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On the video: Wind Message from Blazo. Album:Alone Journey

 

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On the video: Lee-Hom Wang – Heartbeat

 



On the picture Lee-Hom Wang

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Lyrics:
Wo mei na mo wu liao
Bu dong de dao qian
Wo mei na mo cong ming
Hao xiang yao hui dao
Wo men de yuan dian

Ni you zai ku qi
Wo gei bu liao an wei
Wo you zai yao tou
You na mo dian hou hui
Ai qing de fa zhan
Yi nan yi hui tou que
Wu fa wang qian zou

** dan shen bu you ji
Chu xian zai xiong kou
Liang ke xin neng sai
Ji ge wen hao
Ai rang wo men
Liu duo shao yan lei

*** ni de yan shen
Chong man mei li
Dai zou wo de xin tiao
Ni de wen rou
Ru ci kao jin
Dai zou wo de xin tiao
Ni zhuan shi guang
Dao yi kai shi
Neng bu neng gei yi miao
Deng zhe na yi tian
Ni ye xiang qi
Na xuan zai ji
Yi zhong de mei hao
(Repeat *, **, ***)

(Repeat ***)


God i loved Sebajun music talent (Nujabes). Rest in peace you have all my respect.
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On the video: Nujabes – Luv (Sic) Part-3

 


Nujabes's album: Modal Soul
On the picture Nujabes’s album: Modal Soul

Look at the Nujabes info on Wikipedia:Nujabes

Lyrics:
“When I think of love, i think…
What the hell I’ve been in love before.
I’m not so bad off…
Maybe it’ll happen again.
But nights are long sometimes…
I sleep alone so long now…
But maybe it wont happen again…
But I’ve to keep thinking it won’t.”

It’s funny how the music put times in perspective
Add a soundtrack to your life and perfect it
Whenever you are feeling blue keep walking and we can get far
Wherever you are

Like a movie that you can’t predict
Like a book that you can’t resist
I sing along a song that’s oh so sensual
bring along a sip to make it all so sexual
verbally that is, making love to the music means vibing to the beat at night
with the whole city fast asleep, out cold
true words seem to rise to the lips, take hold
of a poet in me, most powerfully
I feel free when the world doesn’t owe it to me
It’s so hard to find a gig that lives up to the billing,
trying to find a reason to work, god willing
I admit, my thinking is wishful
like a star upon a child gazing up to the ceiling
how far do we have to stretch the truth
to fit the lifestyles borrowed and overdue
we can take it all back to the register
and start all over from the canister
let’s break it all down into pieces of bright
moments that pass by like a meteorite
throw on your favorite reel that’s good to go
on the analog player watch the people glow
sit back to the breeze let the memories flow
comedy tragedy all the highs and lows

(chorus)

Like your moves that I can’t predict
Like your look that I can’t resist
The ting-a-ling feeling was oh so mutual
the lingering appeal was so unusual
herbally what is, medicine to a lone soul can become poison to some
with the whole body fast asleep, out cold
true vision seem to come to the eye, take hold
of a prophet in me most visibly
I see clear when the world doesn’t show it to me
It’s so hard to make sense in a cycle of billing,
trying to find a reason to quit and make a killing
I admit, our dealing is painful
like a star upon a child staring down from the ceiling
how far do we have to stretch the picture
before pixelating the human texture
we can take it all back to the register
and start all over from the canister
let’s save it all up for an ultimate prize
homecoming gathering with a big surprise
throw on your favorite record that’s good to go
on the analog table and it’s hooked to blow
sit back with ease and hear the emcee flow
hi hat kick drum all the highs and lows

(chorus)

Um, third time’s the charm, hopefully
when I chime on your door you’d still let me in
after all these years
the room that you caved in my heart is exactly the same as you left it
I realize that you have moved on
new styles and cliques like them silent flicks
I’m speechless in this golden occasion
the beautiful expression on the silver creation
this time I’d like to keep in touch
I’m a likkle bit wiser, a whole lot tougher
if I suffer through another nightmare tonight,
we’ll chalk it up as another chapter to write, all right?
or wrong or somewhere down the middle of the road
I wanna see you again in a scene with the backdrop a perfect ten
and the music can take us back to the spot right then
from black and white to a sepia tone
some dreams come with a tint or in monochrome
from black and white to my skin tone
some dreams have a stint on the microphone

(chorus)

okay we can take it all back to the register
and start all over from the canister
let’s break it all down into pieces of bright
moments that pass by like a meteorite
throw on your favorite jacket and you’re good to roll
on the analog trail and you look the role
just stroll through the trees and let your miseries go
sunshine hurricane all the highs and lows

we can take it all back to the register
and start all over from the canister
let’s break it all down into pieces of bright
moments that pass by like a meteorite



On the video: Samurai Champloo AMV: Gang Starr – Battle
Author of the video mix: Miguel P.


