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Zhala traz referências ao Curdistão em "Holy Bubbles"

“Holy Bubbles”, Zhala

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Zhala Piriyeva, Azerbaijan 🇦🇿

Ech Holon 2016

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The songs of Young Royals - S1E4

Here we go again ♪ Episode 4 my beloved, it is your turn!! Part one and two of this little project can be found here and there ♥

Holes, Zhala and Deep Throat Choir

I free my eyes at the start of time Maybe this is an obsession of a witchy kind And I lose myself inside Erik died, Wilhelm lost the only person he was truly close to, the only person who was there for him. He is losing himself: what do you do when you lose the person that matters the most to you? It's when you realize how incredibly lucky it was that he started at Hillerska when he did, so he could meet Simon. Because otherwise, what would have happened to him? Would he have lost himself forever? It's interesting that the "maybe this is an obsession" lyrics happens at the exact moment when we see Simon sending messages to Wilhelm while he watches the funeral on TV. "obsession" is a strong word but he is already very smitten and sending many messages to Wilhelm to check on him, to tell him he's there. Wilhelm does not answer though, because he is losing himself...

Remember

So you say, all you wanna be is remembered Let me make you go down in history, baby Let me write you into history, darling Let me sing you into eternity This song is beautiful. Indeed it's a good choice of song to commemorate Erik, Simon sounds great and the lyrics work very well in this context.

But there's a double meaning here: yes it is meant as a commemoration of Erik, saying he will not be forgotten, but it's also a message from Simon to Wilhelm. He is the Crown Prince now, and he is in love with another boy: it will make him go down in history. As Kristina said, he's the first one in the history of the royal family to not be straight (or at least the first one being opened about it), which will be a huge thing and an event that is gonna shake the country. But I can't help feeling moved by this song, by the image that Simon will be there with Wilhelm, next to him to endure it all. And let's not forget that Simon is gonna write a song about him during season 2, a song that he wants to sing in front of the entire world. So yeah, "let me sing you into eternity", Simon, you smitten boy...

Revolution, Elias

Let's start a revolution How beautiful it is Running with a crown on your head A resolution written on your hands And the lies they will hurt you No more This song... Do I even need to talk about it? Probably the best song they could choose for this show!! And I'm sure everything has been said about it already but let's give it a go anyway ^^ The whole scene is kinda perfect: the choice of song, the cinematography, what Wilhelm says... And yeah, it's Wilhelm grieving, and realizing that a lot of people around him are not "real", not his friends, not really there for him, for the true Wilhelm and not just the Prince. They don't know him. I think he probably doesn't know himself very well yet either. But it also makes him realize that he does like Simon. That's the only true thing, the only real thing he has left now that Erik is dead. And it's a revolution. Because he finally lets his guard down (granted he's drunk and high, but still!) and admits his feelings out loud, something he hasn't really be able to do 'til now. And he's going against everything he was taught, everything he believed. And that's a revolution. I don't know if he's "running" with the crown on his head, but he's certainly walking and stumbling onto that football field. And I'm not sure the resolution to declare his love to Simon was there already, but he still chose this place, where they had their first "date" to come to. So I do think that, even subconsciously , he was choosing Simon, choosing to come to him. And gosh, i don't know what awaits us in season 3 but yeah, in one way or another, Wilhelm and Simon together are a revolution.

Live and die, Gina Dirawi

Leave my body in a mess All my seeds are ruined This is my homage Back to God Thought if we Were free For a night We'd make it right But they're not free, not even for a night. They should have been. This night should have been theirs, and only theirs. It was their first night together, it was private and beautiful. It was love and lust after so much longing. And they don't know yet, how August is betraying them, betraying this moment. They are not doing anything wrong. They're actually "making it right" because they're finally acknowledging their mutual feelings, being true to each other. It's not in the scene but later on in the song there are the lyrics "life in peace, no need for the lies" and it just works so well for them. Because they might have been honest about their feelings in this scene, but they are still in the midst of so many lies. And it's gonna take so much time for them to finally free themselves from this spiderweb of lies and complications. This scene makes me so happy and so sad at the same time. It should have been just happiness, and love. It should have been freedom...

The songs of Young Royals - part 1 The songs of Young Royals - part 2

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Kajal

Written because I have raghveer brainrot and you can't stop me from indulging in it muahahahahaaaa

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"Raghav, zara idhar aana toh."

Raghav looked up from his phone and raised his eyebrows at Ranveer, who was standing in front of the studio mirror with a furrow in his eyebrows and some sort of pen in his hand— wait no, that wasn't a pen, it was a kajal pencil.

"Kay zhala?" He asked. "I'm watching our video again; I need to fix my posture at that one point where we spin—"

"Arey, woh rehne de," Ranveer said, flapping his hand impatiently, still glaring at the kajal pencil like it had personally offended him. It was hilarious. "Help me with this."

Raghav bit down on the inside of his cheek to stifle his laugh and set his phone down. He sauntered over to the other boy and held out a hand, silently asking him to hand the pencil over. Ranveer obliged.

"My Ma used to apply kajal under my eyes until I turned thirteen," he offered in way of explanation, "and I wanna pick the habit up again. But, I have no idea what to do."

Raghav sniggered, and Ranveer smacked him upside the head, making him squawk indignantly. "Hey! Swatah cha swatah kar if you wanna keep hitting me!"

