It is the first time I have thought about such a long appellation for the band I ever have been willing to found. It was supposed to be composed of three members so as to respect the grunge norm. I was supposed to play guitar and ensure vocals and that is what might be on just yet - any equal or better voice is welcome -. The Bass and the drums are undeniable for sure. It is Rock.

Now I found out Lead & Rhythm Guitar cannot have all charm without a Solo Guitar collaboration. One can feel Rock Music is dry when there is no Solos attached. Solo is another expression of either Blues or happy emotion. As we do know, Blues and Pentatonic Solos are to remain sacred.

That is what Grunge Rock might usually lack. Nirvana lacked this too but they knew how to compensate it otherwise, with the help of Pat Smear, the latter was not good at playing solos so he played rhythm too except some simple one-string vibrations. Pearl Jam knew how to perform it but they complicated the music and kept it for themselves; as known it is hard to play their songs. Silverchair do not know what a solo is; Bush might do but they are trying to keep classical until they change for good someday. These four bands made the grunge and the alternative music. They are the school and we are the disciples. Kurt and Eddie remain the king and the sultan. Gavin and Daniel are the princes. We are to be the guardians of the castle.

Hence, the necessity to recommend a third guitarist came along. The purpose is to seek that latter who can prettify the music we could play and not make it more noisy.

In outer, backing vocals are to be very important actually. In preference, a feminine voice could beautify the vocals act, that gives the vocals a hermaphrodite and hybrid aspect. The norm remains this: When the main vocals are E, backing vocals are A.

For drums, they might be as classical as possible: Metal Rock gave drums a new wave conception and polluted them with complications. The fit drums are The Beatles', The Hives', Nirvana', Bush', Silverchair', Jimmy Hendrix'; yea, Jimmy knew this before! He was an excellent guitarist caught by spiritual blues; so why didn't he look for a well-developed drummer? It is only for he knew simplicity makes things better. Jimmy's Drummer played on a seven-piece drums kit, The Beatles as such.

Anyway, it is all clear.

Rock, as original as it is, must be the perfect coordination between drums, guitars, bass and vocals.

One more important thing, the Cello; Metal Music polluted Rock with their so-called Keyboard, but Still Gavin of Bush knew that Cello can bring a romantic and warm background, and the example is the song Glycerin whereunto there are no drums. As just, 'Dumb' of Nirvana and 'Emotion Sickness' of Silverchair.

So now, let us say the band extension is fixed to five with a base of three. Not more than five musicians might play together for one song, it is musical redundancy.

For the band appellation, let us say it is lucid.

Making something hallowed is God's ability, but here the context of Hallowed is extended. It means that the Band as one whole entity is to some extent sacred, safe, clean and privileged; Haneen is the first band called to introduce Moroccan Alternative music in Morocco, if not first so amongst the first.

The word Anemic stipulates lack and paucity; here the case is the modest financial and social situation the band might be living today.

The adjective Needy describes the fact of being poor and indigent.

Enigma is the person whose riddles are not yet deciphered.

Otherwise, this appellation describes at a perfect level what I am right now.

The band was to be called THE STRANGELS at first, but it has been discovered that there is another Band somewhere in US called Strangels, we don't know which one got that appellation first but all I know is that I conceived it exactly the same day of my High School Diploma Graduation. So it is four years ago.

Then, to avoid conflict, let us name the band HANEEN and affect the title Strangels to our first album.

Idem, the first album was supposed to be called PANDEMONIUM, but now that we see it is Strangels, it will be the title of the second album Inchallah. The third, Morockers.

Strangels is a composed mixed appellation: Strange Angels.

Pandemonium is the capital of Hell and it also means extreme noise.

Morockers is a mixed appellation too, so it is: Moroccan Rockers.

Grunge was brought obviously by Kurt Donald Cobain in the 80's! It has been through Punk Rock and Alternative Rock.

