#Solo Songs of Mohammed Rafi

[humanitysstrongestsoldier1]

𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒. | 𝐺. 𝑆𝑈𝐺𝑈𝑅𝑈 x Reader

TW: cursing, explicit sexual content, death

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Summary:

अभी ना जाओ छोड़कर कर दिल अभी भरा नहीं (Abhee na jao chhodakar kar dil abhee bhara nahin): "Don't leave now, your heart is not full yet." - Asha Bhosle and Mohammed Rafi, Abhi Na Jao Chhod Kar, RRKPK Ver.

Regret.

It's a powerful thing that can tear a human down.

My regret? I was not able to save my best friend, my love, from the darkness that threatened to consume him.

He came to me in the night, claiming the very thing he had a grasp on since the moment I met him.

I just wish I could have stopped him then and there before he left me for good.

I wish I could have told him that there was no need to build a new world when he himself was my world, my home.

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Notes:

Yokoso, watashi no Tumblr society...

i literally forgot this existed until i opened my google drive lmfaoo

yeh i had to use that song lol

translations will be in parentheses

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“(Name)! You have to eat this cake; it's literally so good!” Gojo shouts from across the room, a beaming smile on his face.

“I will! Later, I promise.” I yelled back, and I got a happier smile from him again.

Satoru and Shoko had planned a little farewell party for me because of the fact that I was going to continue my studies in England. Nanami was also here, but like me, he chose to sit in silence, lightly sipping from the champagne in his glass. Other people that I knew from college and Jujutsu High were present as well. Even though my home was bright and lively, something was missing. Or, in this case, someone.

Suguru Geto. The calm to my storm.

I had the fattest crush on him in high school, and I'm sure he knew. That's why he flirted and teased me a lot. But beyond that, he was always there to listen to my little nerdy talks. Or even my rage talks. He would just sit there with a gentle smile on his face, ready to digest some random information about astrophysics. Hell, he would even ask questions afterwards. He was the peace in my chaos. Until he became chaos itself. The news of his massacre and defection did not shock me as much as I hoped it would. After Riko and Yu's deaths, he was slowly falling into a pit of darkness. With Satoru out on solo missions and me being busy with college applications and entrance studying, we weren't there to give him a hand to pull him out of that abyss. To this day, that is still Satoru and my greatest regret.

I thought our bond was unbreakable; he himself told me so.

One night, I was woken up from a nightmare at Satoru’s house during a sleepover. In that god-horrid vision, Satoru and Suguru had left me dead. I still remember the words Suguru said in the dream: “Leave her; she's no good for us.”

It was really hard for me to sleep after that, so I headed to the kitchen and found Suguru drinking a glass of water. I explained to him what happened, and he held me, his arms around my body and legs tangled for the entire night. He helped me sleep and promised that he would never leave me. Now that “promise” turned out to be futile. That unbreakable bond that tethered our souls was split, yearning to be joined again.

“You're thinking about him, aren't you?” Nanami said, lightly tapping my knee with his, gaining my attention.

I looked at him with blank eyes and said, “I don’t know what you're talking about, Kento.”

“It's okay to miss him; we all know how close you two were.”

“Leave it. Don't speak of him.”

He hums, acknowledging my privacy on the matter, before whispering with a gentle voice, “Even though you are miles away after today, know that I'm here for you. Because I know how much of a hassle it is to talk to Gojo, please never hesitate to speak to me if it's a serious matter.”

A small smile came upon my face, and I gently bumped into his shoulder with mine, an act of gratitude. “Thank you, Kento.”

“(Name)! Nanamin! Get the hell over here! We're starting cards against humanity!”

The two of us headed over to Satoru’s excited ass, who was reading the manual. That night was going to be my last night with them. 5 years is a long time without my closest friends, so I would cherish this night without any regrets.

—

“But (Name), I don't want to leave you. Even though I'm going to see you in the morninggg!” A drunk Satoru whines, hugging me so tight that it felt as if my lungs were going to pop.

“Sa-To-Ru.” I said, struggling to put his name together with the lack of air. I slowly pushed him to the threshold of the front door, trying to get him out. Unfortunately, his 6’3 ass would not budge.

“I got him (Name), don't stress.” Shoko says this from outside. She grabs the back of his shirt, pulls him the fuck out of my house, and waves good-bye.

Laughing lightly, I close the front door and head to my room for a quick shower. As I entered my room, the aura of it felt off. It was as if something that wasn't supposed to be there was present. Ignoring the feeling, I headed over to the closet to pick out some clothes, but before I could, a large hand grabbed me by my waist and pulled me flush against their chest. I realised it was a very tall man, around the same height as Gojo; it would be hard to escape. I thought of screaming, but it was as if he read my mind and put his other hand over my mouth. The arm around my waist forced me to turn around, and I was met with the very eyes I fell in love with.

Suguru Geto.

His hand fell from my face, and he took two steps back, allowing me to truly see him after so long.

“What are you doing here, Suguru?”

“Can’t I see my girl before she leaves?” He says this, smirking and tilting his head.

“I’m not your girl. I could have been, but you lost that right after you committed mass murder and betrayed your friends.”

“It was necessary. For the world I'm trying to make for you and for us, it damn well must be necessary.”

“Tsk, get yourself and your twisted philosophies out of my house.” I gritted my teeth at his response.

“Please, you are going to be gone for a long time. Let me hold you as I once did.”

“Out of kindness and the love I held for you, I won't tell Satoru or Yaga about this little visit. It's best if you leave; I would like my last night here to be in peace.”

“Held? The love you ‘held’ for me? Darling, I think you mean ‘hold’ for me,” he grins.

“I don't love you, Suguru, not when you left me, craving your touch.”

“Is that so? Then surely your heart's rapid pace and the blush on your cheeks are just my imagination, right?”

I take a step forward, raising a finger at him. “Listen here, you bastar-”

I was interrupted by his arm pulling me from my waist into his chest. I gazed into his dark eyes, and somewhere in there I found desperation.

“You're mine, (Name). You always have been. No matter where you are—two miles or even countries away—you are mine. I’m here to claim what is left of you, the part that I always held a right to.”

I shuddered against him, my fist curling around his white button-up shirt. “And what's that?”

“Your heart.”

In a flash, his lips were upon mine. Cold but dominating enough to envelop my warmth with his. He took the entirety of me in, his tongue clashing with mine. Small moans drifted from my voice, disobeying my heart's call. As much as I tried to push myself away, subconsciously, this was where I was meant to be.

My swollen lips finally pulled away. “Sugu, please.”

“Let me have you tonight, please. Let me revel in your touch; our bodies as one.”

“I can't, Sugu. I would be betraying my righteousness.”