Ranveer gave him a look. "I don't understand Marathi that well, idiot."

The shorter boy rolled his eyes. "I said, do it yourself. Now shut up and stay still."

He pushed himself up onto his tip-toes, and Ranveer looked at the ceiling. Raghav raised the pencil and— promptly stumbled and dropped back down onto his heels. He huffed and rose up again, raising the other hand to grip Ranveer's shoulder, resolutely ignoring the ripple of muscles under his thin white kurta to move the pencil to Ranveer's eye.

Ranveer shifted. Raghav stumbled again.

He cursed his blasted height under his breath, and Ranveer snickered.

"Aww, am I too tall?" he asked in a faux apologetic voice. "It's okay to be short, you know—" he cut off with a wheeze, doubling over and clutching his stomach where Raghav had elbowed him. "Ouch, keep your elbows to yourself, man!"

"Keep your quips to yourself, man!" Raghav parroted back in a terrible imitation of Ranveer's deep voice, nose scrunched in annoyance, and Ranveer could not help but snort. "Says the tiny one—"

In one swift move, Raghav knocked his foot against the back of Ranveer's knee and pushed him back by the chest. Ranveer yelped as he fell on his ass, but the next second Raghav was following him down to the floor and throwing a leg over his thighs to straddle his lap, effectively pinning him in place. Ranveer sat still, hands on the mirror behind him to stop his back from slamming into it, and stared in shock as Raghav narrowed his eyes and brandished the kajal pencil in a threatening manner.

"Ata shanta bas, nahi toh I will purposely mess up the kajal," he growled, but blinked when Ranveer laughed suddenly. "What?"

"Nothing, just—" Ranveer laughed again, leaning back against the mirror— "the way you said kajal is... it's cute."

Raghav felt his cheeks heat up at being called cute, but he rolled his eyes. "That's how you say it in Marathi. Kajal."

Ranveer tilted his head, then slowly tried saying it. "Kaa-jal."

It was Raghav's turn to start giggling, tipping his head forward to hide his smile behind his fringe. "Oh Gods," he said, still laughing, "that- that's not how you say it."

Ranveer couldn't take his eyes off of the adorable boy in his lap— he froze. Wait.

Fuck.

Raghav was in his lap.

Raghav was straddling his lap.

"How do you say it then?" he asked hurriedly, in an effort to take his mind off the fact that Raghav was in his lap, holy shit—

"Say it after me: ka-ja-la," Raghav said slowly, and Ranveer nodded.

"Ka-ja-da," he stumbled through the pronunciation, and Raghav giggled again oh Gods why is he so cute and why is he sitting in my lap—

"You Hindi speaking people," he said between soft tittering, "can't even pronounce ळ properly. It's honestly endearing."

Ranveer could feel himself melting despite his best efforts. Why, oh why was Raghav so cute? It was unfair; it was unhealthy for his heart, being subjected to this adorable display with Raghav sitting in his lap fucking hell whyyy—

"Ka-ja-la," Raghav repeated slowly, a smile curling up his lips. "Click your tongue to the floor of your mouth, and say la the way you say na in the word for arrow— बाण. काजळ."

Ranveer pulled himself together and tried again. "Kaa-ja-da— dammit."

Raghav snickered, teeth digging into his bottom lip, and Ranveer wanted to sink his own teeth into that soft, pillowy flesh—

"That-" the shorter boy choked out, lifting a hand to cover his mouth as if it could stifle the sound of his giggles. "You know what," he breathed between laughter, "just- just leave it. I'll teach you how to say kajal later. Atta mi tula he lavto, okay?"

Ranveer shrugged, nodded— and hurriedly bit down on his lip to stifle his groan when Raghav shifted forward in his lap, raising the pencil and pressing a hand to his cheek so he could use his thumb below to expose Ranveer's waterline.

Don't react, don't react, fuck, don't react—

He deliberately focused on the soft glide of the pencil on his skin, eyes looking up at the ceiling, instead of the fact that Raghav was sitting right on his hips, his thighs bracketing Ranveer's, his hand warm to the touch where it was laying across his cheek, gaze laser focused on his work—

He pulled away and shifted again, and Ranveer clenched his jaw at the spark of electricity that ran up his spine. His fingers curled where they were pressed into the floor of the studio, nails digging into the wood hard enough to hurt. The waterline of the other eye was pulled down, and Raghav got to work again, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he focused on the job at hand.

Ranveer did not move. He did not breathe.

What seemed like an eternity later, Raghav pulled back with a grin.

"There!" he exclaimed, gaze down as he slid the cap back onto the pencil. "Jhala! Now you can look in the mirro—"

He looked up and stopped mid sentence, eyes widening, and the way his pink lips parted oh-so-gently in surprise had Ranveer suppressing a frustrated groan. Gods fucking dammit Raghav can you not do that when you're literally in my fucking lap—

"I- oh-" Raghav stammered, a deep red flush blooming like fresh roses across his cheekbones, looking as if he had just now realised exactly where he was sitting. "I'm just- I'm just gonna—"

He tried to move away but Ranveer scrambled forward, hands involuntarily curling around his thighs to stop him from moving. "Nai, ruk ja—"

Raghav froze, and Ranveer suddenly comprehended where his hands were. Raghav's thighs were soft and supple, fingers so dangerously high up that he was almost brushing the cleft of his derrière. Ranveer breathed out slowly, raising his head to stare Raghav in the eyes.

