Hajji Baba
(Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji)
Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji Baba, Hajji Baba
Hajji Baba, Hajji Baba, Hajji Baba
He was always in love, in love, in love
Come to my tent, oh my beloved
Bring me your lips, warm as the sun
Hear my lament, oh my beloved
Come to my arms, oh wonderful one
Enter my heart and stay there forever
Lost in the spell of stars up above
And we'll be like the man Hajji Baba
Always in love, always in love
(Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji)
Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji Baba, Hajji Baba
Hajji Baba, Hajji Baba, Hajji Baba
He was always in love, in love
Deep in each soul, carefully hidden
There's a desire to be indiscreet
Hajji has said when love is forbidden
Love is so sweet, love is so sweet
Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji Baba, Hajji Baba
Hajji Baba, Hajji Baba, Hajji Baba
He was always in love, in love, in love
Come to my arms, oh my beloved
(Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji) [fade]
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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Natives Are Restless Tonight
(Don Tiki)
Let me tell you 'bout my neighborhood
If you're visiting tonight
You better stay out of the shadows
Stay in the bright, bright light
Don't take fright, the natives are restless tonight
They're not particularly interested in me or you
They're just looking for some meat
They can put in their stew
Don't take fright, the natives are restless tonight
And they say...
Hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey
Hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey
It's best to stay upstairs
With the Good Book alone
'Cause when the drums start burnin'
You better leave your sermons at home
Don't take fright, the natives are restless tonight
And they say...
Hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey
Hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey
You might consider yourself lucky
Just to be alive
'Cause it's a full moon tonight
And it's right for a conquering tribe.
Don't take fright, the natives are restless tonight
And they say...
Hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey
Hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey
Hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey
Hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Papa-oom-mow-mow
Ah, papa-oom-muh-muh-muh-muh
Ah, papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
The funniest sound i ever heard
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
But i can't understand a single word
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
But if he's serious or if he's playin'
Whoo, my my is all he's sayin'
Papa, whooo
Baba-baba-baba-whoooooooo!
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Well i said there, pop, say what's your name
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Why don't you come around and show your face?
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
The weirdest sound--i can't figure it out--
I can't believe this sound makes me slap and shout
Papa, whooo
Baba-baba-baba-whoooooooo! yeah!
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Dit-dit-dit
Dit-dit-dit
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-papa-papa-oom-muh-muh-muh-muh
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Dit-dit-dit
I can't seem to remember all the words
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Dit-dit-dit
Well, i hear this sound everywhere i go
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
On the rockin' tv or the radio
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
But now it's spreadin' all through the land
I still can't seem to haha ha
Understand
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Baba-baba-baba-whoooooooo!
Baba-whoo
Dit dit dit
Baba-baba-baba-whooooo!
Baba-baba-baba-whoooooooo!
Oooo-oooo-ooo-wooooo
(how how oom mow oom mow. oh.)
(party [...], right?)
(i hope so.)
(this is [...])
song performed by by Beach Boys
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All I Can Do
Ooh, ooh, ba
Yesterday I thought youd stay
I thought youd see things my way
But now I see my hopes may be dead
I should have known when you said
I was the one you wanted
Wanting meant nothing more than today
(*) all I can do is cry over you
And hope you return someday
All I can do is cry over you
Ever since youve gone away
Every road that I follow
Leaves me with no tomorrow
I need someone to show me the way
Repeat (*)
Baba, baba, baba
Baba, baba, baba
song performed by by Carpenters
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You Cant Put Your Arms Around Whats Already Gone
I saw red, stayed at home
Placed a big pillow over the phone
In this town where Im from
Ive learned two is so much better than one
But you left me alone
You cant put your arms around whats already gone
Watch you sink like a stone
You cant put your arms around whats already gone
Well, you hurt to the core
You used to kiss like no one had done before
And your taste turned me on
Now you drive me real crazy just by being born
Cos you left (left left left) me alone (left me alone)
And you cant put your arms around whats already gone
Watch you sink like a stone
You cant put your arms around whats already gone
Baba b-baba b-baba ba
Baba b-baba b-baba ba
Took the tram round the bay
Where everyone tells you to have a nice day
And my pride almost broke
When the tears dont fit you, you look like a joke
And you left (left left left) me alone (left me alone)
You cant put your arms around whats already gone
Cryin eyes gettin worn
You cant put your arms around whats already gone
Hey, you left (left left left) me alone (left me alone)
You cant put your arms around whats already gone
Watch you sink like a stone
You cant put your arms around whats already gone
Baba b-baba b-baba ba
Baba b-baba b-baba ba
song performed by by Roxette
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Siridi Sai Baba
SIRIDI SAI BABA Vavroovahana Patra
Siridi Sai Baba is everywhere;
Attracts devotees with pleasure.