“Virtuousness is fleeting. Love is eternal. We are eternal. Please (Name), let me show you the pleasures of this world. Let me make you mine, so no one in this world can ever lay a hand on you.”

If my friends could read my mind at this time, they would label me a selfish sociopath. But tonight was my last night, and if I come back five years later and he's not here, then saying no would be a mistake. Plus, high school me would be begging to say yes.

“Fuck it.” I whisper, quickly pulling him by the collars of his shirt and smashing my lips on his.

His hand made it to my ponytail and took off the band, making my hair cascade down my backless dress. His hands tangled in my tresses, pulling my hair back and breaking the kiss. His wet lips sucked on my neck, leaving dark bruises that would take weeks to disappear. As he continued his ministrations I made my way to his button-up, opening and taking off his shirt. Gliding my hands over his pecs, I could feel his intense heartbeat, saying one thing: my name.

“Hold on to me.” He whispers against my skin, grabbing my hips and wrapping my legs around his waist. He made his way over to my bed and gently placed me on it, hovering over me. He gazed into my watery eyes.

“If I had just told you that I loved you earlier, maybe, just maybe I-”

“Sugu, right now, it's just us. Don't focus on what could have been; focus on what can be.”

He blinked his thoughts away and dragged the chain of my dress down, my bare form meeting his eyes. The dress was thrown to the side of the room by him, while his eyes never left my body. His lips went towards the middle of my breasts, to where my heart was.

“Mine.” He whispered against my skin, feeling my heart. He continued kissing down my stomach, leaving hickeys behind. His hands curled around the band of my underwear and pulled them down.

"Suguru, please be gen- oh my god." I was cut off by the feeling of his wet lips sucking on my clit.

I took off the rubber band holding half his hair up and ran my hands through his black locks. His lips unlatched, and his tongue replaced the actions. Small whimpers released from my throat, and I yanked his hair by mistake, causing him to groan and sending the vibrations through my lower body.

“Fuck Sugu, just like that baby.”

He didn’t stop; he didn't even go faster; he was making me writhe under him because he knew that he couldn't stay for long, so his first priority was to embed memories of this night in the best way possible. Slowly and agonisingly, he licked a stripe up my slit and came up to look me in the eyes.

Tears fell from my face, and I was blushing profusely. “You look so pretty, like this baby. You wanna tell me what you want?

I bashfully turned my head to the side, and he chuckled at my antics. Suguru hooked a finger under my chin and ushered me to gaze into his eyes. 

“Don’t be shy now; I want to hear you say it.” He whispers. His beautiful lips curled into a smirk.

I blink away my tears, and with a shaky voice, I say, “I need you in me, Sugu.”

“That's it, my love.” His lips meet their way back to mine, and I moan into his mouth, feeling his tongue toying with mine. His hands make quick work of removing his pants and underwear, leaving us both bare in the dark room.

Breaking the kiss, I move my hand down to his seeping cock and smirk while looking into his wide eyes. “My turn."

I slowly move my hand down his shaft, feeling his slick moisten my hand. My thumb grazes his tip, which is leaking precum and he whines into my neck.

“ Fuck , (Name) please, I need-”

“Go on,” I interrupt, smiling at him.

Suguru gives me a quick peck on my lips and aligns his cock to my sopping cunt. His tip moved up and down my slit, gathering the spit and cum to make his way into me. He slowly thrust into me, letting me adjust to his girth. My nails clawed at his toned back, and I moaned at the filling feeling. He hooked his hands behind my knees and pushed them flush against my chest. His cock went even deeper, reaching places that made me see stars. He started moving faster, his balls slapping against my ass, and the squelch of my cunt echoed throughout the silent room. Suguru’s quiet whines and my moans created a harmonic melody that was pushing me to bliss.

“Y-you hear that, baby? F-f-fuuckkk! You take me so well, gods .” He says this as his lips kiss all over my neck.

“Sugs, I can’t- hold- oooh fuck baby pleaseee. ” I couldn't form words as he went even deeper, stretching me out completely. My back arched off the mattress, and he growled at my cunt clenching around his cock. His thrusts became more erratic, and he was reaching his end, as was I.

“Fuckk (Name), cum with me, please; I need to fill you up.” He groans into the crook of my neck.

My pussy clenched at his words, and he took note of that: "Oh, you like that? Wanna be stuffed full of my cum?”

I meekly nodded, unaware of the consequences that may show up later.

"Oh, sweetheart, imma pump you so full of my kids, gonna see you get all swollen and cute, yeah?”

"Ahh, Suguru, fuck, I cant-” I moan, unable to construct sentences.

His body curved and pushed further, and his hips pressed hard against me, shooting his load inside my gummy walls. The sensation of his cock and the warmth of his cum just added to my orgasm, and I came hard around his cock.

Suguru slowly pulled out, and I whined at the empty feeling: “I’m not going anywhere, sweets; I just gotta get you cleaned up.” He whispers against the skin of my forehead, placing a kiss on it.

I hum lightly and smile into his warmth. Fatigue was slowly crawling over me, and I wanted to fall asleep in his arms.

In a minute, he quickly went to the bathroom and grabbed a fresh towel, wiping my thigh and sensitive folds. He walked over to the hamper and discarded the towel into the laundry.

“Suguru?” I said, reaching out to him. “Don’t leave me like this.”

He gently smiles, walking over to my bed and crawling under the covers. His arms pulled me closer to his warm body, and he wrapped the huge blanket over our bodies.

I tucked myself under his chin, and he kissed my head before whispering, “I would never.”

“I love you, Suguru.”

“I love you too, (Name).”

That night was the most peaceful rest I had in a long while. The gentle beating of Suguru’s heart and the warmth from his body lulled me into tender sleep, where the stars watched over our resting forms.

(In the Morning, at Airport)

“(Name) don’t go, pleasee.” Satoru says, tightly hugging my body, which was very sore from last night.

Suguru had stayed for breakfast and headed out when he saw Gojo and Shoko’s cars. He left with a kiss that I would remember for lifetimes.

Gojo and Shoko helped me pack all of my clothes and drove me to the airport. Throughout the entire car ride, Satoru was whining about me leaving. It was cute, to be honest. Satoru is my best friend, and I would miss him so much, so I just held his hand, calming him down.

“Satoru, we talked about this in the car. I'm coming back! And I promise to call you when I’m free!” I say this while pushing him off of me.

“It’s not enough! Who is gonna make me rasmalai when you are gone?" He proclaims, grabbing hold of my shoulders. Satoru loved my native cooking; Indian food was his new obsession, and the sweets? God. He was obsessed with Rasmalai and Gajar ka Halwa. And he only used to like it when they were made by my hands.

“Bro, the ones from the store are not as good as yours.”

“I’ll facetime you and teach you to make it, okay?” I sigh, caressing his face and smiling.

