Hijabi by Mona Hayder

What that hair look like

Bet that hair look nice

Don’t that make you sweat?

Don’t that feel too tight?

Yo what yo hair look like

Bet yo hair look nice

How long your hair is

You need to get yo life

You only see Oriental

You steady working that dental

You poppin' off at the lip

And run ya mouth like a treadmill

Not your exotic vacation

I’m bored with your fascination

I need that PayPal, PayPal, PayPal

If you want education

All around the world

Love women every shading

Be so liberated

All around the world

Love women every shading

Power run deep

So even if you hate it

I still wrap my hijab

Wrap my hijab

Wrap my hijab

Wrap, wrap my hijab

Keep swaggin' my hijabis

Swag-swaggin' my hijabis

Swaggin' my hijabis

Swag-swaggin' my hijabis

Me and my hijabi ladies

We was born in the eighties

So pretty like the Euphrates

And party like some Kuwaitis

Deeper than some diplomas

Current like some hot yoga

Takin' back the misnomers and

Teleportin' through trauma

Teleportin' through trauma

Teleportin' through trauma

I been stackin' my karma

Nefertiti, no drama

Make a feminist planet

Women haters get banished

Covered up or not don’t

ever take us for granted

All around the world

Love women every shading

Be so liberated

All around the world

Love women every shading

Power run deep

So even if you hate it

I still wrap my hijab

Wrap my hijab

Wrap my hijab

Wrap, wrap my hijab

Keep swaggin' my hijabis

Swag-swaggin' my hijabis

Swaggin' my hijabis

Swag-swaggin' my hijabis

You’re just jealous of my sisters

These Mipsters, these hippies

These prissies, these Sufis

These dreddies, these Sunnis

These Shii’s, Yemenis

Somalis, Libnanis, Pakistanis

These Soories, Sudanis

Iraqis, Punjabies

Afghanis, Yazeedis

Khaleejis, Indonesians

Egyptians, Canadians

Algerians, Nigerians

Americans, Libyans

Tunisians, Palestinians

Hidden beyond the Mekong in Laos

Senegalese, and Burkina Faso

I still wrap my hijab

Wrap my hijab

Wrap my hijab

Wrap, wrap my hijab

Keep swaggin' my hijabis

Swag-swaggin' my hijabis

Swaggin' my hijabis

Swag-swaggin' my hijabis

I still wrap my hijab

Wrap my hijab

Wrap my hijab

Wrap, wrap my hijab

Keep swaggin' my hijabis

Swag-swaggin' my hijabis

Swaggin' my hijabis

Swag-swaggin' my hijabis

WOW,,, I CANT REMEMBER HOW IT CAME TO BE ON MY SONG LIST... BUT WOW...

Nothing Matters When We're Dancing by The Magnetic Fields

 Dance with me, my old friend

Once before we go
Let's pretend this song won't end
And we never have to go home
And we'll dance among the chandeliers

And nothing matters when we're dancing
In tat or tatters, you're entrancing
Be we in Paris or in Lansing
Nothing matters when we're dancing

You've never been more beautiful
Your eyes like two full moons
As here in this poor old dance hall
Among the dreadful tunes
The awful songs we don't even hear

And nothing matters when we're dancing
In tat or tatters, you're entrancing
Be we in Paris or in Lansing
Nothing matters when we're dancing

And nothing matters when we're dancing
In tat or tatters you're entrancing
Be we in Paris or in Lansing
Nothing matters when we're dancing

Nothing matters when we're dancing

WELL... DANCE ME TO THE END OF TIME BRO.

Beast of Burden by The Rolling Stones

I'll never be your beast of burden
My back is broad, but it's a-hurting
All I want, for you to make love to me
I'll never be your beast of burden
I've walked for miles, my feet are hurting
All I want is for you to make love to me

Am I hard enough?
Am I rough enough?
Am I rich enough?
I'm not too blind to see

I'll never be your beast of burden
So let's go home and draw the curtains
Music on the radio
Come on, baby, make sweet love to me

Am I hard enough?
Am I rough enough?
Am I rich enough?
I'm not too blind to see

Oh, little sister
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty girls
You're a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty girl
Pretty, pretty, such a pretty, pretty, pretty girl
Come on, baby, please, please, please

I'll tell you, you can put me out on the street
Put me out with no shoes on my feet
But put me out, put me out
Put me out of misery, yeah
All your sickness, I can suck it up
Throw it all at me, I can shrug it off
There's one thing, baby, I don't understand
You keep on telling me I ain't your kind of man

Ain't I rough enough? Ooh, honey
Ain't I tough enough?
Ain't I rich enough? In love enough?
Ooh, please

I'll never be your beast of burden
I'll never be your beast of burden
Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be
I'll never be your beast of burden
I've walked for miles, my feet are hurting
All I want is you to make love to me, yeah
I don't need no beast of burden
I need no fussing, I need no nursing
Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be

Donky

Russians by Sting

 In Europe and America there's a growing feeling of hysteria.

