Underneath it all by Gwen Stefani and Dave Stewart

There’s times when I want something more
Someone more like me
There’s times when this dress rehearsal
Seems incomplete

But you see the colors in me
Like no one else
And behind your dark glasses
You’re something else

You’re really lovely
Underneath it all
You want to love me
Underneath it all
I’m really lucky
Underneath it all
You’re really lovely

You know some real bad tricks
And you need some discipline
But lately you’ve been trying real hard
And giving me your best

And you give me the most gorgeous sleep
That I’ve ever had
And when it’s really bad
I guess it’s not that bad

You’re really lovely
Underneath it all
You want to love me
Underneath it all
I’m really lucky
Underneath it all
You’re really lovely

So many moons that we have seen
Stumbling back next to me
I’ve seen right through and underneath

And you make me better
I’ve seen right through and underneath
And you make me better

You’ve used up all your coupons
And all you got left is me
And somehow I’m full of forgiveness
I guess it’s meant to be…

You’re really lovely
Underneath it all
You want to love me
Underneath it all
I’m really lucky
Underneath it all
You’re really lovely

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Someone like you by Adele and Dan Wilson

I heard that you’re settled down
that you found a girl and you’re married now.
I heard that your dreams came true.
Guess she gave you things I didn’t give to you.

Old friend, why are you so shy?
Ain’t like you to hold back or hide from the light.

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
but I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it.
I had hoped you’d see my face and that you’d be reminded
that for me it isn’t over.

Never mind, I’ll find someone like you,
I wish nothing but the best for you too.
Don’t forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
“Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,
sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead.”

You know how the time flies,
only yesterday was the time of our lives.
We were born and raised
in a summer haze
bound by the surprise of our glory days.

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
but I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it.
I’d hoped you’d see my face and that you’d be reminded
that for me it isn’t over.

Never mind, I’ll find someone like you.
I wish nothing but the best for you too,
don’t forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
“Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead.”

Nothing compares
no worries or cares
regrets and mistakes
they are memories made.
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

Never mind, I’ll find someone like you.
I wish nothing but the best for you,
don’t forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
“Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead.”

Never mind, I’ll find someone like you.
I wish nothing but the best for you too.
Don’t forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
“Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,
sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead.”

King of sorrow by Paul Denman, Stuart Matthewman, Helen (Sade) Adu, and Andrew Hale

I’m crying everyone’s tears
And there inside our private war
I died the night before
And all of these remnants of joy and disaster
What am I suppose to do

I want to cook you a soup that warms your soul
But nothing would change, nothing would change at all
It’s just a day that brings it all about
Just another day and nothing’s any good

The DJ’s playing the same song
I have so much to do
I have to carry on
I wonder if this grief will ever let me go
I feel like I am the king of sorrow, yeah
The king of sorrow

I suppose I could just walk away
Will I disappoint my future if I stay
It’s just a day that brings it all about
Just another day and nothing’s any good

The DJ’s playing the same song
I have so much to do
I have to carry on
I wonder will this grief ever be gone
Will it ever go
I’m the king of sorrow, yeah
The king of sorrow

I’m crying everyone’s tears
I have already paid for all my future sins
There’s nothing anyone
Can say to take this away
It’s just another day and nothing’s any good

I’m the king of sorrow, yeah
King of sorrow
I’m the king of sorrow, yeah
King of sorrow

Sunny came home by Shawn Colvin and John Leventhal

Sunny came home to her favorite room
Sunny sat down in the kitchen
She opened a book and a box of tools
Sunny came home with a missionShe says “Days go by, I’m hypnotized
I’m walking on a wire
I close my eyes and fly out of my mind
Into the fire”

Sunny came home with a list of names
She didn’t believe in transcendence
And it’s time for a few small repairs, she said
Sunny came home with a vengeance

She says “Days go by, I don’t know why
I’m walking on a wire
I close my eyes and fly out of my mind
Into the fire”

Get the kids and bring a sweater
Dry is good and wind is better
Count the years, you always knew it
Strike a match, go on and do it

Oh, days go by, I’m hypnotized
I’m walking on a wire
I close my eyes and fly out of my mind
Into the fire