I move over to Shoko, who grins brightly when I hug her.

“I’m gonna miss you girly.” She says, pushing my glasses (Gojo’s gifted sunglasses) up my nose playfully.

“Me too, Shoko.” I whisper, kissing her cheek and pulling her in for one last hug.

The overhead speaker buzzed, and the announcer declared, “Flight GS831 is boarding; passengers, please head to the gate.”

I sigh and look at both of my friends for one last time. “I love you guys.”

At the same time, Satoru and Shoko both said, “We love you too.”

I smiled as tears welled up in my eyes and turned around, dragging my suitcase behind me and carrying my backpack.

In these 5 years, I will make a name for myself in England and when I come back, I will convince Suguru to start anew with me. To a new future.

And when I set my mind to something, I was hellbent on getting it fulfilled.

(Year 4 of Study, Oxford, England)

I was heading home after a long day of researching Kerr black holes at the astronomy observatory, and my neck was absolutely killing me. These past three days have been hell on earth. With finals coming and my thesis paper coming to a conclusion, life hasn’t been exactly easy.

I have been getting calls from Satoru, which really helps bring a laugh to my serious lifestyle. Shoko calls every now and then; she has been interested in the process of getting a biology degree to help with her role at Jujutsu Tech. Kento also calls every now and then. He goes on about Gojo’s annoying ass and how he misses my scolding towards him. He kept his promise of being there for me when I needed it and truly helped me ground myself on the most stressful days. and, of course, Suguru. He doesn't call as often as Satoru, but when he does, we go on for hours. He loves listening to my research and the things I find. It reminds both of us of our high school days, when we used to stargaze.

He had called me a couple of days ago, sounding more serious about his “new world.” I didn't say much about it because I knew that he wouldn't listen. But for some reason, the days after that call, were full of unspoken caution–or fear…

I opened the door to my apartment and headed to my study, dropping my backpack off before heading to my room for a hot shower. The winters in Oxford had their bite, and today was no exception. The feeling of the hot water on my body calmed my stressed muscles, and the tension in my head dimmed down. Stepping out, I did my skincare and moisturised my body thoroughly, especially in this winter. I headed to my bed and plopped down on it before opening my drawer and getting my iPad out to read The God Delusion by Richard Dawkins. I was deep into the book until I felt the buzzing of my phone underneath the blanket. Checking the caller, it was Satoru. He always face-timed, so I was confused as to why it was a normal call.

A feeling of foreign dread washed over me for no reason at all. I didn't even know why he was calling, but I knew it had to be something bad.

Hesitantly, I swiped over the button and picked up the call.

“Hello? Satoru?” I asked quietly.

I heard a sharp breath being taken by him. “Hey sweetcakes. Are you doing alright today?”

Satoru’s voice sounded so tired. It lacked his charm, and he was unusually calm.

"Yeah, I'm doing fine, you?” I ask.

“I want to say that I'm doing okay, but I'm really not.” He says, his voice breaking.

“Hey, hey. What's wrong?”

“It’s Suguru.”

There it was—that dreaded news.

“Wh-what about him, love?”

“H-he.” Satoru took a deep breath before continuing. “He tried taking one of my new students. It ended badly (Name).”

“How bad?” I ask.

“He’s gone (Name). I had to kill him…”

A chill passed over my body, and I froze in shock. My brain shut down, and I couldn't hear Satoru’s voice. His words floated around me, and I couldn't move. Not even a limb. My jaw clenched, and my tears blurred my eyes. A sob left my trembling lips, and Satoru stopped talking. Fat, warm tears dropped down my cheek and onto the screen of my iPad.

“(Name)? Hey.” Satoru said, sounding more concerned. “I'm here, okay, I'm here. I’m not going anywhere.”

I shook off my tears, and I focused on telling Satoru the truth.

“I-I’m okay, ‘Toru. I need to tell you something.”

“Take all the time you need.” He says, assuringly.

I sighed, wiping my tears, and sat up straight to tell him about the night before my flight.

“That night. After the party, he was there.”

"What?" He was taken aback.

“I tried to tell him to go away, but he wouldn't listen. I ended up having sex with him that night. He left the next morning before you two came. He has been calling me for some years, but rarely. I’m so sorry I didn't tell you sooner. ‘Toru, I really am."

There was some silence on the other side.

“Satoru, please. I’m so sorry, I can't explain-" My voice cracked as tears started building up again.

"(Name), I'm not mad. How could I be with my favourite girl? I trust you. I always will. No matter what, okay?” He declares, calming my racing heart down.

I sigh, the pressure dissipating from my body.

“Toru?” I ask.

“Yeah?”

“I love you, you big man child,” I laugh, trying to distract myself from the pain of his death.

Satoru chuckles, understanding my way of distracting myself. “I love you too, sweetcakes.”

I giggle lightly and look towards the window, where a full moon looks at me.

“Hey, tell me about that time travel thing you texted me about.” He questioned.

I get up off the bed and walk over to my window, opening it to let the cold breeze in to cool off my body. I sat down on the long chair in front of it and put the phone on speaker, setting it down on the sill.

“What do you want to know about it?"

“Everything. Tell me everything," Satoru remarks.

“Tu pagal hai.” (You’re crazy) . I laugh, knowing he won't understand what I say. “How are you going to possibly..."

“Hey! Main pagal nahi hoon!” He says, shocking me with his Hindi. (I’m not crazy!)

“...Gojo Satoru… How the hell do you speak Hindi…?” 

“I've been learning since you left; I even have a tutor online.”

“Holy shit…what's your CEFR level?"

“A2!” He bragged. “I’m trying to become fluent so we can gossip. I even learned some curse words hehe~.”

“Gojo Satoru. You never fail to surprise me. Although you do have an accent, I’m honestly really proud. But you still have 3 more Indian languages to learn and 5 more other ones before you can brag about how many you speak. And darling, Hindi ain't even my mother tongue.”

He gasps, “I know, but Guju is so hard, I would have started with your mother tongue but shit, it's deadly! I can’t read or write Hindi that well either. I still can’t believe how you speak nine languages! At least I'm trying you chudail (witch) !”

“CHUDAIL? ABE KAMINE, TERI AUKAD ME REH!” I yell, stunned by his words. (Witch? Hey you bastard, stay within your limits!)

Satoru makes his little devil laugh and continues teasing me. That night was calmer with him.

If he hadn't stayed and talked, I would have been destroyed by the news of my beloved’s death.

But I knew that when I returned home, I would have to come to his resting place. I knew that I would have to say goodbye. But it didn't mean that I would have to do it alone.