At the age of sixteen Baba advises devotes;
Inspires to engage mind in social service with delight.
Baba advises to provide food to dogs, cattle and poor people daily;
Providing food derive peace daily.
On Thursday pray Baba delightfully;
Surrender on the Lotus Feet daily.
Baba is omnipresent;
Provides peace, merriment.
Protects devotee’s life;
Evaporates devotee’s grief.
I, the poet, pray Baba gaily;
Surrender on the Lotus Feet delightfully.
Baba is Vishnu, Rama, Krishna, Jagannath on Earth;
In four ages Baba incarnates with mirth.
Siridi is pure forever;
Baba smiles at Siridi with pleasure.
Cures devotee’s disease;
In the family showers Baba’s Bliss.
He is Almighty;
I, the novelist pray Baba’s with gaiety.
Baba protects women devotees daily;
Provides peace in pure women gaily.
I sing Baba’s song in morning;
Soul drinks the nectar of peace, mind is delighting.
Baba is omnipresent in my family;
Praying Baba we live delightfully.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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I Wanna Be Sedated
20-20-20-4 hours to go
i wanna be sedated
nothing to do, nowhere to go, oh
i wanna be sedated
just get me to the airport, put me on a plane
hurry,hurry,hurry before i go insane
i can't control my fingers, i can't control my brain
oh no, oh no, oh no
20-20-20-4 hours to go
i wanna be sedated
nothing to do, nowhere to go,oh
i wanna be sedated
just put me in a wheelchair, puy me on a plane
hurry hurry hurry before i go insane
i can't control my fingers, i can't control my brain
oh no oh no oh no
20-20-20-4 hours to go
i wanna be sedated
nothing to do, nowhere to go, oh
i wanna be sedated
just put me in a wheelchair, get me to the show
hurry hurry hurry before i cant let go
i can't control my fingers, i can't control my toes
oh no oh no oh no
ba-ba-baba, baba -ba-baba i wanna be sedated
ba-ba-baba, baba-ba-baba i wanna be sedated
ba-ba-baba, baba-ba-baba i wanna be sedated
ba-ba-baba, baba-ba-baba i wanna be sedated
song performed by by Offspring
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Rumble in the jungle
Give us some poetry?
Me, we..?
These are the words;
Of Muhammad Ali..!
Ali—baba-booyah! Ali
The emperor of Horus
Sang back the chorus…
Ali—baba-booyah!
Ali—baba-booyah!
Ali—baba-booyah!
The peoples Champion!
A roaring catlike, lion
with long-legs of lynxes
a king of all… the Cobras
With a right leading, paw...
His arm like a ripsaw...
And with words of combat
He was like a buzzing black, gnat...
In the ear of an iron wall-
0f fury, surely, he’s only a Meatball.
Said he a half-crazed; George Forman
He isn’t there, American, Tarzan
surely he isn’t their hero’ this? Muhammad Ali...
Ail—baba-booyah! Ali
The emperor of Horus
Sang back they in chorus
Ali—baba-booyah!
Ali—baba-booyah!
Ali—baba-booyah!
Hellfire’s sharpened inside a mountain beast:
Whose instincts weren’t yet that of a baptized priest?
This only unleashed a thuggish bears raging guffaws…
In a taciturn of natural, laws.
A trudging elephant goes, sleeping…
Wearily on the ropes—he’s just waiting
Tobacco chewing the brawlers
Heart weakening boulders.
His heart thrashing leaf shredding soul…
All this is compounding so all his admirers’ console!
Muhammad Ali...
Ali—baba-booyah! Ali
The emperor of Horus
Sang back in chorus
Ali—baba-booyah!
Ali—baba-booyah!
Ali—baba-booyah!
Mean while, me, we..?
Ali, tenderly inward-sobs..!
Me, we..? Me, we..?
For three whole rounds he bobs...
Till his sobs, override
His natives absent ringside-
Fear; then does he begin to hear..!
A charlatan’s heart beating, drums...