"Tell me how I look," he breathed, and watched Raghav swallow thickly, the muscles of his neck shifting enticingly. He could barely recognise his own voice through the haze of sheer want that flooded his senses. He wanted to lean forward and attach his lips to that smooth skin, wanted to suck on the flesh and dig his teeth in till there were black and blue bruises all over, wanted to mark Raghav as his.

"Raghav," he murmured lowly, and revelled in the obvious shiver that ran through the shorter boy's body. "How do I look?"

The kajal pencil slipped out from between Raghav's fingers and clattered onto the wooden floor. Ranveer did not turn towards it; he did not give enough of a fuck about that silly stick, not when he had a lapful of Raghav with his thighs flexing under his hands, staring at him with half-lidded eyes.

"How do I look, Raghav?" he asked again.

Raghav lunged.

Ranveer yelped as his back slammed into the mirror, but the sound was swallowed by Raghav's mouth. He gasped and kissed back, fingers tightening on those thighs, and Raghav slipped his tongue into Ranveer's mouth, running it over the back of his teeth and making him let out a soft, breathy sound.

Ranveer responded immediately, stroking his own tongue against Raghav's and shivering at the answering moan. The way Raghav kissed was heady, with his hands dragging up Ranveer's chest and shoulders to bury themselves into his hair, lips moving sensually and back arching so that Ranveer's hands slipped up and gripped his ass.

Raghav let out a wounded sound when Ranveer squeezed the soft, round flesh, and the kiss became dizzyingly hot— tongues roaming and lips slicking up with saliva, Raghav's hands tugging on long black hair and Ranveer's teeth sinking into a soft pink lip to nip at it.

They only pulled away because they ran out of breath.

Ranveer pressed his forehead to Raghav's and breathed deeply, eyes fluttering shut and heartbeat thundering in his ears.

"Fuck," he hissed, and Raghav huffed in agreement.

"Fuck," he repeated, lifting his head and staring at the boy in his lap with wide eyes. "That- fuck."

Raghav let out a wet giggle and nodded, leaning forward and arching his back so his ass pressed into Ranveer's palms, groaning when his fingers tightened reflexively. The move sent blood rushing south for Ranveer, and he gave Raghav a warning glare, but the boy simply smirked wickedly.

"Now you know how you look," he said slyly, eyes gleaming with smug satisfaction. Ranveer sighed and shook his head, a reluctant smile curling his lips.

"Demon," he said fondly, and then Raghav's lips were back on his.

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mey neow tuhund mashoor teh aaw barbaad karneh khetri mey traewiw paans kun mey traewiw paans kun mey neow tuhund mashoor teh aaw barbaad karneh khetri mey traewiw paans kun mey traewiw paans kun awah mey aaw tsey waraey zinde rozne khetri banavni mager beh gatshe neh zane samjeth zane teh samajh neh awah beh oasus tsey waraey zinde rozne khetri zamut mager beh kareh neh zane tih samjeth zane tih samajh neh mey aaz panun paan dokh wuchne khetri zi keya mey chha wunih tih mehsus beh chus dagas pyeth tawajjah diwaan wehid cheez yus aslee chu setsi chu akis surakhas osh karaan praeni waqif siting kushish keriv yih soruy duur marnech mager mey chu soruy kenh yaad beh kyah chhus banyomut meon saarvey khote modur dost pryath kaanh yus mey zanaan chu akhras manz teh tohi hekiw yih soruy hesil kerith myen gandech sultanat beh ditsi tsey boan beh kareh tsey dokhe beh chhus/chas kaantan hund yih taaj laagaan myaenis laver senzi karsi peeth phutmut khayalatu siyt berith beh hekeh neh marmat kerith tayam keen daghan till ehsaas chu gaeb gatshaan tuy chev beyi kaanh beh chhus/chas wunih tih yeti beh kyah chhus banyomut meon saarvey khote modur dost pryath kaanh yus mey zanaan chu akhras manz teh tohi hekiw yih soruy hesil kerith myen gandech sultanat beh ditsi tsey boan beh banave tse

maine sening kenesshindi alyp, rulyk kauymga keldim meni ozime kaldyrinyz, ozime kaldyrinyz maine sening kenesshindi alyp, rulyk kauymga keldim meni ozime kaldyrinyz, ozime kaldyrinyz o maine saincysis umir suru ushin zhasaldym birak maine eshkashan tusinbamin, eshkashan tusinbamin o maine saincysis umir suru ushin duniege keldim birak maine eshkashan tusinbamin, eshkashan tusinbamin, buguin ozime zaqim keltiredi uzimdy ali day sesinetinimdi koru ushin auirsinudi basa nazar audaramin shindykka zhanasatyn zhalgyz narsay ine tesikti zhasyryp kalady eski tanys sting barin oltiruge thyrisines birak bari esimde maine nay boldym mening tatti dosym maine biletinderdine barlygi ketip barra zhatyr sonynda zhane sizde osyning bari boluy mumkin mening kir imperiam maine sizdy temen generational maine sizge zaqim keltiremin thorndardin osy tazhin kiip zurmin mening zhala zhapkan kreslomnin ustinen singhan oilarga tola maine zhondey almaymyn ouaqit daktarynin astynda sesimder zhogalyp ketedi siz basqa bireusiz maine ali day osyndamyn maine nay boldym mening tatti dosym maine biletinderdine barlygi ketip barra zhatyr sonynda zhane sizde osyning bari boluy mumkin mening kir imperiam maine sizdy temen generational maine sani zhasaymyn

