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Freshlyground – Human Angels

Szavanna — Mon, 14 Nov 2011 01:13:56 +0000

We believe you could do anything… if you didn’t try at all
We believe the sun spins in your palm everyday and you don’t notice it at all…
But try a little harmony: see if you can suspend your disbelief
Forget about your destiny
Get off your feet and live!
Get off your feet and…
I believe in human angels- I believe they walk around barefoot and wear funny hats
I believe in human fairies- I believe they think they’re children and they’re fond of cats… Of cats!
I believe in human angels- I believe they don’t cared for watches or pink underwear
Everyday they walk right through you
Trying to catch a glimpse of the sunshine they once buried in you
Jojo was a human angel she used to work at the corner shop around the corner from me she believed in human fairies ‘cos she saw one on that trip when she was just 17: ‘venteen!
Everyone’s a human angel… although we don’t all go for the bare feet and the funny hats (we were made from golden sunshine)

video link : http://youtu.be/3SGjIyneYKo

Hariprasad Chaurasia, Zakir Hussain & John McLaughlin – Lotus Feet

Szavanna — Sun, 13 Nov 2011 14:35:47 +0000

Pandit Hariprasad Chaurasia

video link : http://youtu.be/TOR0VxDo6sk

Baaba Maal – Baayo ( The Orphan )

Szavanna — Sat, 16 Apr 2011 19:54:22 +0000

If God could turn me into a pigeon
A golden pigeon or a turtle dove
I could fly to my homeland
At Douwayra
Back home where my folks are
If God could give me everything I wish for
Long life, happiness and prosperity
Then I would live always beside
Those who are dear to me
My parents and my friends
While I was in France
Learning more about art and life
One terrible phone call
Summoned me home
Where I found
My mother was already dead and buried
Orphan, Orphan, Orphan
Mama, Mama, Mama, my darling mother
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Papa, Papa, Papa, my dear father
Oh Mother most kind
Oh Father full of pity
What sadness when they go
How sacred is the family
Mama, Mama, Mama Aissata
Samba Boubou Yacine Wade
Mother of Fatou, mother of Mama
Mother of Laye Malle and of Chillo
Of Ndeye Khar and of Ndeye Gaye
Of Hameth Malle and Baaba Baidy Baaba Debbo
Ah Mama Aissata Khar Sano Saar and Nar Sarr
Ah Aissata Samba Boubou Yacine
Ah Mama!

video link : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rqc0_F_ofoM

Michael Franti & Spearhead – Say Hey I Love You

Szavanna — Fri, 11 Mar 2011 09:11:35 +0000

This one goes out to you and yours worldwide
I say
Hey I be gone today
But I be back around the way
Seems like everywhere I go
The more I see
the less I know
But I know one thing:
That I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I’ve been a lot of places all around the way
I’ve seen a lot joy and I’ve seen a lot of pain
but I don’t want to write a love song for the world,
I just want to write a song about a boy and a girl
Junkies on the corner always calling my name
And the kids on the corner playing ghetto games
When I saw you getting down well I hoped it was you
And when I looked into your eyes I knew it was true
I say Hey I be gone today
But I be back around the way
Seems like everywhere I go
The more I see
the less I know
But I know one thing:
That I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
Now I’m not a highly metaphysical man
But I know when the stars are aligned
you can bump into person in the middle of the road
look into their eyes and you suddenly know
Rocking in the dance hall moving with you
Dancing in the night in the middle of June
My momma told me don’t lose you
‘cause the best look I had was you
I said Hey I be gone today
But I be back around the way
Seems like everywhere I go
The more I see the less I know
But I know one thing:
That I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you

And I said rocking in the dance hall moving with you
I said Hey momma hey momma close to you
Rocking in the dance hall moving with you
I said hey papa hey papa kick off your shoes
Rocking in the dance hall moving with you
I said Hey Momma close to you
Rocking in the dance hall moving with you
I said hey momma hey momma hey momma hey momma
Hey momma hey momma hey momma hey momma

My momma told me don’t lose you
Cause the best look I had was you
And I know one thing that I love you
I said I be gone today but I’ll be back around the way
It seems like everywhere I go
The more I see the less I know
But I know one thing for sure
I love you
I love you
I love you

video link : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A0fYKguHFcQ

Fatoumata Diawara – Mama

Szavanna — Thu, 20 Jan 2011 08:49:47 +0000

video link : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5meKSjgVWxg

Ali Farka Touré & Toumani Diabaté – ‘In the heart of the moon’ short film

Szavanna — Thu, 20 Jan 2011 08:42:28 +0000

video link : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NpWUcI7bGmY

Remember Shakti: Giriras Sudha

Szavanna — Wed, 12 Jan 2011 07:53:31 +0000

video link : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KGXcoDlhmoY

Youssou N´dour-C´est L´amour

Szavanna — Wed, 12 Jan 2011 07:48:34 +0000

video link : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S-EgH4swFCI&NR=1

The Cherry Faced Lurchers – Toasted ( James Phillips )

Szavanna — Tue, 11 Jan 2011 10:04:49 +0000

Come with me to our local cafe ( grocery store ) just around the corner :

video link : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nxbH02PbuD0

About James Phillips from the Wikipedia :

Phillips grew up in the conservative East Rand mining town of Springs, the son of a Presbyterian minister. He finished high school at Witbank High in 1976. Phillips discovered Rock n Roll and perhaps significantly the protest music of Bob Dylan; the course of his life changed dramatically, in the late 1970s he formed his first band, Corporal Punishment with friends Carl Raubenheimer and Mark Bennet. Corporal Punishment was defiantly South African from the start. Instead of doing the usual thing, playing rock covers in the local bar, they chose to sing about their own universe and all its strange and brutal ironies. Using the lyrical brashness of the punk rock movement, without adopting the fashion, their songs were often menacingly sarcastic political statements. Lyrically they often touched on South African topics, notably the milieu in which young, white, South African men found themselves at that time. This milieu was dominated by conscription, Calvinism, suppression of political debate and intolerance of non-conformism.

Muzsikás: Repülj madár, repülj (Fly Bird, fly)

Szavanna — Tue, 11 Jan 2011 03:27:33 +0000

repülj madár repülj
menaságra repülj
édes galambomnak
gyenge vállára ülj!

vidd el madár vidd el
levelemet vidd el
apámnak s anyámnak
jegybéli mátkámnak

ha kérdik hogy vagyok
mondjad hogy rab vagyok:
szerelem tömlöcben
térdig vasban vagyok

rab vagy rózsám rab vagy
én meg beteg vagyok
mikor eljössz hozzám
akkor meggyógyulok

repülj madár repülj
menaságra repülj
édes galambomnak
gyenge vállára ülj!

s ha kérdik hogy vagyok
mondjad hogy rab vagyok:
szerelemtömlöcben
térdig vasban vagyok

Fly bird, fly,
fly to Menaság (hungarian region)
Sit on the shoulder
of my sweetheart.

Take my letter, bird, and carry it
to my father and my mother
and to my promised spouse.

If they ask you how I am
tell them I am a prisoner
in the prison of love
I’m knee deep in iron.

Tell her, It was me who sent you
Then say that I am a prisoner,
In a foreign prison
I’m knee-deep in iron.

Fly bird, fly,
fly to Menaság (hungarian region)
Sit on the shoulder
of my sweetheart.

“You’re a prisoner my rose
While I am ill
When you come to me
I’ll be healed.”

video link : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=apE1n63ZhMQ