(Post PhD. Back Home, at Suguru Geto’s grave)

Satoru and I stood in front of Suguru’s grave, holding each other close. I had made it home and ended up staying at his condo because I dropped the lease on my apartment. We both needed each other, so we thought it was a smart decision to stay close.

I looked at the name on his stone and the epitaph below it. It read, “Astra inclinant, sed non obligant.” Latin for: “The stars incline us; they do not bind us.” I remember when I told him that. It was the first time we went meteor gazing for the Perseids shower. He liked that quote so much that he had it tattooed on his collarbone.

The warmth in my ears increased, and tears fell from my eyes. Satoru took note of this and pulled me closer to him by my waist.

Satoru kissed my temple and murmured into my ear, “I’ll be in the car. Take as much time as you need.”

I nodded stiffly, and he walked away, leaving me alone with Suguru.

All the memories of him and me came flashing before my eyes, and I fell to my knees, clutching my heart that belonged to him. The heart that he claimed.

“Suguru." I whispered to him, the wind carrying his name.

“How could you leave me like this?”

End Notes:

ehehe ehehehe~

i just love the idea of gojo's dumbass speaking hindi, i bet he learned all the curse words and says them to random ppl 💀

okay bye madarchods, love you guys 🤍🩵

[mywifeleftme]

268: Laxmikant-Pyarelal // Dosti

Dosti Laxmikant-Pyarelal 1964, Angel

Composing partners Laxmikant Shantaram Kudalkar and Pyarelal Ramprasad Sharma worked together for 35 years and, per Hindustan Times,composed about 2,900 songs for 750 different films during that span—a level of productivity basically unfathomable outside of the specific context of the insanely prolific Bollywood studio system. 1966’s Dosti soundtrack was their artistic and commercial breakthrough, and as such it occupies a significant place in Indian music history. I’ve never seen the film, though its cover features two crying boys hugging so it may be up my alley. The Wikipedia synopsis makes it sound like a melodrama without parallel (aside from several hundred others made by Bollywood that same year). The movie opens with a boy’s father dying in an industrial catastrophe, his mother fainting and falling down the stairs (to her death), and then the boy getting disabled in an accident of his own. He then makes friends with a homeless blind boy, and the two chums are then rigorously wedgied by life itself for the next three hours until a happy ending imposes itself.

Working with lyricist Majrooh Sultanpuri (a notable leftist poet), Laxmikant-Pyarelal’s songs are strongly credited with Dosti’s enduring success, and while I’m neither an expert in their oeuvre nor Bollywood music as a whole, I can tell you this is beautiful music any fan of adventurous vintage pop should adore. The songs all strike my ear as happy, but with a tear welling in their eyes. It’s more subtle stuff than I associate with contemporary Bollywood: “Gudiya Kab Tak Na Hasogy” twinkles and minces to a gentle dance rhythm, leaving room for soulful flute and harmonium (or accordion?) solos and the melancholy lilt of a mandolin. Both members of the duo had a strong education in Western and Indian classical music, and these sentimental songs find the sweet spot between the traditions, with vigorous tabla rhythms and droning strings meeting melodies that evoke spaghetti western scores (“Janewalo Zara”) or practically quote “Ode to Joy” (“Rahi Manwa”).

It was the convention at the time for a reliable cadre of vocalists to dub over the singing voices of the lead actors, and Laxmikant-Pyarelal established long-standing relationships with their favourites. Dosti features two of their standbys, with Mohammed Rafi handling five of the six songs on the 10” soundtrack I own, and Lata Mangeshkar taking the other. Both absolute legends on the subcontinent, while Rafi and Mangeshkar were each well into adulthood by the time they recorded these songs they give such naively haloed performances that if you can squint (your ears?) just a little it’s easy to imagine they might have originated from the lips of children.

The scope of my expertise in this area is extremely limited, but if it’s not clear, Dosti gets my highest recommendation. If you should come across a ‘60s record with the Laxmikant-Pyarelal imprimatur at your local used shop, give it a shot.

268/365

[snackpointcharlie]

Ain't nothin' like the real thing, baby. Snackpoint Charlie means live human radio from elsewhere and then some, 10pm ET Weds Sept. 18 on WGXC 90.7-fm and streaming at WGXC.org (and as always, downloadable podcast to follow)

Last night’s rapture-riffic show is now up for downloading:

Snackpoint Charlie - Transmission 145 - 2024.09.18 https://wavefarm.org/wf/archive/y83zfe [ ^ click for download ^ ]

PLAYLIST

1) Ragnar Johnson & Jessica Mayer – “Ommura Iyavati” from SPIRIT CRY FLUTES AND BAMBOO JEWS HARPS FROM PAPUA NEW GUINEA : EASTERN HIGHLANDS & MADANG https://ideologicorgan.bandcamp.com/album/spirit-cry-flutes-and-bamboo-jews-harps-from-papua-new-guinea-eastern-highlands-and-madang

2) Jesse Paul Miller - “Diponegro / Rain, Solo” from JALAN JALAN - STREET ATMOSPHERES AND MUSIC IN THE HEART OF JAVA https://jessepaulmiller.bandcamp.com/album/jalan-jalan-street-atmospheres-and-music-in-the-heart-of-java

3) Yoshiko Sai - ” from Yukionna (Snow Woman)” from MANGEKYOU (KALEIDOSCOPE) https://www.wewantsounds.com/?lightbox=dataItem-m15lv3vq

4) Guelewar Band of Banjul - “Yaye Boul Ma Bayi” from SAMA YAYE DEMNA N'DARR https://www.discogs.com/release/1255236-Guelewar-Sama-Yaye-Demna-NDarr

(underbeds throughout:) Illusion of Safety - “Float” from FLOAT https://fullspectrumrecords.bandcamp.com/album/float and Pinchas Gurevich - “Rgon”

5) Black Star Musical Club - “Chozi Lanitoka” from NYOTA - CLASSIC TAARAB RECORDINGS FROM TANGA https://www.discogs.com/master/611069-Black-Star-Musical-Club-Lucky-Star-Musical-Club-Nyota-Classic-Taarab-Recordings-From-Tanga

6) Eduardo Zurita - “La 3a De Los Toquecitos” from SUPER DISCO PIRATA: DE TEPITO PARA EL MUNDO (1965-1980) https://analogafrica.bandcamp.com/album/super-disco-pirata-de-tepito-para-el-mundo-1965-1980-analog-africa-no-39

7) The Smockers - “Zeny Izy” from SAROTRA / ZENY IZY https://www.discogs.com/release/7730324-The-Smockers-Sarotra-Zeny-Izy

8) Mohammed Rafi, Suman Kalyanpur - “Aaj Kal Tere Mere Pyar Ke Charche ("These days we are talking about our love")” from BRAHMACHARI https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FTiViQLcJz8

