ll be armed in dungareen chords again
Happy days are here again mar friend
Been a long journey, long long tymes
Many roads we couldn’t climb
But once again, the name of the game is funky and it’s funky again
Seems like those funky days are back again
Funky with a “y” and it’s back again and back again
We’ll be wearing dungareen cords again walking down that road
With a smile on our faces
Holing only embraces
Embraces to hold us cos we’re getting funky again
And we’re funky again
Seems like those funky days
Are back again
My friends we’ll be wearing dungareen cords again, walking down that road
When we say party we mean it to end on the double ee
Funky roads are back again
Funky drinks are back again
Zip-zap guns are back again
Big shoes are back again
The middle eight is back again
Funky feet back again
Tax in the post is back again
Worker strikes are back again and we’ll be
and we’ll be doing the airplane wheel — dancing
Swinging like an airplane wheel — moving
Funky days are back again mar friends
Funky days are back again
“Ben, you just show them how funky it can get when funky days are back en vogue again.”
Good Shit
(T. Singh)
Hey sey owh wo
Hey hey hey
Yeh yeey yehhh
Hey oh wo wo wo wo
Heey ya yey owwhh
Feeling good behind the wheel
I talke my doctor into Confidence
2 foots racing on the man-made blues
I feel the magic of the minimum dose, checking
Out the ani-mal heads
In the animal kingdom
Taking axe unto the turbulent sea
Making it retreat
To the chorus now
To the bonus beats half
The beats of Manhattan
From the middle of the heart
I want you each and all to switch yr tiny mind on
I want you each and all to switch yr tiny mind
I want you each and all to switch yr tiny mind on
I want you each and all — God damn the pusherman
Arrrrh good shit: it’s the truth, it’s the truth
I’m on fireya
The flames a getting higher baybee
The flames a getting higher
I got it knee-depth down
To the good foot
Direct the traffic
On the disco floor
Free the constitution
and it won’t be long
And I’m not waiting
A New York minute more
One by one
We’re gonna take you lovers on
One by one
We’re gonna take you lovers on
Eastern claps on the one, then on the third
And I’m thinking
What mighty God we serve
Good shit
Heavy metal from the back of a stage
Tuesdays on a Tuesday government rate
An all day sucker praising the plastic
Leg spins and the waiting
I don’t give up on a good thing
I want you each and all to switch yr tiny mind on
I want you each and all to switch yr tiny mind
I want you each and all to switch yr tiny mind on
I want you each and all — God damn the pusherman
On the tail of the Lion of Judah
The flames are getting higher baybee
The flames are getting higher break it down
The flames are getting higher
The flames are getting higher baybee
The flames are getting higher
Arrh good shit
Walking intastate
With the worst attorney, Lord help me
Make your own mothers day
If feel the loneliness of headlamps
That come and pass me by
Make your own, mothers say
And that’s the double root
It’s the truth, it’s the truth
Good To Be on the Road Back Home
(T. Singh)
And by the time that she gets home
She’ll re-a-lise that I am gone
I’ll be sitting in a back bar drinkin’
Drinking to my friends
And drinking to my foes
For both keep a young heart moving.
It’s good to be on the trail
From where my heart set sail
Puttin anchor down
For friends and good beer
So I’ll have another one
Then I’ll be moving on.
It’s good to be on the road back home again. Again
And by the time that he arrives
He will read, I have lied
He’ll go drinking to his friends and to his foes.
But drinking in the devil
That tears one apart, leaving
Memories of what should have been and wasn’t.
Son petit business
In Toki-yo town
Italy for the apples
To where mar heart is now.
Now it’s giddy up or whoa
“and I’m afraid it’s good to be back on the road home.”
It’s good to be on the road back home again. Again.
“I swear I meant to leave Chattanoogah, but”
But I had another one.
And I realised whar I’d gone
And I realised what I’d done
I need to be on the first bus back
Into her arms
It’s good to be on rht road back home
Too many nights
In dirty London town
Italy for the apples
To where my heart is now.
For I’ve lost marself, searchin’
For what I ain’t
It’s good to be on the road back home again.
Leave Chattanooga
Walk in to New York City
Aeroplane down to Nippon ground
Meets some friends in Tokio-town
Across to West Maluva
Showboat to West Malay
Leave my foes to their woes
Sometimes “that’s how it goes”
It’s good to be on the road back home again.
Norwegian Wood
(Lennon/McCartney)
translation by (T. Singh)
Mere(h) korlsi ek rani
Ja(h), shart me(h) kernar
Orde(h) korlai me(h)
Orne(h) orda kumera dukalis
He(h) nee eh huchae
Norwegian lukri
Orne(h) kyar rela(h) Tha(h) be(h)ja
Jitte(h) bi teri marji
Me(h) alle(h) dwalle(h) deklar
Kay(h) ohte(h) korsee nee si
Ma(h) duri te(h) be(h)gle Sume sorcheke(h)
Ordi sharab pyike(h)
Use dar buhjeh tac galla kitia(h)
Fa(h) ome(h) kuy-ar
Sohn da suma horgiar
Orne(h) dusia ke swernu karnte(h), jandi he(h)
Tha hassna shooru karditha
Me(h) ornu dusia, me(h) nee-jarna
Tha bathe betch solhm cha-leg-lar
Jad me(h) jargian, Me(h0 kul-ar se
Eh chirey beergh gey
Fer(h) me(h) aag jug ay see
He(h) nee eh huchee
Norwegian lukri
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