haanv tujo sallo ghevan nasht javank aylon mhaka swataa kaden sod, mhaka swataa kaden sod haanv tujo sallo ghevan nasht javank aylon mhaka swataa kaden sod, mhaka swataa kaden sod are mhaka tuje bagar jiyevank laayalo poon haanv kennaach samjunk na, kennaach samjunk na are haanv tuje bagar jiyevank jalmaak aailaam poon haanv kennaach samjunk na, kennaach samjunk na haanvem aaj swataak dukhayalen ajunuy mhaka janvata kay na ten palovapaak dukkhaancher laksh kendrit karta ekuch gajal khari suyek bhonvadi faatim padta pornya vallkhicho dansh hen sagllem marpacho yatn poon mhaka sagllem yaad aasa haanv kitem jalang mhajo sagalyaant god isht mhaka khabar aashille sagale jaan bhayar sartaat akherek ani tumkam hen sagllem mellum yetaalem mhajen ghanichem samrajya haanv tukaa unen karunk haanv tukaa dukhaytam kaantyaancho ho mukoot haanv ghaltam mhajyaa khoshayechya khurchicher modillyaa vicharani bharillem mhaka durusti karpaak melna kallachya dagang sakyl bhavna lupt jatat tun dusaro konooy haanv ajunuy hangach haanv kitem jalang mhajo sagalyaant god isht mhaka khabar aashille sagale jaan bhayar sartaat akherek ani tumkam hen sagllem mellum yetaalem mhajen ghanichem samrajya haanv tukaa unen karunk haanv tukaa

naneun neoui chunggoreul badadeuryeo pamyeore ireureossda nareul na jasinege matgyeo na na honja naneun neoui chunggoreul badadeuryeo pamyeore ireureossda nareul na jasinege matgyeo na na honja o, naneun dangsin eopsi saldorok mandeureojyeosseoyo hajiman jeoneun jeoldaero ihaehaji moshal geopnida, jeoldae ihaehaji moshal geopnida o, naneun dangsin eopsi salgi wihae taeeonasseoyo hajiman naneun gyeolko ihaehaji moshal geoya, gyeolko ihaehaji moshal geoyananeun oneul na jasineul dachige haesseo geuraedo gibuni joheunji hwaginhagi wihae naneun gotonge jipjunghanda jinjjain dan hannah baneuri gumeongeul ttulhseupnida. oraedoego iksukhan jjireugi modeun geoseul eopsae berrisipsio hajiman naneun modeun geoseul gieokhanda naneun mueosi doeeossneunga naui gajang sarangseureoun chingu naega aneun modeun sarami sarajyeo beorinda gyeolguk geurigo dangsineun modeun geoseul gajil su issseupnida naui heulk jeguk naneun neoreul silmang geosida naneun neoreul apeuge hal geosida naneun eye gashi myeonryugwaneul sseugo issda geojismaljaengiui uisa wie buseojin saenggageuro gadeuk cha issseupnida. surihal su eopsseupnida sewol eolluk arae gamjeongi sarajinda dangsineun dareun saramipnida naneun ajikdo yeogi issda naneun mueosi doeeossneunga naui gajang sarangseureoun chingu naega aneun modeun sarami sarajyeo beorinda gyeolguk geurigo dangsineun modeun geoseul gajil su issseupnida naui heulk jeguk naneun neoreul silmang geosida naneun neoreul mandeul geosida

Min şîreta te girt û hatim xirbeyê Min ji xwe re bihêle, min ji xwe re bihêle Min şîreta te girt û hatim xirbeyê Min ji xwe re bihêle, min ji xwe re bihêle Ax ez hatim çêkirin ku bê te bijîm Lê ez ê tu carî fam nekim , qet fêm nekim Ax ez ji dayik bûme ku bê te bijîm Lê ez ê tu carî fam nekim , qet fêm nekim îro min xwe êşand Ji bo ku bibînim bê ka ez hîn jî hîs dikim Ez li ser êşê disekinim Tekane tişta ku rast e Derziyê qulekê dibarîne Stirana naskirî ya kevin hewl bidin ku hemûyan bikujin Lê her tişt tê bîra min Ez çi bûme Dostê min ê herî şêrîn Her kesê ku ez nas dikim dûr dikeve Di dawiyê de Û te dikaribû her tişt bidest bixista Împaratoriya min a qirêj Ez ê te berdim xwarê Ez ê te biêşînim Ez vê taca stiranan li xwe dikim Li ser kursiya derewkar Bi ramanên şikestî tijî ez nikarim tamîr bikim Di bin stûnên demê de hest wenda dibin Tu kesekî din î Ez hîn jî li vir im Ez çi bûme Dostê min ê herî şêrîn Her kesê ku ez nas dikim dûr dikeve Di dawiyê de Û te dikaribû her tişt bidest bixista Împaratoriya min a qirêj Ez ê te berdim xwarê ez ê te bikim