9) Barry Adamson - “The Swinging Detective” from MOSS SIDE STORY https://barryadamson.bandcamp.com/album/moss-side-story

10) Thollem / Terry Riley / Nels Cline - “The Light Is Real After (excerpt)” from THE LIGHT IS REAL https://thollem.bandcamp.com/album/the-light-is-real

11) 天気予報 「Weather Forecast」- “Ogasawara” from ひまわり画像 「SUNFLOWER IMAGE」 https://asutenki.bandcamp.com

12) Wakuénai (Curripaco) - “Yaraki Rum, Songs, and Sexual Jokes” from MUSIC FOR SHAPE-SHIFTERS: FIELD RECORDINGS FROM THE AMAZONIAN LOWLANDS, 1981-1985 https://sublime-frequencies.bandcamp.com/album/music-for-shape-shifters-field-recordings-from-the-amazonian-lowlands-1981-1985

13) Maalem Houssam Guinia - “Jangari جانگري” from DEAD OF NIGHT https://houssamgania.bandcamp.com/album/dead-of-night

14) Jacques Charpentier - “Lalita for Ondes Martenot and Percussion” from MUSIC FOR ONDES MARTENOT https://www.discogs.com/release/12884444-Olivier-Messiaen-Darius-Milhaud-Jacques-Charpentier-Ondes-Martenot-Jeanne-Loriod-F%C3%AAte-Des-Belles-Ea

15) Hanna Tuulikki - “Live on Canna (by the shoreline)” from AWAY WITH THE BIRDS https://hannatuulikki.bandcamp.com/album/away-with-the-birds http://www.hannatuulikki.org/

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Lyrics Ye Deewane Ki Zid Hai

Lyrics Ye Deewane Ki Zid Hai

Lyrics in Hindi | Ye Deewane Ki Zid Hai | Laila Majnu (1976) | Mohammed Rafi Kaza Zalim SahiYe ZulmWo Bhi Kar Nahi SaktiJahaan Me Kais Zinda HaiTo LailaMar Nahi SaktiYe Daawa Aaj (3)Duniya Bhar SeManwaane Ki Khatir AaYe DaawaAaj Duniya Bhar SeManwaane Ki Khatir AaYe DaawaAaj Duniya Bhar SeManwaane Ki Khatir AaYe Deewane Ki Zid Hai ZidYe Deewane Ki ZidHaan Ye Deewane Ki Zid HaiApne Deewane Ki…

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i’m absolutely procrastinating everything at this point, so why not?

to start off: thank you @ava-du-mortain, @pearlsandsteel, @mepheesto and @agentfreckles for tagging me! i feel perceived in this chili’s tonight. 😌

tagging: @agentnatesewell, @callmeroo, @lyuyu, @vienocalledmebuddy, @morsendeavor, @moociferdoomcifer, @s-ewell, @dreamingambereyes, @queerbrujas, @night-triumphantt, @writinghereandthere

rules: answer 30 questions and tag blogs you are contractually obligated to know better.

name/nickname: well, let’s stick to my nickname - Sanj

gender: female (pronouns: she/her)

star sign: Leo sun, Sagittarius moon and Capricorn ascendant (whatever all that’s supposed to mean)

height: a little over 164 cm? so that’s around 5’5

time: 2.43 a.m. IST (i have updated this thrice now 🙂)

birthday: 26th July

favourite bands: Queen, The Local Train, Euphoria, Green Day. and i very unironically jam tf out of ABBA. i would also say P!ATD (I KNOW) as an honorary mention.

favourite solo artists: omg, so many to name. off the top of my head: Hozier, David Bowie, Childish Gambino, H.E.R., Harry Styles, Nat King Cole, Nina Simone, among - well - some of the non-desi artists. among desi artists, i love just about anything from A. R. Rahman, R. D. Burman, S. D. Burman, Hridaynath Mangeshkar, and Bombay Jayashri, and anything sang by Geeta Dutt, Farida Khanum, Hemant Kumar, Manna Dey, Kishore Kumar, Mohammed Rafi, Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, Rekha Bhardwaj - to name a few. :’3

song stuck in my head: for some odd reason, Little Black Curly Hair??? yeah, that Phoebe Buffay one.

last movie: oh god, it’s been a while. i did watch Home Alone sometime around Christmas, iirc.

last show: i’m currently catching up on This Is Us and crying, so...

when did you create this blog? this is a sideblog, obviously. i must’ve created this one in July last year. i’ve had my main for at least 7 years now.

what do i post? here, it’s mostly about TWC or other IFs that i play. and also choices if i’m up to it, these days. and a shit-ton of miscellaneous stuff.

last thing i googled: height unit conversions, lol.

do i get asks? eh, a fair amount. not very often. (AND I AM GETTING BACK TO YOU GUYS, PROMISE)

why i chose my url: i was just having one of those days where i give exactly 0.254 thought to naming things and i was simping real hard over a certain Nate Sewell, and things seem to just add up somehow???

average hours of sleep: well, i am - in my most uncertain-sounding tone - saying 5 hours. give or take.

lucky number: i think it’s 4? or 8.

instruments: i play the violin; trained a little (around 5 years) for Indian Classical music. i manage to play very little guitar too.

what i’m wearing: a set of very soft, cotton pajamas. a night suit, if you will.

dream job: it’s really quite all over the place, really. i know i want to be a mental health professional (the qualifications for which i have now, finally). maybe a little something in professional baking? but really, i just want to do something that i never truly tire of.

dream trip: oh man, i want to tour around in my own country because there’s so much left to see! and then maybe a tour around all the cultural and historical hotspots in Europe.

last book i read: well, i reread A Slight Trick of the Mind by Mitch Cullin because i was In A Mood.

favourite food: my most favourite thing to eat is buttered popcorn. i can have a shameful amount of it and still have space for more. other than that, i’d take a simple, rice + tomato saru meal anyday.

nationality: Indian

favourite song: I Want to Break Free by Queen

top three fictional universes: idek, my dude. :’3

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40 Years of Qurbani (20/06/1980)

Qurbani is an action film. It was produced and directed by #FerozKhan. The film stars Feroz Khan himself, #VinodKhanna, #ZeenatAman, #AmjadKhan, #ShaktiKapoor, #ArunaIrani, #AmrishPuri and #KadarKhan.

It is an adaptation of the 1972 Italian film The Master Touch.Qurbani was famous for the Bollywood disco song “Aap Jaisa Koi”, sung by Pakistani pop star #NaziaHassan and produced by #Biddu. The movie is known for its music and songs, including the title qawwali Qurbani Qurbani, written by the Urdu poet, Faruk Kaiser and rendered by Anwar, Kishore Kumar, and Aziz Nazan. It has a song performed by Mohammed Rafi, Kya Dekhte Ho, which was written by Indeevar. Qurbani Qurbani received a special award for ‘The Most Amazing Evergreen Song’ by Bollywood music producer, Kalyanji–Anandji.