Conditioned to respond to all the threats
In the rhetorical speeches of the Soviets.
MIster Krushchev said, "We will bury you."
I don't subscribe to this point of view.
It'd be such an ignorant thing to do
If the Russians love their children too.
How can I save my little boy from Oppenheimer's deadly toy?
There is no monopoly on common sense
On either side of the political fence.
We share the same biology, regardless of ideology.
Believe me when I say to you,
I hope the Russians love their children too

There is no historical precedent
To put the words in the mouth of the president?
There's no such thing as a winnable war,
It's a lie we don't believe anymore.
Mister Reagan says, "We will protect you."
I don't subscribe to this point of view.
Believe me when I say to you,
I hope the Russians love their children too
We share the same biology, regardless of ideology.
But what might save us, me and you,
Is if the Russians love their children too

HOW IRONIC THAT THIS SONG HAS NO IRONY  FORTY-ONE YEARS AFTER IT CAME OUT... SAME AS IT EVER WAS...

Love Me Tender by Elvis Presley

                                          Love me tender, love me sweet

Never let me go
You have made my life complete
And I love you so

Love me tender, love me true
All my dreams fulfill
For, my darling, I love you
And I always will

Love me tender, love me long
Take me to your heart
For it's there that I belong
And we'll never part

Love me tender, love me true
All my dreams fulfill
For, my darling, I love you
And I always will

Love me tender, love me dear
Tell me you are mine
I'll be yours through all the years
Till the end of time

Love me tender, love me true
All my dreams fulfill
For, my darling, I love you
And I always will

The king bros

Keep Your Head up by Tupac Shakur

 Little somethin' for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corin

Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots
I give a holler to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, if don't nobody else care
And uh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot
When you come around the block, brothas clown a lot
But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive but don't forget, girl, keep your head up
And when he tells you you ain't nuttin' don't believe him
And if he can't learn to love you, you should leave him
'Cause sista you don't need him
And I ain't tryin' to gas ya up, I just call 'em how I see 'em (you don't need him)
You know me makes me unhappy? (What's that?)
When brothas make babies
And leave a young mother to be a pappy (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman (yeah, yeah)
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women? (Why? Why?)
I think it's time to kill for our women (why? Why? Why? Why?)
Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don't we'll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies (oh, yeah, baby)
And since a man can't make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the real men get up
I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up

Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
Keep-keep ya head up, ooh, child, things'll get brighter (ohh)

Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
Keep-keep ya head up, ooh, child, things'll get brighter

Ayo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing to me
He had me feelin' like black was the thing to be
And suddenly the ghetto didn't seem so tough
And though we had it rough, we always had enough
I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules
Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two
And I realize momma really paid the price
She nearly gave her life, to raise me right (oh, yeah)
And all I had to give her was my pipe dream (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to the bright screen
I'm tryin' to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
It's hard to be legit and still pay your rent
And in the end it seems I'm headin' for the pen
I try and find my friends, but they're blowin' in the wind
Last night my buddy lost his whole family
It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity (no, no, no, no)
It seems the rain'll never let up
I try to keep my head up, and still keep from gettin' wet up
You know, it's funny when it rains it pours
They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor
Said it ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is
It ain't no hope for the future
And then they wonder why we crazy
I blame my mother for turning my brother into a crack baby
We ain't meant to survive, 'cause it's a setup
And even though you're fed up
Huh, ya got to keep your head up

Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
Keep-keep ya head up, ooh, child, things'll get brighter (ohh)

Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
Keep-keep ya head up, ooh, child, things'll get brighter

And uh
To all the ladies havin' babies on they own
I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin' all alone
Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want 'em (left you all by yourself)
'Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure
And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more
'Cause ain't nothin' worse than when your son
Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'
You can't complain you was dealt this
Hell of a hand without a man, feelin' helpless
Because there's too many things for you to deal with
Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless
While the tears is rollin' down your cheeks
Ya steady hopin' things don't all down this week
'Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and don't blame me
I was given this world I didn't make it
And now my son's gettin' older and older and cold
From havin' the world on his shoulders
While the rich kids is drivin' Benz
I'm still tryin' to hold on to my survivin' friends
And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but
Please, you got to keep your head up

Powerful... No joke... Particularly considering we know how it ended...

The Wreck of the Edmond Fitzgerald by Gordon Lightfoot

 The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down

Of the big lake, they called Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore, twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early

The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
With a crew and good captain well seasoned
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ship's bell rang
Could it be the north wind they'd been feeling?

The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the captain did too
'Twas the witch of November come stealing
The dawn came late, and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashin'
When afternoon came, it was freezin' rain
In the face of a hurricane west wind

When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'
"Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya"
At seven p.m., a main hatchway caved in, he said
"Fellas, it's been good to know ya"
The captain wired in he had water comin' in
And the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights went outta sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

Does anyone know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd put 15 more miles behind her
They might have split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the rooms of her ice-water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams
The islands and bays are for sportsmen
And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of November remembered

In a musty old hall in Detroit, they prayed
In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral
The church bell chimed 'til it rang twenty-nine times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake, they call Gitche Gumee
Superior, they said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early

TOMORROW IS THE 50TH ANNIVERSARY OF THE WRECK OF THE EDMOND FITZGERALD...