ڕاوێژی تۆم وەرگرت و هاتم بۆ وێرانکردن جێم بهێڵە بۆ خۆم بەجێم بهێڵە ڕاوێژی تۆم وەرگرت و هاتم بۆ وێرانکردن جێم بهێڵە بۆ خۆم بەجێم بهێڵە ئۆه من دروستکراوم بۆ ئەوەی بەبێ تۆ بژیم بەڵام من هەرگیز تێناگەم، هەرگیز تێناگەم ئۆه من لەدایک بووم بۆ ئەوەی بەبێ تۆ بژیم بەڵام من هەرگیز تێناگەم، هەرگیز تێناگەم ئەمڕۆ خۆم ئازار داوە بۆ ئەوەی بزانم ئایا هێشتا هەست دەکەم من سەرنج دەخەمە سەر ئازار تاکە شت کە ڕاستەقینەیە دەرزییەکە کونێک دەدڕێت پێوەدانی کۆنی ناسراو هەوڵ بدە هەمووی بکوژیت بەڵام هەموو شتێکم لەبیرە بووم بە چی شیرینترین هاوڕێم هەموو ئەوانەی کە دەیناسم دوور دەکەونەوە لە کۆتاییدا وە ئەتوانیت هەمووی بەدەست بهێنیت ئیمپراتۆریەتی پیسی من نائومێدت دەکەم ئازارت ئەدەم ئەم تاجە دڕکاوییە لەسەر دەکەم لەسەر کورسی درۆزنەکەم پڕ لە بیری شکاو ناتوانم چاکی بکەمەوە لە ژێر پەڵەی کات هەستەکان ون دەبن تۆ کەسێکی دیکەی من هێشتا لێرەم بووم بە چی شیرینترین هاوڕێم هەموو ئەوانەی کە دەیناسم دوور دەکەونەوە لە کۆتاییدا وە ئەتوانیت هەمووی بەدەست بهێنیت ئیمپراتۆریەتی پیسی من نائومێدت دەکەم من وات لێدەکەم

나는 너의 충고를 받아들여 파멸에 이르렀다 나를 나 자신에게 맡겨 나 나 혼자 나는 너의 충고를 받아들여 파멸에 이르렀다 나를 나 자신에게 맡겨 나 나 혼자 오, 나는 당신 없이 살도록 만들어졌어요 하지만 저는 절대로 이해하지 못할 겁니다, 절대 이해하지 못할 겁니다 오, 나는 당신 없이 살기 위해 태어났어요 하지만 나는 결코 이해하지 못할 거야, 결코 이해하지 못할 거야나는 오늘 나 자신을 다치게 했어 그래도 기분이 좋은지 확인하기 위해 나는 고통에 집중한다 진짜인 단 하나 바늘이 구멍을 뚫습니다. 오래되고 익숙한 찌르기 모든 것을 없애 버리십시오 하지만 나는 모든 것을 기억한다 나는 무엇이 되었는가 나의 가장 사랑스러운 친구 내가 아는 모든 사람이 사라져 버린다 결국 그리고 당신은 모든 것을 가질 수 있습니다 나의 흙 제국 나는 너를 실망시킬 것이다 나는 너를 아프게 할 것이다 나는 이 가시 면류관을 쓰고 있다 거짓말쟁이의 의자 위에 부서진 생각으로 가득 차 있습니다. 수리할 수 없습니다 세월의 얼룩 아래 감정이 사라진다 당신은 다른 사람입니다 나는 아직도 여기 있다 나는 무엇이 되었는가 나의 가장 사랑스러운 친구 내가 아는 모든 사람이 사라져 버린다 결국 그리고 당신은 모든 것을 가질 수 있습니다 나의 흙 제국 나는 너를 실망시킬 것이다 나는 너를 만들 것이다

हांव तुजो सल्लो घेवन नश्ट जावंक आयलों म्हाका स्वता कडेन सोड, म्हाका स्वता कडेन सोड हांव तुजो सल्लो घेवन नश्ट जावंक आयलों म्हाका स्वता कडेन सोड, म्हाका स्वता कडेन सोड अरे म्हाका तुजे बगर जियेवंक लायलो पूण हांव केन्नाच समजूंक ना, केन्नाच समजूंक ना अरे हांव तुजे बगर जियेवंक जल्माक आयलां पूण हांव केन्नाच समजूंक ना, केन्नाच समजूंक ना हांवें आज स्वताक दुखयलें अजुनूय म्हाका जाणवता काय ना तें पळोवपाक दुख्खांचेर लक्ष केंद्रीत करता एकूच गजाल खरी सुयेक भोंवडी फाटीं पडटा पोरन्या वळखीचो दंश हें सगळें मारपाचो यत्न पूण म्हाका सगळें याद आसा हांव कितें जालां म्हजो सगळ्यांत गोड इश्ट म्हाका खबर आशिल्ले सगळे जाण भायर सरतात अखेरेक आनी तुमकां हें सगळें मेळूं येतालें म्हजें घाणीचें साम्राज्य हांव तुका उणें करूंक हांव तुका दुखयतां कांट्यांचो हो मुकूट हांव घालतां म्हज्या खोशयेच्या खुर्चीचेर मोडिल्ल्या विचारांनी भरिल्लें म्हाका दुरुस्ती करपाक मेळना काळाच्या दागां सकयल भावना लुप्त जातात तूं दुसरो कोणूय हांव अजुनूय हांगाच हांव कितें जालां म्हजो सगळ्यांत गोड इश्ट म्हाका खबर आशिल्ले सगळे जाण भायर सरतात अखेरेक आनी तुमकां हें सगळें मेळूं येतालें म्हजें घाणीचें साम्राज्य हांव तुका उणें करूंक हांव तुका