Feroz Khan met Biddu and Nazia Hassan at a party hosted by a close friend in England. Nazia’s parents insisted Feroz listen to Nazia sing. Feroz did and was highly impressed. But Feroz had his eye on International star Biddu to score a song for Qurbani. Biddu was reluctant to score music for an Indian film. It was with sincere persistence and Feroz telling Biddu to do it for his mom who lived in India. Feroz also played the Bangalore card with Biddu since both Feroz and Biddu both hailed from Bangalore. Many music directors (including the film’s original music directors Kalyanji–Anandji) opposed Feroz Khan hiring Biddu to score a solo song in the film. Many tried to stop this because they viewed Biddu as an outsider. After several discussions, Feroz Khan stuck to his choice.

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Yagnik shares the title for the greatest number of Filmfare Awards with Asha Bhosle (seven) by a female playback singer.[29] She has sung 2,486 Hindi songs in 1,114 films. She is the fifth most prolific Bollywood singer of all time after Asha Bhosle (7886 songs), Mohammed Rafi (7405 songs),[30] Lata Mangeshkar (5596 songs) and Kishore Kumar (2,707 songs).[31] She is the third topmost female playback singer after Lata Mangeshkar and Asha Bhonsle who has sung the maximum number of female solos in her Bollywood career.

[shankarjaikishanfansassnintl]

Tribute to Rajendra Kumar

by

Jitendra Motavar

11 years of close and highly successful association, 14 musical films, 58 evergreen and popular songs, with majority of them being immortal creations, 3 Filmfare Award nominations for best actor and one for the best supporting actor..

Such was the fertile and high-yielding association between Rajendra "Jubilee" Kumar and the maestros Shankar Jaikishan. It's impossible to imagine his career without those magical melodies under SJ baton.

SJ predominantly and successfully used Mohammed Rafi as Mr Kumar's playback to give him the best of his romantic image. Although, they deployed Mukesh and Subir Sen in the first two films of their association, "Aas Ka Panchhi" and "Sasural". Mahendra Kapoor's playback was used in the iconic "Har dil jo pyar karega", probably because of the 'then Lata-Rafi contention' and that too gave a great result.

Today, on his 94th birth anniversary, I chose this excellent SJ-Mukesh solo from 1961's "Aas Ka Panchhi", 'Apni bhi kya zindagi hai nirali', written by Shailendra.

It's a fast paced sad song with an intoxicating composition and some extraordinary orchestration by Shankar Jaikishan. Mukesh starts the song with a prologue that instantly reminds us that of "Ye mera diwanapan hai". The mukhda and antra tunes sound highly alluring on a fast paced vibrant rhythm. To compose sad songs with a fast western rhythm has always been a mastery of SJ, and this song is a reflection of the same. Both the interludes have some fantastic themes on guitar, violins and accordion, which make us hum them, when we listen the song. The song ends with a postlude where accordion plays the main mukhda melody in a fading way..

Enjoy this masterwork by the maestros..!

https://youtu.be/0xl-CPYqOZ0

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Tariq is a Juno nominated songwriter and recording artist with a music career that spans over two decades. Born in rural Quebec to parents from Pakistan and Fiji, Tariq grew up on a healthy diet of Bollywood soundtracks. Then, in high school, he got his hands on a guitar and started writing songs which sounded more like Cat Stevens and Neil Young than Mohammed Rafi. By the end of the nineties, Tariq had released two full-length albums, Splat, and The Basement Songs. The Basement Songs, which came out on EMI Music Canada, earned him national radio play as well as a Juno nomination for “Best New Solo Artist.” @tariqmusiq (at Salt Studio) https://www.instagram.com/p/B87FmYWFLFE/?igshid=bb1jo9dad5ck

[ceppeli]

Dil Hai Hindustani Season 3 – Audition & Online Registration Details 2019

Dil Hai Hindustani Season 3 – Audition & Online Registration Details 2019. After a highly successful 2nd season, the most loved singing reality show of Star Plus, Dil Hai Hindustani will be back for the 3rd season in 2019. The auditions for the show will be held in big cities of India and also some in the world. The show is a search for singers, who like to sing in Hindi irrespective of their region or country. People within the age group of 5 to 70 can take part in the show. Famous celebrities like Karan Johar, Badshah, Shekhar Ravjiani, Shalmali Kholgade, Sunidhi Chauhan, and Pritam are seen as the judges for the show. Haitham Mohammed Rafi from Oman was the winner of the first season while Akshay Dhawan was the winner of the second one. If you think that you can sing Hindi songs well enough to impress the judges and the audience, it does matter where you belong, you are more than welcome to join this amazing show. You can join the show as a solo performer, duet performer, or as a group.

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3 Basic Measures To A Prosperous Popular Music Job

Connecting your Road Articles account to Social media site systems will certainly enable you to get the word out about your released content. This is actually the the home of those South United States trekkers who have actually been actually discovered by the Floyd manual ... sign in below and inform us your tale on how you acquired the resource, a little bit of about yourself, and also your thoughts on Pink Floyd, popular music generally, or deep space at-large! Songs possesses the special potential to enhance us independently from our presuming mind, to a spot uninhibited due to the judgments, questions as well as anxieties that frequently direct the narrative from our thoughts as well as self-limiting beliefs. One of the Maguindanao/ Maranao, kulintang music acts as their methods of entertainment and friendliness, being used in wedding ceremonies, festivities, coronations, to entertain visiting dignitaries and to send off those moving and also going back off trips. Popular music creation is quite like learning a completely brand-new language; initially you will stumble as well as mispronounce factors, but once you can easily talk the foreign language with complete confidence, there is absolutely nothing that you can not state or even perform to become a component of that society. Take into consideration music momentarily, apart from Taylor Swift, virtually all the major musicians as well as tags got along board along with streaming right away from eviction - there's enough songs around that simply die-hard enthusiasts would certainly observe if some act tried to opt-out of the system. Along with his freshly found accordant concepts, Bartók trying out the compiled popular music component as well as used them as the foundation of sizable jobs including the Sonata for Piano, 3 virtuoso piano concertos, 6 string quartets, three violin sonatas, and also Concerto for Orchestra. The songs business is actually stuffed along with music developers that do not really understand effective ways to generate songs; our experts've all heard those tunes that are actually scorching today, but completely featureless just before the years' out. This featured an evergreen duet that Noor Jehan performed together with Mohammed Rafi: Yahan badla wafa ka bewafai ke siva kya hai Dupatta showcased a wonderful track, one that has created on its own as the hallmark of a tantalisingly perfect tune, in Noor Jehan's vibrant however additionally wistful vocal: Chandni raatain sabb jagg soey The song is prominent already for its own straightforward however fascinating song as well as is viewed as a manifestation of the vocalist's immense musical smarts. One observes impacts of authors such as Telemann, Fasch, Molter, and Gaupner, but there are additionally many aspects of the concertos that are actually one-of-a-kind: for instance, the relationships exhibited in the concertos in between the solo as well as tutti segments had actually not been utilized just before (The Oxford Partner to Popular Music). MC Mong's 6th normal Andrewfitroad.Info cd, 'Miss me or even Diss me,' was actually officially discharged on November 3rd at twelve o'clock at night, and the cd's label monitor, 'Did You Miss Me,' debuted # 1 on Mnet, Olleh Popular Music, Wizard, Soribada, Monkey3, and also Naver Songs Charts. Resorting to popular music therapy to assist you along with the overload from truly chronic stress and anxiety that is actually consuming our lives is one of the most good measures that you can easily require to bring some relaxation back right into your life.