With no more tantrums,
He wakes the African, elephant
Wounded and yet more grievant
It’s then this road, turnpikes’
And a preordained cobra strikes
At a watermelon gatherer
Bewildered, headlong guilty of his own perjure.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Back to be my hero
Baba thanks for hearing my pain
Baba thanks for your kindness
I love you like i never loved you before
I know i blame you for many things
And its hurt you alots
And i know that u love me the most
And today you show it to me
By telling me you goin to Thai
jus to search for mammy
Coz you believe she still alive
And you dont want me to feel lonely
coz its hurt you deep inside
And you know ur the reason for my pain
Even if i didnt tell you
Coz it showed in my eyes
But the thing that you dont know
Your back to be my hero
I love you daddy
poem by Nouri Queen
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Life Imprisoned
On both sides the desert lies,
Vast stretches of sand flys.
That shroud the moor and sky,
Through the desert road runs by,
Too many towered cities high,
Here and there people go,
Nazim cries in voice high and low.
Veiled in a ghetto below,
Lays lass with eyes glow.
II
Dates, eucalyptus, palm quiver,
Dusty and hot winds raising fever,
Man folk chatter without any manner,
Writhing with pain under the hot towers,
Cry for a space in cool bowers
And the cruel city empowers,
The rogues to chain and torture,
The beautiful veiled lass in tears,
Tears and tears but no sympathy ever.
III
In the towers women in veil,
Moving with heavy trail,
Sad and disheveled sail,
If recently freed from jail.
But no one has seen her face frail,
Or exchanging her happy mail,
Only fellow sisters and animals hail,
Among the hardened bearded males,
Heard an elegy sad and sail.
IV
Inside she works night and day,
A dark world in colors grey,
She was told as Allah say,
Forbidden to breathe free and gay,
Only to produce children and stay,
Unknown of the curse wormy,
Covered from top to bottom steadily,
Reading the book sadly and holy,
Chanted loudly, slowly and reputedly.
V
Sometimes group of traders glad,
A procession of ulemas glad,
Skull cap, knee salwar and shirt long clad,
Sometimes a herd of camels sad,
Outlawed to music and young cupids wed,
She has no young suitor glowed,
To make love with his iron shield,
Is it a life or curse she cried?
I am sick of this black shroud.
VI
A hajji came surrounded by faithfuls,
The sun was dazzling without lull,
That sparkled in the sand dull,
The apron white glittered full,
Young face and brow glow in sunlight still,
Head was clear of all the curls,
He was flashing in the sky purple,
Faith was ready to break and hurl.
VII
She threw the veil and left the room,
In quick paces jumped the gloom,
Unaware of her coming doom,
She saw his face bright and plume,
Faithfuls around were straining,
Leaves and plants became pale and waning,
Birds and animals in the rest complaining,
Low and heavy clouds raining,
And words in the throats were draining.
VIII
Down she came out on the road fast,
Over her face grim drops afloat,
Like a Hindu saint on her sad lot,
Dropping tears in his holy pot,
Running robbed in pale and white,
Madly rushed left and right,
Faithfuls heard her song last,
Lay beheaded, lifeless along blood hot
Under the sun left by mad might.
XI
Left dead and dry under the sun,
All came out to know her name,
Died the mirth of world fame,
All and sundry cried and ram,
She has a beautiful and dear frame,
God in His heaven bless this dame,
Poor girl was she died of faith human.
Away on a wall, calling a bearded Nazim,
Failed and ignorant about the girl’s doom.
BY
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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Confrontation with Baba Yaga
In Angola
I saw Baba Yaga
come out of the wood
and in the blue sky
she hanged dark and hideous
with a canon in her beak
and rockets on her sides
that draws red lines
when she eats soldiers
by wiping them out.
No uglier witch
you could get anywhere
and she hanged bony
in the air
above our heads
while she collected skulls
with a shrilling noise.
Day after day
we were on recognisance
and she was there
until a stinger missile
fired by a Unita soldier
dragged her from the sky
and she went flaming to the ground
and ploughed a furrow on her side.
[References: ”In a number of East European and Russian myths, Baba Yaga is a cannibalistic witch who lives in a hut on the edge of the forest. She is also called Jezi-Baba or Baba Yaga Kostianaya Noga ('bone-legs') , referring to the fact that she is rather skinny. She is regarded as the devil's own grandmother.” Confrontation with a Russian Hind helicopter gunship.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Baba Big Cheese Ain't No Turkey
Baba Big Cheese ain't no turkey-
He's the ascendant master
Of mood kinetics,
Who probes his inner thighs
And clarifies his thoughts,
While sharing his insights
And reviewing his direction
As he synaptically and
Telepathically
Connects with his
Audience-
Baba Big Cheese knows
Every little trick
In the secret black book-
He's mastered
The universal law of
Libidinal attraction
As he feels out the vibes
Of his female disciples,
Feeling the heat of his
Transforming erection
Rising like an inspiration
Of his polymorphous muse-
Baba Big Cheese is interesting
To watch at nighttime
In the late moon hours
When the sky is dark
And the crowd is drunk
With all sorts of mad
Visions and wisdoms
Borne out of alcohol
And translucent
Angels cascading from
Heavens, with whom
Baba Big Cheese
Communes on a daily basis,
Sitting on a park bench
And watching little children
Being clutched by their
Mothers, warning them of
Long haired metaphysical
Perverts, looking for
Action.