qeylIS vIlo'chugh, vaj jIlo' HIchaw'wIj vIpongmeH, jIHvaD jIjatlhnIS. qeylIS vIlo'chugh, vaj jIlo' HIchaw'wIj vIpongmeH, jIHvaD jIjatlhnIS. jIQuchpu'bej bIlengbe' 'e' vIyajchu'meH jIyaj Human vIneH Qu'chaj jIyajchu'meH jIyajchu' 'e' vIyajchugh ngagh vIlegh cheptaHvIS vISov vaj wa'netlh Dol vaj Haplaw' ghu'pu'bogh luneH ghaHvaD jatlh chep wa'netlh Dol yItlhapQo' 'ach Qu' vIchop be'nal vIchoHlaw' jupwI' jISov ghotpu' vISov "pImolchu'!" vaj bIyIntaHvIS ghoplIj chenchu'wI' lutu'wI' qaqIp loD jIchoq ngoD vIchovpu'be' ghopDu'ghotwIj DaH leghchu' 'Iwqu' bIH. jIta'laHbe' poH lettaH mIw, motlhchoH Heghpu' jatlhtaHvIS qay'chugh naDev jIH naDev jIH be'nal vIchoHlaw' jupwI' jISov ghotpu' vISov "pImolchu'!" vaj bIyIntaHvIS ghoplIj chenchu'wI' lutu'wI' qaqIp qaghoj

Najyanye inama yawe maze negera ku gihombo Ndeka ngende, ndekere aho Najyanye inama yawe maze negera ku gihombo Ndeka ngende, ndekere aho Nabayeho ntagufite Sinzigera nsobanukirwa, sinzigera nsobanukirwa Navutse ntagufite Sinzigera nsobanukirwa, sinzigera ntekereza ko uyu munsi nakomeretse Reka ndebe niba ngifite Nibanda ku kababaro Gusa ibyo ni ukuri Amarira ni amarira Bye bye old sting Gerageza kuyica byose Ariko byose ndabyibuka Bye Bye I Become Inshuti yanjye magara Buri wese nzi ko agiye Mu mpera z'iki Ushobora kuba ufite byose Bye bye my empire of dirt Reka nkureke umanuke Nzakugirira nabi Nambara ikamba ry'amahwa Ku ntebe yanjye y'ibinyoma Uzuza ibitekerezo bivunanye Sinshobora kugorora Munsi y'ibihe by'ibihe Ibyiyumvo birazimira Uri undi muntu Ndacyari hano Bye Bye I Become Inshuti yanjye magara Buri wese nzi ko agiye Mu mpera z'iki Ushobora kuba ufite byose Bye bye my empire of dirt Reka nkureke umanuke Nzagutera

ខ្ញុំបានយកដំបូន្មានរបស់អ្នកហើយបានមកបំផ្លាញ ទុកឱ្យខ្ញុំខ្លួនឯង ទុកឱ្យខ្ញុំខ្លួនឯង ខ្ញុំបានយកដំបូន្មានរបស់អ្នកហើយបានមកបំផ្លាញ ទុកឱ្យខ្ញុំខ្លួនឯង ទុកឱ្យខ្ញុំខ្លួនឯង អូខ្ញុំត្រូវបានបង្កើតឡើងដើម្បីរស់នៅដោយគ្មានអ្នក ប៉ុន្តែខ្ញុំនឹងមិនយល់, មិនដែលយល់ អូខ្ញុំបានកើតមកដើម្បីរស់នៅដោយគ្មានអ្នក But I'm never gonna understand, មិនដែលយល់ខ្ញុំបានធ្វើឲ្យខ្លួនឯងឈឺចាប់នៅថ្ងៃនេះ ដើម្បីមើលថាតើខ្ញុំនៅតែមានអារម្មណ៍ ខ្ញុំផ្តោតលើការឈឺចាប់ រឿងតែមួយគត់ដែលជាការពិត ម្ជុលហែករន្ធ ការរំខានចាស់ដែលធ្លាប់ស្គាល់ ព្យាយាមសម្លាប់វាទាំងអស់ ប៉ុន្តែខ្ញុំចងចាំអ្វីគ្រប់យ៉ាង តើខ្ញុំបានក្លាយជាអ្វី មិត្តផ្អែមល្ហែមរបស់ខ្ញុំ មនុស្សគ្រប់គ្នាដែលខ្ញុំស្គាល់ទៅឆ្ងាយ នៅទីបញ្ចប់ ហើយអ្នកអាចមានវាទាំងអស់ អាណាចក្រនៃកខ្វក់របស់ខ្ញុំ ខ្ញុំនឹងអនុញ្ញាតឱ្យអ្នកធ្លាក់ចុះ ខ្ញុំនឹងធ្វើឱ្យអ្នកឈឺចាប់ ខ្ញុំពាក់មកុដនៃ thorns នេះ នៅលើកៅអីកុហករបស់ខ្ញុំ ពោរពេញទៅដោយគំនិតដែលខូច ខ្ញុំមិនអាចជួសជុលបានទេ នៅក្រោមស្នាមប្រឡាក់នៃពេលវេលា អារម្មណ៍បាត់ អ្នកគឺជានរណាម្នាក់ផ្សេងទៀត ខ្ញុំនៅតែនៅទីនេះ តើខ្ញុំបានក្លាយជាអ្វី មិត្តផ្អែមល្ហែមរបស់ខ្ញុំ មនុស្សគ្រប់គ្នាដែលខ្ញុំស្គាល់ទៅឆ្ងាយ នៅទីបញ្ចប់ ហើយអ្នកអាចមានវាទាំងអស់ អាណាចក្រនៃកខ្វក់របស់ខ្ញុំ ខ្ញុំនឹងអនុញ្ញាតឱ្យអ្នកធ្លាក់ចុះ ខ្ញុំនឹងធ្វើឱ្យអ្នក