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Search engine Google on Sunday dedicated its doodle to the legendary Bollywood singer Mohammed Rafi on his 93rd birth anniversary. The doodle shows Rafi recording in a studio, while actors are lip syncing onscreen. Born on December 24, 1924, Rafi took the Indian music industry by storm with his entry as a playback singer in 1941 and never looked back till his sudden death in 1980 at the age of 55. His songs like “Yeh duniya yeh mehfil”, “Chura liya hai tumne”, “Tum jo mil gaye ho” and “Kya hua tera wada” are still famous amongst today’s young generation.  Rafi left behind a treasure trove of immortal songs — solos as well as duets with popular singers of his era. He sang qawwalis, ghazals, disco and pop in Hindi and various other Indian languages. He died on July 31, 1980 due to heart attack. IANS ; 24th. Dec,17

SEARCH ENGINE GOOGLE DEDICATED ITS DOODLE TO THE LEGENDARY BOLLYWOOD SINGER MOHAMMED RAFI ON HIS 93RD. BIRTH ANNIVERSARY : Search engine Google on Sunday dedicated its doodle to the legendary Bollywood singer Mohammed Rafi on his 93rd birth anniversary.

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Lyrics Bishan Chacha Kuchh Gao

Lyrics Bishan Chacha Kuchh Gao

Lyrics in English | Bishan Chacha Kuchh Gao | Mohammed Rafi | Yaarana (1981) Bishan ChachaKuchh GaoAre Re ReAisa TaraanaJhoom Ke GaoonSang Sang Duniya JhoomeBishan Chacha………… Songs starting from “B” Ye Umar NayeeDagar NayaSafar Hai PyaareDoor Abhi Hai DoorKahin Jaane Kahaan KinaareYe Umar NayeeDagar NayaSafar Hai PyareDoor Abhi Hai DoorKahin Jaane Kahaan KinaareTu Ruk Nahi JaanaDar Nahi…

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39 Years of Qurbani (20/06/1980)

Qurbani is an action film. It was produced and directed by Feroz Khan. The film stars Feroz Khan, Vinod Khanna, Zeenat Aman, Amjad Khan, Shakti Kapoor, Aruna Irani, Amrish Puri and Kadar Khan.

It is an adaptation of the 1972 Italian film The Master Touch.

Qurbani was famous for the Bollywood disco song "Aap Jaisa Koi", sung by Pakistani pop star Nazia Hassan and produced by Biddu.

The movie is known for its music and songs, including the title qawwali Qurbani Qurbani, written by the Urdu poet, Faruk Kaiser and rendered by Anwar, Kishore Kumar, and Aziz Nazan. It has a song performed by Mohammed Rafi, Kya Dekhte Ho, which was written by Indeevar. Qurbani Qurbani received a special award for 'The Most Amazing Evergreen Song' by Bollywood music producer, Kalyanji–Anandji.

Feroz Khan met Biddu and Nazia Hassan at a party hosted by a close friend in England. Nazia's parents insisted Feroz listen to Nazia sing. Feroz did and was highly impressed. But Feroz had his eye on International star Biddu to score a song for Qurbani. Biddu was reluctant to score music for an Indian film. It was with sincere persistence and Feroz telling Biddu to do it for his mom who lived in India. Feroz also played the Bangalore card with Biddu since both Feroz and Biddu both hailed from Bangalore.

Many music directors (including the film's original music directors Kalyanji–Anandji) opposed Feroz Khan hiring Biddu to score a solo song in the film. Many tried to stop this because they viewed Biddu as an outsider. After several discussions, Feroz Khan stuck to his choice.

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The November installment of SNACKPOINT CHARLIE is now archived for your time-shifting convenience -- click the “audio” link to stream or download all archived episodes.

Transmission 008 - 2017.11.01

PLAYLIST

1) Wimeanacas Cambodian Band - "The End of Love” from WIMEANACAS CAMBODIAN BAND https://littleaxerecords.bandcamp.com/album/wimeanacas-cambodian-band

2) Dengue Fever - "Tiger Phone Card” from VENUS ON EARTH https://denguefever.bandcamp.com/album/venus-on-earth

3) Teoy Salap Pamaa - "Angkanang Kunchai” from SOUND OF SIAM VOLUME 2 - MOLAM & LUK THUNG FROM NORTH EAST THAILAND 1970-1982 https://soundwayrecords.bandcamp.com/album/sound-of-siam-volume-2-molam-luk-thung-from-north-east-thailand-1970-1982

4) Banteay Ampil Band - "My Last Words” from CAMBODIAN LIBERATION SONGS https://akuphone.com/catalog/GltK4UZ http://spectrumculture.com/2017/03/02/banteay-ampil-band-cambodian-liberation-songs-cambodian-liberation-songs/

5) Les Filles de Illighadad - “Imigradan” from EGHASS MALAN https://lesfillesdeillighadad.bandcamp.com/ http://sahelsounds.com/tag/les-filles-de-illighadad/

6) Omar Khorshid and His Group - "Sidi Mansour (Tunisian Folklore)" from LIVE IN AUSTRALIA 1981 http://www.sublimefrequencies.com/products/576385-omar-khorshid-and-his-group-live-in-australia-1981 http://amzn.to/2AcB53B

7) Rani Mhayer - “Wary” from GNAWA DANCE https://soundcloud.com/cheb-gero/wary-rani-mhayer

8) Tom & Dito - "Obrigado Corcovado” from OBRIGADO CORCOVADO https://www.discogs.com/Tom-Dito-Obrigado-Corcovado/release/2854475

9) The Science Fiction Corporation - "Death Rays Out Of The Universe from SCIENCE FICTION DANCE PARTY https://finderskeepersrecords.bandcamp.com/album/science-fiction-dance-party