What is genius in Grunge music is that Blues is recognized to be the origin and the fall. Just have an ear at Undecided of Silverchair and Down In The Dark of Nirvana; you will find out blues is the plate-form of the whole sound.

Have an ear at Riot Act and you would discover Eddie Weider seems to be Lee Hooker while singing.

The last thing occidental Grunge music has been lacking is Oriental aspect. Kurt knew this and recognized it is something so beautiful to play oriental grunge, so he played Love Buzz and Big Cheese. If Pearl Jam lacked it so they did not forget that Andalusia was the end of Oriental trend.

So the synthesis is to homogenize Grunge, Blues, Oriental and Rock together through one whole style. Hard but possible.

The last remark has been dwelling in my mind for so long; so it is the term Acoustic.

So many rockers and grungers forget to add acoustic music to their sounds. There were no electric in the fourteenth century.

Original sounds would be made with acoustic guitars! Have you heard the song Opinion of Kurt, the song Daughter of Pearl Jam, the song Here She Comes Now of Nirvana? Have you heard all the good Unpluggeds? Well, at least Oasis could understand that, and we could see their basic music is acoustic. Just ask Daniel about Suicidal Dream and Ana's Song. I know Eddie and Kurt are the best ones to use acoustic Guitar. I do not know much about Daniel and Gavin. When using acoustic guitar, one shows there is real capacity of creating and practicing art. Yet, there are many styles that are worth being recognized.

As deduced in here all around Casablanca city, most youths are trying to get at the top by showing-off, they want to transmit a message but they fail for they cannot step the whole way properly! This moroccan youth obsessed with music is trying to delve into complex and vain sounds! Is Metal Music fit for us? Does it reflect the moroccan society? Is Brutal music a sign of maturity or wisdom? Is our history painted in Trash or Death Metal music? Is the oriental charm attached? No!

Let us say it is only aping and imitation. What lovely is our music if it is not rational?

My own consideration for music comes over through to Rock in its sources and original developments. I might say Fusion music is great and sounds so good in ears. Hip Hop and Rap are examples of inferiority and reflect teeny mentality.

I have heard about a band in Casablanca called Cyncop; I saw them at TV and they were the ones to interpret Creed! And that means there exists a minority of Grungers in here, they only are hiding and waiting for a shot, for a helping hand to emerge as a forgotten bright leak! I called those grungers Angels, and I said that Angels are at Pandemonium. It describes perfectly our situation around.

Moroccans have a huge ability to create! There is a need of meditation; that is the clue; otherwise, there is no community!

There is no Rock Community in Morocco. They are French people whom organized many celebrations of Music in here but there was corruption, manipulation and non-care. I do know personally many talents whom can bring on creative and brilliant bands but they also have this feel of being given way. None looks for them.

The majority of moroccan youth trends towards R & B music, Hip Hop, Rap and Latino; and a huge part of this latter might be fascinated by Rock music if they would have the opportunity to know what it is. Let them see and hear, and probably they might be addicts of it too! They might create too.

Let us build the Grunge Community

Rock music is to be communication, so how would it be so if we cannot hear lyrics clearly, sung with some emotion and a way to express the feel and the purpose..

Verse I :

I am so wet, so is my plain.

I am so hurt, I feel the pain.

Is it me or my proper bass?

Give me please a horny plus.

Though I cry, I feel the joy.

Catch that fly, it ain't annoyed.

Chorus:

Well it leases and it sighs.

Well it rains, it's no dry.

Oh, I feel, all the night.

Something damp, well's it bright?

Verse II:

I am feeling hot, sun's gone.

I am feeling cold, fire upon.

With my ears, I criticize.

With my eyes, I analyze.

I hate the word of valentine.

Got no beer, tea's my wine.

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You have gotten an original vagina

You feel wet all the day

You love the sounds of nirvana

You mind is being all spayed

CHORUS:

You are a Grunger for me

Kung-fu fighting enemy

I have your welfare at heart

Your aforthought ain't hard

.