Oh, light the sky and hold on tight
The world is burning down
She’s out there on her own, and she’s all right
Sunny came home

Sunny came home
Came home
Home

Naham Janami by Unknown

There are no celestial beings I know of, there is no God.
Neither heaven nor hell.
Neither a preserver, nor an owner of this universe.
Neither a creator nor a destroyer.
No eternal judge.
There is only the law of causality.
I take responsibilities for my actions and their consequences.
The smallest of creatures have a life-force just like mine.
May I always have such compassion.
May I never cause any harm to anybody.
The truth is multi-faceted, and there are many ways to reach it.
May I find balance in this duality.
I pray, may my karma of ignorance be shed.
May my true self be liberated from the cycle of life and death.
And attain moksha.

Note: This is originally a verse of now extinct Charvaka traditions and the poet is unknown. But it survives in the Gujarati (language) oral traditions. Translated from Gujarati into Prakrit by either Anand Gandhi or Chandrasen. Then translated into English, possibly by Gandhi himself.  Following is the Prakrit version.

नाहं जाणामि कंपि देवं न दईवं, णत्थि इसरो णियन्ता।
णत्थि सग्गभूमि ण णिरयं।
णो जगकत्ता णो विकत्ताय ण य जगईसरो कोवि।
ण रक्खओ ण भक्खओ।
ण य कालाईओ आदित्ठो दन्दनाईओ।
कम्मुणो चेव दण्डं।
हं सयमेव सट्ठा भोत्ता य मे सुहदुह – पियाप्पिअसंजोगाण।
अप्पसरियो जीवो सव्वाण सुहुमतिसुहुमेसु।
नत्थु कोवि कयापि दुहिओ मया।
सया मे इइ संवेअणा।
सच्चस्स मग्गा बहवे, सच्चो य एगरुबो णवरं।
समया मे मणो दुव्विहअवस्थासु।
मम पत्थणा -निज्जरउ अन्नाणकंमं।
शुद्धसासयरुवो हं इइ अत्थु मे सद्दंसणंअन्ते- ण य भवउ चवियं
मे पयं मोक्खमग्गओ ।

Wise up by Aimee Mann

It’s not
What you thought
When you first began it
You got
What you want
Now you can hardly stand it though,
By now you know
It’s not going to stop
It’s not going to stop
It’s not going to stop
‘Til you wise up

You’re sure
There’s a cure
And you have finally found it
You think
One drink
Will shrink you ’til you’re underground
And living down
But it’s not going to stop
It’s not going to stop
It’s not going to stop
‘Til you wise up

Prepare a list of what you need
Before you sign away the deed
‘Cause it’s not going to stop
It’s not going to stop
It’s not going to stop
‘Til you wise up
No, it’s not going to stop
‘Til you wise up
No, it’s not going to stop
So just… give up

Streets of Philadelphia by Bruce Springsteen

I was bruised and battered, I couldn’t tell what I felt
I was unrecognizable to myself,
Saw my reflection in a window, didn’t know my own face
Oh brother, are you gonna leave me
Wastin´away
On the streets of Philadelphia

I walked the avenue till my legs felt like stone
I heard voices of friends vanished and gone
At night I could hear the blood in my veins
Just as black and whisperin’ as the rain
On the streets of Philadelphia

Ain’t no angel gonna greet me
Its just you and I my friend
My clothes don’t fit me no more
Thousand miles just to slip the skin

Night has fallen, I’m lyin’ awake
I can feel myself fadin’ away
So receive me brother with your faithless kiss
Or will we leave each other alone like this
On the streets of Philadelphia

 

Killing me softly with his song by Norman Gimbel and Charles Fox

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life, with his words
Killing me softly with his song

I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him and listen for a while
And there he was this young boy
A stranger to my eyes

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life, with his words
Killing me softly with his song

I felt all flushed with fever
Embarrassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish
But he just kept right on

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life, with his words
Killing me softly with his song

He sang as if he knew me
In all my dark despair
And then he looked right through me as if I wasn’t there
And he just kept on singing
Singing clear and strong

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life, with his words
Killing me softly with his song