10) Plearn Promdan - "Koy Yung Mai Por (I Still Don't Have Enough)" from LUK THUNG! (THE ROOTS OF THAI FUNK) https://www.discogs.com/Various-Luk-Thung-The-Roots-Of-Thai-Funk/release/2404298

11) Ofo The Black Company - "Allah Wakbarr" from WORLD PSYCHEDELIC CLASSICS, VOL. 3: LOVE'S A REAL THING - THE FUNKY FUZZY SOUNDS OF WEST AFRICA http://amzn.to/2gXs85C

12) Sharhabeel Ahmed - "Argos Farfish” from HABIBI FUNK: AN ECLECTIC MIX OF MUSIC FROM THE ARAB WORLD https://habibifunkrecords.bandcamp.com/album/habibi-funk-007-an-eclectic-selection-of-music-from-the-arab-world

"Sharhabeel Ahmed, born 1935, is one of the living legends in Sudan’s arts scene. He created the Sudanese Jazz, a local genre inspired by jazz and funk icons such as Louis Armstrong, Harry Belafonte and James Brown. Sharha- beel moved from his hometown Elobeid in South Kordofan to Khartoum to study at the College of Fine Arts at Sudan University. Being trained as a graphic designer, he became a prominent cartoon artist and worked as an illustrator for the Ministry of Education. Near his office was the Rumbek school which was relocated from South Sudan to Khar- toum after the civil war broke out. Every morning he passed by the compound encountering some of the students playing guitar outside the gates. Fascinated by the foreign instrument for a while, he approached them. He had bought a guitar from a garage sale of a foreigner who left Khartoum but didn‘t know how to tune it and therefore was unable to transfer his skills on the Oud and other local string instruments to playing the guitar. He offered the students to teach them how to play the mandolin in exchange of learning how to tune and play the acoustic guitar he owned. Trained by the church in different guitar techniques, the students agreed on the exchange and Sharhabeel finally was enabled to play the instrument that interested him for a long time. Influenced by the international jazz bands he saw in the bars and clubs in Jumhuriya street in Downtown Khartoum, he started fusing jazz with local elements of different genres, singing in English and Arabic. He gave his first concert at the opening of the Omdurman National Theater where he performed with his band under the name „Sharhabeel Ahmed and Band“. The band was joined by his wife Zakiyah who was the first woman on stage playing base and guitar. Revolutionising the Sudanese music scene for the coming decades, they toured in Africa and Europe, performing songs in Arabic, English and Kiswahili. Playing in Asmara for Independence Day, at the Beethoven- Halle in Bonn, the Roman Theater in Alexandria and the Institut du Monde Arab in Paris, Sharhabeel Ahmed and Band spread the Sudanese musical genre they created internationally until today. “El Bomba” and Sharhabeel’s forthcoming solo release on Habibi Funk was licensed from the artist himself."

13) Mohammed Rafi - "Jaan Pehechaan Ho” from GUMNAAM https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XnBbjc5hmho

14) Ayo Manuel - "Song of Love” from LOVE CANDIDATE https://www.discogs.com/Ayo-Manuel-Love-Candidate/release/5006478

15) Dur-Dur Band - "Garsore Waa Ilaah” from VOLUME 5 https://dur-durband.bandcamp.com/album/volume-5

16) Rex Khoury - “Mid-Day in Bombay”

17) Verckys et l´Orchestre Vévé - "Cheka Sana” from CONGOLESE FUNK, AFROBEAT & PSYCHEDELIC RUMBA 1969-1978 https://analogafrica.bandcamp.com/album/congolese-funk-afrobeat-psychedelic-rumba-1969-1978

18) Lynn Taitt & The Jets - "I Spy” from GET ON UP! (JOE GIBBS ROCKSTEADY 1967-1968) https://www.discogs.com/Various-Get-On-Up-Joe-Gibbs-Rocksteady-1967-1968/release/3099848

19) Sothy - "ลำเซิ้งบั้งไฟ Lam Seung Bang Fai (Original Version)” from CHANSONS LAOTIENNES https://akuphone.bandcamp.com/track/lam-seung-bang-fai-original-version

20) Meas Samon - "Jol Dondeung Kone Key (Going to Get Engaged)" from CAMBODIAN ROCKS http://blog.wfmu.org/freeform/2007/12/cambodian-rocks.html

21) Menelik Wossenachew - "Belew Bedubaye” from BELEW BEDUBAYE / TEZETA https://www.discogs.com/Menelik-Wossenatchew-Belew-Bedubaye-Tezeta/release/1892844

22) N’Kouri - "The Warras Beat” from PERCUSSIONS http://label.superflyrecords.com/release/n-kouri-percussions-same/118860106/

23)  Muhal Richard Abrams - “Peace On You" from AFRISONG http://amzn.to/2Ack5dV

24) Shams Asma - "Comme promis je t'écris une lettre en Arab” http://www.generationbass.com/2014/10/07/%D8%B4%D9%85%D8%B3-%D8%A3%D8%B3%D9%85%D9%89-shams-asma-experimental-arabia/

25) Mike Majkowski - "Carnival of Decay” (excerpt) from NEIGHBOURING OBJECTS https://www.discogs.com/Mike-Majkowski-Neighbouring-Objects/release/6914251 w/The Investigator (excerpt) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Investigator

26) "In The Marketplace” from THE TRAVELLING ARCHIVE - FOLK MUSIC FROM BENGAL: FIELD RECORDINGS FROM BANGLADESH, INDIA AND THE BENGALI DIASPORA http://amzn.to/2AeazHh

27) Kamilya Jubran & Werner Hasler - "Al-Hubb Assa’b”

28) Mohamed Ould Nana avec L'Orchestre National Mauritanien - "Adji Kar Teri Miri / Koulou Guamil” from AHL NANA https://www.discogs.com/Mohamed-Ould-Nana-Avec-LOrchestre-National-Mauritanien-Ahl-Nana/release/10366976

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Lyrics Tere Kooche Me Tera Deewana

Lyrics Tere Kooche Me Tera Deewana

Lyrics in English | Tere Kooche Me Tera Deewana | Heer Ranjha (1970) | Mohammed Rafi O (2)Ho (2)Tere Kooche Me Tera DeewanaAaj Dil Kho Baitha (2)Tere Kooche Me Tera DeewanaAaj Dil Kho Baitha (3)Kho Baitha (2)Aaj Dil Kho Baitha ………. Tera Deewana Hoon Inkaar NahiKaise Kah Doon Ke Mujhe Pyar NahiTera Deewana Hoon Inkaar NahiKaise Kah Doon Ke Mujhe Pyar NahiKuchh SharaaratTeri Aankhon Ki Bhi…