Spelling out our Ana

Your gift ain't getting the same

Never smoked marijuana

Surely, you took that aim

BRIDGE:

A Strangel near me

I am praying at thee.

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She came to talk to me,

she came to kiss me

She came to prove love

and be the one I beloved

She dared make me spring,

to make my broke heart ring

She could not give me sign;

she'd not drawn my mind

She sat up on my knees,

and raised ecstasies

She raked all my parts;

she knew all those sexy arts

She bored my sloppy lips,

and danced up viper creeps

She snatched my woven

and went deep till no ends

Her stare was serious,

her freak was virtuous

I played with her that game

that was my own frame

I rode her for so long,

she was really so strong

I brought her to terms,

she retook like savage ferns

I assailed her back again,

I felt up more insane

I forgot all the sore pain

I turned off too sane

CHORUS:

A riff-raff fear sounds on my ear

Petty phrases I wanna erase

Fold and claw, first love blow

Meeting my line, got thy sign

(Rolling in my way)

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Warm-blooded hands whoring petty mindedness

Girlies wrapped out and on to meet an alike mess

Harum-scarum blathering idiom boyishness

Hidden ugly women do lament their ugliness

Whores and lone gays trading their intimacy

Some other pong maniacs do dun with their piracy

Guilty for stealing e-penny and privacy

That thrusting creation aspirates minds of infancy

CHORUS:

No creed no obsequiousness. No keen acquaintanceship

They breed fatality. They lead to magma dip

Crackers tell grabbers ain't got no lie one might swallow

Snail post mail was made away to feel hollow

Felons get along in going for a real fellow

Pawns' glad spawn turns anemic and bright yellowed

Though one coughs, one bleeds, one sneezes

Just because senses go without a soul release

Think out and up how abstruse is that Javanese

Yet never lost hope to find out my Japanese yeah.

CHORUS.... BRIDGE: .....Javanese dimension.

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Strangels was my band

show me yours

Grunge is my music

tell me yours

Marijuana ain't a food

feed me yours

Compassion is my feeling

prove me yours

Purana is my school

how' bout yours

Tea is my wine

Pour off yours

CHORUS:

Against the wall,

Ya crush your soul

You are a whore

You lost your all

(for real).

You've damaged your whole

you lost your all

(for real).

Guitar is my girl

Won't fall for yours

Twenty is my age

Old is yours

Father ain't dad

Pray for yours

Mom is my chum

Trust in yours

Crowd is my friends

Won't talk to yours

Anywhere is my house

close up in yours.

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Hum...Straight honor of all cries

I don't mind if it is

I'll hate sorrow awhile

Dare if you're too light

Dolt, hungry and liar

Oh my, neighbor!

I hear my whistling

Oh my knees!

Chorus:

Prouder of my bloody back,

right off a lucky luck

turn in bloom, go to rack,

blushed honor off my track.

Straight honor walking around

Idol! Hear if it's bloody me

White and cold but I cannot feel

Like goring my wisdom skill

Oh my neighbor

I hear my whistling

I won't kneel, kneel, kneel, kneel, kneel...

She has the perfect guy!

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7. NIGH UNTO DEATH

The sky is blue

So are your eyes

You've got the clue

To my kit rise

You seem to grow

Day by day

I feel a blow

When I hear you say

Chorus:

Help me yowl

Help me cry

Save my soul

Please just try

I am a mulatto

Out of breath

I am a blotto

Nigh unto death.

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Please sacrifice your discipline

See me waiting in your line?

Diving in veins of pines

Stopped looking for the angel of mine

-

Wide-open stare unto

A crooked cunning dare

It got me fall for thou

For the way thou merely do.

-

Sat and stood gazing at stars

My upset mood helps me trap bars

I need praying thee down on my knees

To elucidate my antipathetic disease.

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Looking back up to the sky

Overlooking your lie

Someone's running your way

Someone's dwelling at bay

Don't know what I just feel

I might not have gotten to kneel

Feeling down when you throw

A needle in the blow

Chorus:

Could you be crawling?

