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dollar $cience
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you've got a degree in dollar science
you calculate and you analyse
you've become the go-to-guy
when flow gets slow and wells run dry
interest rates consume your mind
while you've totally lost interest in mine
you plot your graphs and chart your pies
no shared laughs and no shared sighs
it's all about the green
nothing can come between
you and your precious screen
so scared of what i'm seeing
i recall the days when
you had time for your friends
and different things excited you
cos you had a wide-angle view
that was another life
the one you cut out with the knife
the knife you sharpened on the stone
the stone that's destroying this home
you only want to spread your sheet
you don't care life's become counterfeit
(oh yes)
chorus:
onrum onrum irandu * one and one make two
poovil irupathu vandu * the bee that visits the flower
irandum irandum nalu *
two and two make four
inipai irrukum thengai
moonrum *
in the tree is the coconut
moonrum aaru
velai * three and three make six
sheythai shoru *
you eat only when you work
nangam nangam ettu
* four and four make eight
nanra patuval pattu * my darling sings like silk
einthum einthum pathu
*
five and five make ten
anbe namathu sotthu *
love is our treasure
you only want to spread your sheet
you don't care life's become counterfeit
(oh yes)
chorus
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temple dancer
06:33
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i watch the temple dancer
that pretty, pretty dancer
she reminds me of my sister
who's gone so far
she's gone to america
the land of dreams and big cars
i hope she finds the star she's looking for
(kai veeshi...
* wave our hands...)
she wore white blossoms in her hair
left a trail of fragrance everywhere
her scent still lingers in the air
i can almost see her
i can almost hear her
the bells the music as she danced
how she danced
always invoking her deity
always provoking gravity
always challenging her muse
born to dance, she cannot lose
i watch the temple dancer
that pretty, pretty dancer
she reminds me of my sister
who's gone so far
she's gone to america
the land of dreams and big cars
i hope she finds the star
she's looking for
always invoking her deity
always provoking gravity
always challenging her muse
born to dance, she cannot lose
bridge:
kai veeshamma kai veeshi
kovil ku polan kai veeshi
kai veeshamma kai veeshi
kumbitu varalam kai veeshi
kai veeshi...
* let's wave our hands, mother, wave our hands...
let's go to the shop, mother, and wave our hands...
let's buy some sweets, mother, and...
let's eat them slowly, mother, ...
let's go to the temple, mother, ...
let's bow before the deity, mother, wave our hands...*
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mistress of the coiffeur
05:07
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all the people in the family were lawyers or scientists
all she wants to do is cut hair
they say that there’s no way they’re gonna let her do what she wants to do
she doesn’t care
every day to school she'd take her scissors with her
to practice on her friends she’d hum a tune while she worked
sometimes her hand would slip and cut a crooked line
but her friends never seemed to really mind
it makes her father really mad that she wont go to university
to get a prestigious degree
and her mother’s very sad that she cant talk to her neighbours
about her daughter’s double phd
and ever since she was twelve she’s had this notion
curl and clip and fringe and flip and perfumed lotion
“shena scissorhands” inscribed upon the marquee
of her own salon there’d be valet parking
chorus:
vathu vathu vathu * duck, duck, little duck
enge pore vathu * where you going, little duck?
meley keezhey keezhey meley * upstairs and downstairs
doraisami ulle * to my lady's chamber
ange oru kazhavan * there i met an old man
jabam chola matan * who wouldn't say his prayers
edathai kalai thuki * i kicked him with my left leg
vittu erinjan keezhai * and he fell down the stairs
all the people in the family were lawyers or scientists
all she wants to do is cut hair
a cut above the rest is what she has to offer
as the undisputed mistress of the coiffeur
chorus
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4. |
nani season
06:43
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summer is the time the children come home...
summer is the time the children come home
summer is the time she'll watch them roam
all day through the fields the wheat upto their heads
and when the day is done they'll tumble into their beds
home… now they're home
singing and dancing under the stars
luminous venus and mars
summer is the time the little girls flit like butterflies
in long skirts of cobalt and green their braids flying into their eyes
and the boys will demand endless tractor rides we love you nani they'll say
and she feels like asking but never does why don't you stay
home… now they're home
sweet celebration under the skies
big harvest moon starts to rise
bridge:
singing and dancing under the stars
luminous venus and mars
sweet celebration under the skies
big harvest moon starts to rise
(shainthadu... * sway and dance..)
sweet celebration under the skies
big harvest moon starts to rise
summer is the time
the children come home...
shainthadamma shainthadu * my darling, sway and dance
shayakiliye, shainthadu * swaying parrot, sway...
kutti nilave, shainthadu * twilight hours, ...
kuthu villake, shainthadu * brass lamp, ...
madu purave, shainthadu * cow and pidgeon, ...
mayil kuyile, shainthadu * peacock and koel, ...
shainthadamma, shainthadu * my darling, sway…
shainthadamma, shainthadu * my darling, sway and dance
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5. |
bumblebee
06:08
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at home all day
the radio plays
songs from films of years gone by
some sad, some sweet
but he don't dig that beat
he wants a pocket deep and wide
he works in daddy's corner shop
but all he thinks of is hip-hop
chorus:
ka ka kalakala vandu
nee eppidi appam shuduvai
kota nellai kumuki
kumma kumma kuthi
* o, crow,
o, sociable bumblebee,
how do you make your pancakes?