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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First Encounter - Sadguru Sri Sharavana baba from Kerela
sadguru sri sharavana baba
a smile, a smile, intimately
bringing blessings
sadguru sri sharavana baba
quite like Lord Shiva
who came to my dream
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Krishna Beginning To Speak
Mohan's begun to say 'Maiya Maiya,'
And 'Baba Baba' to Nanda,
Balaram He's calling 'baiya'
From atop the house Yasoda shouts
Taking the name of kanhaiya.
Don't go far to play my darling
Someone's cow will hit ye.
The gopas and gopis celebrate boisterously
In each house there is festivity
Surdas, for a glimpse of the Lord
My all is surrendered to the Almighty.
poem by Sant Surdas
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Rocking Chair In Hawaii
I'm going down to the river gonna take me
my rocking chair
Going down to the river gonna take me
my rocking chair
And if those blues don't leave me
Gonna rock on away from here
If you want me woman please don't act so shy
If you want me woman please don't pass me by
I love those sideways glances
Your shoulder and your tigh
I see inside your eyes, the Baba's Sai
The reasons why I love you
So if you're still busy hiding
What it is you've got
If you're frightened of losing
What you like a lot
You may be cruisin' backwards
While thinking that you're not
I see into your eyes, the Baba Sais
The reasons why I love you
So if you don't get the picture
You won't know what I feel
If you don't get the picture
Then you won't have a depth of field
You may be going someplace
Someplace you've already been
George Harrison: voz, dobro slide e guitarra acstica, cavaquinho, teclas e coros
Jeff Lynne: baixo
Kim Keltner: bateria
song performed by by George Harrison
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Elegy to a Kurdish father
Elegy to a Kurdish father
for Ekim Erdogan
Alone in a green meadow I pray,
not on my knees but hands held high.
I think of the Kurdish girl in the London fog—
her Baba is gone, the night has come.
Behind the East End walls a bluesy soulful note.
The cockney drink bitter beer, rattle and chat.
But she is not there, she is a continent away—
for the Sultans ruled from Constantinople to Budapest
from Medina to Algiers—
and in the muscle of the coffee the tendons of kabobs
there is a tone in her Baba’s voice, a light in a dark green forest.
The tale of the Kardelen—
the Snowdrop, so shy, below the snow,
knows the sun fingers will smother its breath—
so it hides, like the prized nuts of a brown squirrel,
in the custody of winter’s frozen soil.
Still, above ground,
the Snowdropp hears the wind of her lover’s song—
she longs and longs then rises to her lover’s strum
but in a flash her petal’s gone
Yet in that second, that moment
when love was once again made new—
the girl, well beyond the fog and pub dwellers,
hears only her Baba’s granite voice
revealed in the eternal romance of Kardelen
sprouting toward Spring, love and valor.
poem by Leo Briones
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Love Is The Rose Lust Is The Thorn
Love is the rose.
Lust is the thorn
poem by Follower Of Sai Baba
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Love as Thought is Truth. Love as Action is Right Conduct. Love as Understanding is Peace. Love as Feeling is Non-violence.
quote by Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba
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Love one another and help others to rise to the higher levels, simply by pouring out love. Love is infectious and the greatest healing energy.
A Fourtunate Father With His New Daughter, -Dedicated To Joyce Loba Flores. by Ray Subrata
The unquenched thirst,
Of Father, for daughter’s love,
Fountains with a call, -Baba,
From a voice of distant land,
While I am in India, my daughter,
In the farthest Philippines stands.
The face of youngest daughter Hamma,
Appears in Jhoy Loba’s image,
I send her a request, and wait.
‘Good evening sir, its my pleasure ‘
‘Thank you sweet little daughter like friend’,
And my psychic lingered willing suspense.
‘It is my pleasure Baba’, -came the message,
Moment made eternity, opening a father’s passage ‘
I felt a touch, as soothing as much,
From the voice of my new daughter,
A flower divine, by nature shines,
By her beauty in my Father’s bower!
The Father in Man remains hidden,
And it opens with a daughter’s call,
It is more than a glory to a Man,
As in the daughter, -the mother resembles!
poem by Bazi alis Subrata Ray
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