Could you be falling?

Could you be calling?

Could you beat-up now?

Mine, mine, mine.

I've never gotten to dun

Yet, I am having no fun

Almonds make me bleed

Never said I need

Someone to keep me hence gay

Someone unto my play

Learned truth and faith

Forgot lies and hate

Bridge:

It is my spawn phobia yeah.

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He is like the music­

He sprung from his youth

Like a volcano

The weirdest albino

He is such your music

Drumming inside your brain

Although he's anemic

You are not on a plain

Chorus:

Love sings the truth

Cantatas in your roof

You got now the proof

of his gift, of your gift.

-

He sounds as music

His heart beats as such

A source of lyricism

His riddle is never touched

He is always singing music

When assuming all the charge

Whatever! He never shows

You got him a bird to catch.

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W. AFFECTIVE FEMALE

We have been trapped unto

A grand tacit feeling that grew

Straight as an orchids fern

What is my main nostalgia turn?

She poured no deal of ink

she shrunk my pumping engine

gonna leave them, I think

Am I waiting in her line?

She is an affective female

she is a defective female

yea, she ain't you

yea!

tell me I will have no fear

Wanna hear your voice into my ear

You called him Arthur the royalty

But I'd love him named Majesty

Message, message & call me now

Slowly you made me so low

Blond hair or red grungy hair

Please back-up unto a stare.

She is an affective female

She is a defective female.

Silver finger-ring around

Her ring finger mastering tight

A faithful buddy ready to bound

Your light, your sense, your sight.

Am I gonna dwell the same

Won't I run amok and blame

Got no Babylon feeling just yet

Don't wanna be that doleful pet.

Because she is an affective female

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11.GUILTY

Called the guilt to reach your heart

you ain't raped but you broke'm up.

sloppy, sappy, it plays so hard

doleful eyes, the weather's damp.

Damp in here, dump to speak

got the guilt, gotta go!

Leave your hog, don't stain your heart

easily you will rhyme

lyric as HUGO Victor

you will wade unto your crime.

Damp in here, dump to speak

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I saw thou in my dream when I was 2 years old

Thou used to cover my cold body with your whitened wings

I admired having to communicate with someone bold

They thought I am mad; discoursed and wired, they were wrong

Thou dwelled in heaven but I have never been told

Thou taught me weeping, howling, screaming, raving & crying

I used to lie snug & broke, I paid off well. My voice is bored.

Chorus:

I used to call thou Bada, angel of mine.

I was thy petty baby, thou held against thy chest along the line.

The line of a loose strip. A loose strip, a loose strip that rhymes.

A loose strip, a loose strip, a loose skip in my eyes.

I used to try to hunt thy shade wherever it was

I moaned a lot, I wept and shivered like a paranoid

they fantasized about your shape, about your look buzz

spruce as you were Bada! I draw thou annoyed

thine angel eyes kept it right straight to my heart

I could not understand my fate at that early age

Thou off, I scream, thou away, I get on rage.

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Come on...

You love to go ahead and lay on

Forward the message on & on

You kneel to God, you pray your lord

You masturbate when you feel so hot

Chorus:

We really need to grunge

Grandly to the crunch

Ravelling you grudge

rats in your grange.

To run amok!

Come on...come on...

Like your mom, hate your daddy

You come amok as your ego lady

Furtive acts, perfidy will

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Blotto, you've got to booze

No more beers but holy tea

Menthe tea with savored plants

Your blood is a holy liquid

Don't stain it with all the alcohol

Chorus:

Booze men

Booze menthe tea

Neither you nor your boss

Could be men with a whore

Grapes are sluts, so are your labels

Sane brain, you've gotten yours

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My raw ana

keep on the torture

mad in the other

rainbow of hatred

it's calling me

it's calling you

let's dive in me

let's dive in you

Chorus:

fantasize a doleful way

beneath your freezing degree

hate me to sigh who I am. oh hate.