The Long Way Home by Mary Chapin Carpenter

You could be this man, he’s got it all worked out
To the nth degree, no fears, no doubts
He’ll retire at thirty to his big-ass house next to the putting green
Now he’s got a picture in his head of the perfect wife,
Their perfect children, their perfect life
Nothing wrong with that, coming home each night to his cul-de-sac of dreams
Funny now how it all went by so fast
One day he’s looking over his shoulder at the past
When everybody had to go, had to be, had to get somewhere
How did he forget about what got him there

Now you could be this woman, she’s the CEO
She’s got her powersuits and her IPO’s
She punched a hole in the ceiling years ago and she hasn’t pulled back since
Now there’s a gardener for the flowers, a cook for the meals,
A maid for the laundry, an accountant for the bills
A walker for the dog and a trainer when she feels the need to lose an inch
Funny now how it all went by so fast
One day she’s looking over her shoulder at the past
When everybody had to go, had to be, had to get somewhere
Somehow she forgot about what got her there

Accidents and inspiration lead you to your destination

Or you could be the one who takes the long way home
Roll down your window, turn off your phone
See your life as a gift from the great unknown
And your task is to receive it
Tell your kid a story, hold your lover tight
Make a joyful noise, swim naked at night
Read a poem a day, call in well sometimes and
Laugh when they believe it

Funny now how it all goes by so fast
One day I’m looking over my shoulder at the past
Now everybody’s got to go, got to be, got to get somewhere
Baby don’t forget about
You really shouldn’t forget about
Baby don’t forget what got you there
I think it’s what got you there
Yeah it’s really what got you there
You know what got you there

Ek ladki ko dekha by Javed Akhtar

Saw a girl then it felt like this
Saw a girl then it felt, as if

a blooming rose, as if
a poet’s dream, as if
a bright ray of light, as if
a deer in the woods, as if
a moonlit night, as if
a softly whispered sentence, as if
a lamp burning in the temple, O!
Saw a girl then it felt like this!

Saw a girl then it felt like this
Saw a girl then it felt, as if
a form of dawn, as if
sunlight in winter, as if
a twang of the veena*, as if
the life in colors, as if
the swaying vines, as if
the play of waves, as if
the cool breeze carries fragrance, O!
Saw a girl then it felt like this

Saw a girl then it felt like this
Saw a girl then it felt, as if
a dancing peacock, as if
a silken thread, as if
a symphony of fairies, as if
a fire built of sandalwood, as if
the sixteen ornaments of beauty, as if
a fountain of nectar, as if
slowly rising intoxication, O!
Saw a girl then it felt like this
Saw a girl then it felt like this!

*a veena is a stringed musical instrument.

Note: I did this English translation.

हो ओ … एक लड़की को देखा तो ऐसा लगा
एक लड़की को देखा तो ऐसा लगा, जैसे
खिलता गुलाब, जैसे
शायर का ख्वाब, जैसे
उजली किरन, जैसे
बन में हिरन, जैसे
चाँदनी रात, जैसे
नरमी बात, जैसे
मन्दिर में हो एक जलता दिया, हो!
ओ… एक लड़की को देखा तो ऐसा लगा!

हो, एक लड़की को देखा तो ऐसा लगा
एक लड़की को देखा तो ऐसा लगा, जैसे
सुबह का रूप, जैसे
सरदी की धूप, जैसे
वीणा की तान, जैसे
रंगों की जान, जैसे
बलखायें बेल, जैसे
लहरों का खेल, जैसे
खुशबू लिये आये ठंडी हवा, हो!
ओ… एक लड़की को देखा तो ऐसा लगा!

हो, एक लड़की को देखा तो ऐसा लगा
एक लड़की को देखा तो ऐसा लगा, जैसे
नाचता मोर, जैसे
रेशम की डोर, जैसे
परियों का राग, जैसे
सन्दल की आग, जैसे
सोलह श्रृंगार, जैसे
रस की फुहार, जैसे
आहिस्ता आहिस्ता बढ़ता नशा, हो!
ओ… एक लड़की को देखा तो ऐसा लगा!
एक लड़की को देखा तो ऐसा लगा!