we harvest, winnow and pound the grain *
he's not into
the bhangra tunes
that his neighbours play so loud
it's not the groove that makes him move
he's never been one of the crowd
he works in daddy's corner shop
but all he thinks of is hip-hop
chorus:
ka ka kalakala vandu
nee eppidi appam shuduvai
kota nellai kumuki
kumma kumma kuthi
cheeni shakarai pottu, adilay naiyum vittu
shuttu thadi shuri
na pittu pittu thingarenay
* o, crow,
o, sociable bumblebee,
how do you make your pancakes?
we harvest, winnow and pound the grain
then add sugar and butter
please make me one
i'll break it off piece by piece and eat it *
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6. |
old bad new good
06:02
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chorus:
orupattai irupattai orangani
manjathani yerakeren keezhai
poovan poovan pattanama
poocharinjan pattanama
kaveriamma kasturiamma
kalamadakidi kamakshi
* one strip of cinnamon
two strips of cinnamon
turmeric water i spilled on the floor
the city is full of flowers
my city is full of flowers
come my children
cross your legs and sit on the floor *
my boy's got a brand new house
my boy's got a brand new spouse
my boy's got a brand new grouse… all brand new
my boy's got a brand new car
my boy's got a brand new bar
my boy is the brand new star… all brand new
nothing old will do...
chorus
my girl's got brand new lips
my girl's got brand new hips
my girl's got brand new tits… all brand new
my girl's got a new kitchen floor
my girl's got a brand new show
mine's got a new portfolio… all brand new
nothing old will do...
chorus
my boy has brand new teeth
mine has a brand new jeep
mine's newly top of the heap… all brand new
my girl's got a brand new ring
mine's having a brand new fling
mine's got brand new everything… all brand new
nothing old will do...
chorus
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snowfield
05:41
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chorus:
malay methu eriva mallipu konduva
pattam poley paranduva
pambaram poley shuttriva
* come over the mountains
bring a jasmine flower for me
come flying like a kite
come spinning like a top *
i met a man on a train
he told me his story but not his name
he had a dream when he was young
of a snowfield under a blinding sun
and when he woke a strange certainty
had gripped his heart and he could see
there’d come a day when he’d have to leave
and make his way to that snowfield
(calling)
chorus
he pored over maps and read every book
by travelling men who undertook
journeys to cold and northern lands
where snowfields gleamed like diamond sands
(calling)
chorus
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palootam
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she’s sliding down
into the ground
her world fades to black
she cant hear a sound
she’s slipping fast
into the past
how much longer will
this nightmare last
chorus:
yaararo yaararo yaararivaro
yaar adithu ni azhithai yaar adithu ni azhithai
paati adithalo palootam kaiyale
athai aditalo amuthootam kaiyale
* who is it that hit you?
who is it that hit you
and made you cry?
did she make you cry?
did your grandmother hit you
with the same hand that feeds you milk?
or did your aunt hit you
with the same hand that feeds you pudding? *
she’s so scared
as she fights for air
his hand like a vice
around her throat
and silent screams
rise within
and she feels like she
will soon explode
chorus
terror in her heart
from the very start
yaar adithu ni azhithai
avan adithu ni azhithai
terror in the home
all that she has known
yaar adithu ni azhithai
avan adithu ni azhithai
chorus
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9. |
origami
05:22
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chorus:
kanrin thaye kanrin thaye en per enna * (a fly asks) mother of the calf! mother of the calf! what is my name? *
who am i, never seem to fit
always a bit sticking out somewhere
i’m caught between a tradition so old
and one that unfolds constantly
ancient dreams come to me at night, by morning they disappear
my eyes see images so new, nothing’s clear
i try to place the pieces of the jigsaw
together to make the whole
picture reveal itself to me
so i can see into my soul
chorus
where do i belong, which one’s the home
i can call my own will i ever know
so torn between the old and the new
how do i choose which way to go
ancient dreams come to me at night, by morning they disappear
my eyes see images so new, nothing’s clear
i look into my heart and ask the question
and hope that i will find
the answer to ease the confusion
i live with all the time
chorus
bridge:
thaye maikare ayan * the fly asks the man who takes the cows to graze
ayan kaiyil kole * the fly asks the stick that he carries in his hand
kol irikira marame * the fly asks the tree that the stick comes from
marathil irrikira kokke * the fly asks the rooster that sits on the tree
en per enna? * what is my name?
who am i, never seem to fit
always a bit sticking out somewhere
i look into my heart and ask the question
and hope that i will find
the answer to ease the confusion
i live with all the time
chorus
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PINKNOISE Kolkata, India
PINKNOISE, formed in 2006, is the mischievous late night alter-ego to indie pioneers Skinny
Alley.
Their debut studio full length, The Dance Of The Diaspora, was released in 2014 after a tumultuous two years during which time the band lost its bassist Gyan Singh to illness.
He is survived by Jayashree Singh (voice, stories), Amyt Datta (guitar, synthesizers) and Jivraj Singh (drums, design).
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