Мен сенің кеңесшіңді алып, рулық қауымға келдім Мені өзіме қалдырыңыз, өзіме қалдырыңыз Мен сенің кеңесшіңді алып, рулық қауымға келдім Мені өзіме қалдырыңыз, өзіме қалдырыңыз О мен сенсіз өмір сүру үшін жасалдым Бірақ мен ешқашан түсінбеймін, ешқашан түсінбеймін О мен сенсіз өмір сүру үшін дүниеге келдім Бірақ мен ешқашан түсінбеймін, ешқашан түсінбеймін, бүгін өзіме зақым келтіреді Өзімді әлі де сезінетінімді көру үшін Ауырсынуды баса на��ар аударамын Шындыққа жанасатын жалғыз нәрсе Ине тесікті жасырып қалады Ескі таныс стинг Бәрін өлтіруге тырысыңыз Бірақ бәрі есімде Мен не болдым Менің тәтті досым Мен білетіндердің барлығы кетіп бара жатыр Соңында Және сізде осының бәрі болуы мүмкін Менің кір империям Мен сізді төмен генерациялаймын Мен сізге зақым келтіремін Торндардың осы тәжін киіп жүрмін Менің жала жапқан кресломның үстінен Сынған ойларға толы Мен жөндей алмаймын Уақыт дақтарының астында Сезімдер жоғалып кетеді Сіз басқа біреусіз Мен әлі де осындамын Мен не болдым Менің тәтті досым Мен білетіндердің барлығы кетіп бара жатыр Соңында Және сізде осының бәрі болуы мүмкін Менің кір империям Мен сізді төмен генерациялаймын Мен сені жасаймын

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[pacxroma]

Honey by Robyn (2018)

Score: 8.5

Robyn's intimate and luscious 8th studio album was proof that she still creates phenomenal dance music when she chooses to. Her first studio album since her groundbreaking Body Talk trilogy from 2010, Honey was proof that Robyn knows what she's doing when it comes to music. Honey built upon her established booming pop sound and cemented her place in the analogues of pop's most sincere and earnest innovators.

The soft, sensual, and luscious production of Honey was a sharp contrast to Body Talk's hard hitting beats, but serves the album well by building on Robyn's typically pounding sound and reforming it to feel intimate and safe. While her past work encouraged the listener to boldly step into the world with conviction, Honey encourages the listener to look inward and reflect. The album serves as Robyn's invitation to a new kind of dancefloor- one which encourages intimacy and contemplation through its soundtrack.

The album starts off with Missing U, where Robyn's fleeting thoughts and observations on absence express sincere longing for a former partner. Though the song is upbeat in its instrumentation, Robyn's hushed vocals and melancholic candor bring a sense of pained anguish and longing- making for a nuanced and intriguing opening track. She holds the listeners attention throughout the next 2 songs, Human Being (featuring Zhala) and Because it's In the Music, which match her contemplative musings on past romances but introduce a more forlorn and expanded production.

The sweeping height of the album comes in the next three songs; Baby Forgive Me, Send to Robin Immediately, and Honey. Beginning with Baby Forgive Me, Robyn establishes a quiet and personal tone with the listener. In a hushed voice, she delivers a frank statement on the challenges of intimacy following a breakup by pleading with her partner to give it "just one more try." Robyn's pleas are seemingly met with speculation (and potentially apathy), causing her to demand emotional vulnerability on her next song, Send to Robin Immediately. Characterized by a spacious and complex production, Send to Robin Immediately is a stark and honest series of requests by Robyn for us all to embrace emotional vulnerability by revealing our feelings of desire. The lofty ideals of the song's lyrics are matched by Robyn's serene vocal delivery, which conveys a sense of urgency through her gracefully delivered proclamations. Following her pleas for vulnerability, Robyn creates a dancefloor breakthrough on Honey, a song which entices the listener to give into the sweetness of the sound and simply enjoy the feeling of the music. Honey is a slight return to the pop tones of Body Talk, but builds upon Robyn's past sound by adding a feeling of peace in place of euphoria. Honey shows a more mature Robyn crafting a dancefloor track which allows her listeners to enjoy her hard-fought realizations about intimacy.