Mugen from Samurai Champloo
On the picture: Mugen from Samurai Champloo

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Samurai Champloo

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Gang Starr

Lyrics:
{*scratched: “What? You wanna battle
ME?”*} {*scratched: “Yo man, how much
money you got?”*} {*scratched: “What?
You wanna battle ME?”*} {*scratched: “Yo
man, how much money you got?”*}

[ Guru ]
I used to guzzle 40’s, and own a beat up Caddy
Since the hood still love me, I’ll turn the heat
up daddy I went from mackin fly honies on the
train to straight relaxin on the beach, countin
money gettin brain Soon as you rappers get a
chance you wanna floss a lot You buy a iced out
watch because it cost a lot Then you in the club,
stylin with dough Profilin with hoes that we
boned, a while ago You rookies haven’t done enough
laps around the track You had one hot single, but
then your album sounds wack Son you bore me with
your war stories You ain’t even do that shit, so
that’s just more stories How you expect us to take
you seriously? The look in my eye punk, has got
you scared of me I’m blastin your sons, I’m
snatchin your funds You catch a royal ass-whoopin,
you’ve been askin for one

{*scratched: “I’m bout to slap rappers around
and bruise the game”*} “What..
what?” {*scratch: “We thorough to the
end”*} “Yo man..” “You know
the drill” {*scratched: “I’m bout to
slap rappers around and bruise the game”*}
“What.. what?” {*scratch: “You
wanna battle me?”*} “Yo man..”
“How much money you got?”

[ Guru ]
Bitch you don’t even know, the half about me I
bring it straight to your chest, ask your staff
about me I’m just a little bit older, plus a whole
lot wiser I might advise ya, or I might pulverize
ya I can visit any city, get respect in the street
While you alone in your room, shook to death of
the streets I’ll take a second to speak, I keep my
weapon in reach I ain’t talkin romance but you’ll
get swept off your feet I keeps a ghetto chick,
that loves to blast and she peddle shit Groupies
fake moves, I get her to settle shit You can’t
compare to the status right here Legendary
worldwide, we can battle right here Listen junior,
I’ma tear back your wig This ain’t TV but I’ll
show you what a “Fear Factor” is Stop
grillin me, and all that frontin is killin me You
leave me no choice but to hurt your feelings G

{*scratched: “I’m bout to slap rappers around
and bruise the game”*} “What..
what?” {*scratch: “You wanna battle
me?”*} “Yo man..” “How much
money you got?” “What.. what?”
{*scratch: “We thorough to the end”*}
“Yo man..” “You know the
drill” {*scratched: “I’m bout to slap
rappers around and bruise the game”*}
{*scratched: “I’m bout to slap rappers around
and bruise the game”*} {*scratch: “We
thorough to the end”*} {*scratched: “I’m
bout to slap rappers around”*} “You know
the drill” {*scratch: “We thorough to
the end”*} {*scratched: “I’m bout to
slap rappers around and bruise the game”*}
“You know the drill”

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Song: Mushroom Hunting from The Seatbelts’ New York Musicians

 

Group/Artist: “The Seatbelts’ New York Musicians”

Vocals:“Tulivu-Donna Cumberbatch”

Album / Collection: “Cowboy Bebop Blue”

Year of release:: May 1, 1999

Song: Mushroom Hunting

Track 4

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The Seatbelts’ New York Musicians

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Cowboy Bebop Blue

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Tulivu-Donna Cumberbatch



Picture artist: siriuslyxemo
Picture title: Ed Says Relax

I so “/$%?”*$ love those musicians in this song !!!! :

  • Drums: Jim Mussen, Bobby Previte, Tony Reedus
  • Guitar: Stuw Cutler
  • Piano : Mark Soskin
  • Bass: Booker King
  • Trumpet: Steven Bernstein
  • Trombone: Josh Roseman
  • Soprano Saxophone: Steve Wilson
  • Alto Saxophone: Bob Debellis
  • Tenor Saxophone: Paul Shapiro
  • Baritone Saxophone: Jim Hartog
  • Djembe: Mike Wimberly, Jonh McDowell
  • Harmonica: Bill Lynas

Lyric:

Let’s kick the beat

It’s your turn

The conga drums

Listen to the rhythm tracks

Africa Mexico Sicily Tiajuana
India Osaka Indonesia
Africa Mexico Sicily Tiajuana
India Osaka Indonesia
Africa Mexico Sicily Tiajuana
India Osaka Indonesia
Africa Mexico Sicily Tiajuana
India Osaka
Just bring us back to

Let’s kick the beat

Let’s kick the beat

Let’s kick the beat

Let’s kick the beat

Let’s kick the beat

Let’s kick the beat

Let’s kick the beat

Mushroom hunting
Mushroom hunting
Mushroom hunting

Mushroom hunting
Mushroom hunting
Mushroom hunting

Mushroom hunting