Sit in the dark and ponder how I’m fit to make the bottom fall through the floor
And they all fall down - yah
It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes…
Guillotine - yah
Compare to Kabhi Kabhi Mere Dil Mein (Sometimes, in my heart), which is written by an actual legendary Urdu poet and lyricist of the mid-20th century, Abdul Hayees from his collection Talkhiyan, sung by Mukesh and Lata Mangeshkar and still loved and listened by people from the Zoomer and Alpha generation in the subcontinent?
Sometimes, the thought comes to my heart
That if life could have passed through the soft shadow of your hair,
It could have been melodious.
The darkness of sorrow and grief that has fallen on the heart
Could have been lost in the light of your eyes.
But this could not happen, and now this is the situation
That you are not, neither your sorrow nor your longing
The English translation does not do any justice, but this alone should suffice to embarrass your garbage take.
Might as well listen to a lathe
well, you’re listening to one anyway. Your prejudiced behavior is oozing out, a map is your biggest enemy, dear, and no, Taco Bell is not that hot - it’s a you problem. Your ignorance is in full display, you know nothing about the culture outside of your borders. Truly pathetic.
well, you’re listening to one anyway. Your prejudiced behavior is oozing out, a map is your biggest enemy is a map, dear, and no, Taco Bell is not that hot - it’s a you problem. Your ignorance is in full display, you know nothing about the culture outside of your borders. Truly pathetic.
I’m just mirroring your energy scooter. If there is prejudgement it’s coming from your end.
Your last post is about loving pre-80s bollywood music. You can keep your farts and opinions to yourself. May as well listen to a lathe turn.
Here is a mirror, for self-reflection. You reduced the songs produced by an industry in a particular era, versus me, criticizing just a single song by Death Grips. You also attacked me for a pre-80s Bollywood appreciation post, and reduced me as someone invested in a single genre. Your juvenile behavior is on full display.
If that’s music, then my farts sound like the mating call of a siren.
Ok boomer.
It’s not 💯 but I liked it.
Your last post is about loving pre-80s bollywood music. You can keep your farts and opinions to yourself. May as well listen to a lathe turn.
Clown detected, opinion rejected.
This the lyrical vomit you are trying to defend?:
Compare to Kabhi Kabhi Mere Dil Mein (Sometimes, in my heart), which is written by an actual legendary Urdu poet and lyricist of the mid-20th century, Abdul Hayees from his collection Talkhiyan, sung by Mukesh and Lata Mangeshkar and still loved and listened by people from the Zoomer and Alpha generation in the subcontinent?
The English translation does not do any justice, but this alone should suffice to embarrass your garbage take.
well, you’re listening to one anyway. Your prejudiced behavior is oozing out, a map is your biggest enemy, dear, and no, Taco Bell is not that hot - it’s a you problem. Your ignorance is in full display, you know nothing about the culture outside of your borders. Truly pathetic.
I’m just mirroring your energy scooter. If there is prejudgement it’s coming from your end.
https://youtu.be/BB6KvXQx090?si=5JeJCmeBupFasoF7
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Here is a mirror, for self-reflection. You reduced the songs produced by an industry in a particular era, versus me, criticizing just a single song by Death Grips. You also attacked me for a pre-80s Bollywood appreciation post, and reduced me as someone invested in a single genre. Your juvenile behavior is on full display.