Following Honey, Robyn delivers three more songs which end the album on an upbeat and satisfying note. Between the Lines, Beach2k20, and Ever Again round out Robyn's prior musings on intimacy and vulnerability by noting how relationships can be messy, complex, and confusing but also relaxed, easy, fun, or even silly. The strongest of these last three songs, Ever Again, ends the album on a note of finality, with Robyn boldly declaring "I swear I'm never gonna be brokenhearted ever again." There's no abject mentions of pain, torture, or heartbreak in the wake of a ruined relationship on Ever Again. Instead, Robyn bypasses these typical tropes altogether in favor of simply expressing a resolution to never feel heartbreak again, and leaves it to the listener to construct their own ideas of what that means, creating a more personal and intimate nature to the song.

At its most basic level, Honey is simply a beautiful album by one of pop music's most criminally underrated innovators. On Honey, Robyn once again devotes her musical talents to developing an engaging set of songs which encourage the listener to abandon their inhibitions and devote themselves to emotional development. Honey stands out in Robyn's discography by pushing her sound to new heights. On Honey, Robyn fully encourages the listener to embrace the dancefloor in a new way, pushing the sounds of pop to new places and paving the way for more sincere and intriguing pop music to take center stage.

[molkolsdal]

KABUL, AFGHANISTAN | 2015-01-06 | Zhala (16) plays a cover of Avril Lavigne's song in her room while her younger brother and older sister sing along.

Kiana Hayeri

[omar-rudeberg]

the music of young royals, vols. 1-17

This post highlights is the music of young royals, volumes 1-17, lovingly birthed by @starsabovetheunderground (and shared here with express permission). These are separate close analyses of the young royals soundtrack, encapsulating close character studies, audio aesthetics, lyric interpretations, and how each of the songs are simultaenously informed by and drive forward the narrative within which they occur. Each contains exceptional meta-analysis, delicately nuanced and summarised in a piece of gorgeously evocative prose.

I have listed each post below with a favourite moment lifted from the text (none of the quotes are mine). Share this post if you’re called to, but most importantly, please click through to read and like / reblog / reply to / share the original work!

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the music of young royals

vol. 1 | bad - farveblind, killason

we are being pulled into the underground and the world of young royals with a mission to escape.

vol. 2 | wannabe ghetto - fata boom

battling the beat is the revving engine of erik's sports car.

vol. 3 | it takes a fool to remain sane - omar rudberg

acknowledging just how difficult this must be for wilhelm ... telling him, in fact, going crazy is the only response that makes sense.

vol. 4 | i see you - nadia tehran

to be a public figure like a royal is to be living in a fishbowl (or, using the metaphor from young royals, a frog prince snow globe) and exposed for viewing at all angles.

vol. 5 | blah blah blah - armin van buuren

once again we’re pulled into the underground, but this time the mission is not to escape. this time the mission is to survive...

vol. 6 | hands up high - adele roberts, jacob blair, gabriella chering, charlie tenku

if simon's voice is the powerful melody that comes through clear over the noise then these lyrics are a sign for wilhelm to keep turning up the dial.

vol. 7 | no tomorrow - ty frankel, stephane lo jacomo, myariah summers

but the songs of the second episode belong to felice ... can be read as an expression of the expectations for felice to get wilhelm’s attention and perhaps one day become a princess.

vol. 8 | alpha - yung titties

there is still an opulent confidence that accompanies the power of money. that money begets cultural capital begets more money.

vol. 9 | come to play -  andrey tatarinov, ty frankel, nathan bodiker

wilhelm must decide if he wants to make a break for it with simon or surrender all hopes of escape resigned to his gilded cage.

vol. 10 | äter upp dig - maxida märak

for what is supposed to be a moment of happy family reunions, there is a lot of unspoken tension just below the surface.

vol. 11 | holes - zhala, deep throat choir

...that state of isolation wilhelm is frozen in. the wind blows through his life, but the breeze echoes off the canyon walls freshly carved by the loss of the solid foundation from erik's presence that was once there.

vol. 12 | remember - omar rudberg

this song has a fascinating dual meaning of being both a memorial and a ballad. the remembrance is for erik, but being written into history is for wilhelm.

vol. 13 | revolution - elias, no. 1

there's the beauty of their love returning to the surface, but it still means setting a fire and feeling the heat as it burns.

vol. 13 | revolution - elias, no. 2

young royals uses beauty and love as a way to enter a revolutionary consciousness, where wilhelm and simon's connection becomes a way to push out of the past and into the future.

vol. 14 | live and die - gina dirawi

all that [wilhelm] has left is worship at the altar of the only god he has found: the love he feels for simon. ((not that I’m picking favourites, but if you’re going to read just one? for goodness sakes let it be this one - Lili x))

vol. 15 | sunday - gina dirawi

wilhelm is being cast down not only for refusing to kneel to the crown, but for kneeling in love before simon. ((...and this one - Lili x))

vol. 16 | impatient - duvchi

the meaning is to be impatient, but the way the song echoes the ending of the word as “patient” doubly communicates the opposite. this patience vs. impatience manifests immediately ... it’s wilhelm's impatience against simon's patience.

vol. 17 | samurai swords (acoustic) - highasakite

this song is the lone one that belongs to august. he wants to inflict as much damage on wilhelm as immediately as he can, even if that means burning the bridge. even if it means burning the palace.

[yeebeemaxheehee]

me watching young royals for the 8th time: maybe this is an obsession of a witchy kind

[comicwaren]

From Yondu #002

Art by John McCrea and Mike Spicer

Written by Zac Thompson and Lonnie Nadler

[tristanginger]

I hope y'all remembered to set your clocks forward this weekend!