of wealth and taste been around for a long,long year
stole many a man's soul to waste
and I was around when jesus christ
had his moment of doubt and pain made damn sure that pilate
washed his hands and sealed his fate
She wants him so badly
Knows what she wants to be
Inside her there's longing
This girls an open page
Book marking-she's so close now
This girl is half her age
Don't stand , don't stand so
Don't stand so close to me.....
Music is a powerful thing. It can change your mood in the beat of a heart. It can change how you see things, how you live life, how you do everything. Music is one of the only things that keep me walking on this rath today. Music is my escape. My castle I escape to and rule. The...
talk to my woman?
What's your claim to fame?
What gives you half a mind
To even think her name? What's your claim to fame? What's your name?
Gonna give you just one more chance
To make amends to my woman
You got yourself to blame
Only thing that's left to do
Is to think real...
It's times like these
I can't make it on my own
Wasted days and sleepless nights
An I can't wait to see you again
I find I spend my time
Waiting on your call
How can I tell you babe
My backs against the wall
I need you by my side
To tell me it's alright
Cause I don't...
it's all true what your girlfriends say
That you don't ever want to see me again
And your brother's gonna kill me
And he's six feet ten
I guess you call it cowardice
But I'm not prepared to go on like this....
Too see her in that negligee
Is really just too much
My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
My angel is a centrefold
It's ok I understand
This ain't no never never land
I hope that when this issue's gone
I'll see you when your clothes are on ......
This is a link to a vid dating to the 70s I suppose..
A private musical gathering with M. Abdu..
Instruments are Oud and a drum only!
If u wanna hear classic Arabian Gulf music then here u go!
I miss this art..
Your Haunted Head
The blackest eyes I've ever seen like moonstones shine
And all the while behind the dancing eyes the boy crying.
He creeps like ivy on the stairs, you know I liked him then
When we would sit and drink for hours and watch the sidewalk spin.
No no no...
a dying man
Night after night,we pretend it's alright
But I have grown older and you have grown colder
And nothing is very much fun anymore
And I can feel one of my turns coming on
I feel cold as a razor blade
Tight as a tourniquet
Dry as a funeral drum........
Oud is an Arabic essential musical instrument, it's way too old, a good oud player could touch your feelings with playing on it.
Ahmed Fat.hi is a Yemeni singer, "oudist", and he's known for the latter.
Here is he playing one of Fairouz's songs called: Bint Ashalabiyah..
Ahhh.. Melody of Spring, in Arabic: Lahn al Rabee', a melody composed by the great Fareed Al Atrash, an Egyptian (originally Syrian) singer/composer/actor.
He's known for his great control over oud, an Eastern musical instrument, and he plays it like no one does. He has inspired...
See the girls in California
I'm hoping it's going to come true
But there's not a lot I can do
Could've have kippers for breakfast
Mummy dear mummy dear
They got to have em in Texas
Cos everyone's a millionaire.....
for the pot
Wonder why the sun makes the rocks feel hot
Draw on the walls eat get laid
Back in the good old days
Then domed amen fool invents the wheel
Listen to the white Walls squeal
You spend all day looking for a parking spot
Nothing for the heart, nothing for the pot...