Marijuana

it ain't a culture

act with your talent

we will flock together

it's goring me

it's goring you

let's dive in me

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Talk! talk to yourself.

Loose! off all rockers.

noose! noose your ego.

fight! fight your libido.

kneel! Five a day.

She wants some wood.

to warm up her numb skin.

She needs some food.

to grow fat; she's thin!

Rise! rise your eyes.

Soothe! Get so limpid.

Think and dream you're placid.

Read! hunt after me.

Talk! Out then round.

She wants some wood.

to warm up her skin.

She needs some food.

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Back to insanity

straight to the norm

Back to tragedy

Straight to be horny

Back to fatality

Straight to the thorn

Back to unreality

The hermaphrodite's born

It moves fast

It climbs high

It yells hard

When raving on

It is no man

It is no woman

It is no me

It is no you

Ambivalent being

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18. CHUMMY

He is my chummy!

Hypocrite, liberalist

Don't bother me

and my chummy

Pray for me

Own to me

Bless me

And my chummy!

Lean on me

Seemingly

Is it me

Or my chummy!

Chorus:

Chummy got to lease

Chummy got to please

Chummy wants cheese

He's so hungry!

Billy in a hall

Billy got a ball

Billy drinks tea

He's so thirsty

Jimmy got a place

Jimmy Watched a race

Jimmy washed the face

Like Chummy yeah!

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19. FATE IN THE WIND

Something lined

with thy sign

Like before

Anymore

Then thou wink

As I sigh

Think I cry

Think I leap

And I weep

Like a whim

Thou alone

No one home

Me all lone

Will I own

Hence thy wing

And I fall

In thy soul

Pandemonium

Silence idiom

In the wind

Chorus:

Thou're shadowing

With thy right whited wing

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23. AFECTIVA ESPERANZA

EL juego en amor has come along

To take me with her, I am no more alone

El juego en amor is now my home

Where dwell my thoughts and dwells my own

Exquisita secretaria

Afectiva esperanza

Oh la vida en nostalgia

Hey macho con rancho

El mundo en amor brightened my day

I sigh too clear, I can't delay

Puedo hablar? About my sensacion

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25. I FEEL I FELL

Can't you hear the drippings of my tears

Can't you sigh the weeping of my stare

Can't you keep your shade off my fears

Can't you spy on at my signs, they are fair

For your hair

I can't compare

Looks you share

They are fair

Can't you feel I fell for your glance

Can't you say I like your head's thatch

Can't you rhyme so as to make it hide

Don't want anyone by your side.

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21. PALESTINIAN OEDIPUS APPEAL

They came in ahead with power

Israel in bloom as a flower

They pretend they wandered

For eras! It's so wonderful!

How come they beg for dolls

The Holy Land ain't your whore

Chorus:

I say: "LA ILAH ILLALLAH"

Never He begetteth, nor is he begotten,

And none like unto him.

Allah's with you, Mom.

God spy on beyond that ova

No matter what the graves we dig

She explodes with ten from you

We opened heaven with stones we threw

The golden dome will ever be safe

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I wish I was an arrow going straight

I wish I could taste all your blood

The love is no more the magic power

The more you care, the more I go slower

Loved to be yours and go down for you

Somehow you behaved I have been thru

Whatever you'll do I'll get closer

I wish I could cling you in your loo

I don't feel good when you defect

I will not beg for you back

You squeal you're blind with love

I found no girl you could be loved

Don't cry out for you're ashamed

Ain't nothing worse but whoring fame

The louder you talk the harder I rave

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My heart is broke

But I can go on

Ready to hook

Your libido venom

It’s still so weak

Upon your sun

Someday I’ll wake

And kill you with rhymes

(with healthy voice)

Chorus:

He’s just Yassine

Blaming the fate

Fond of Halloween

My misery mate.

Don’t have to wait

Oh bring it down

I got to bleed

And piss all around

It’s pandemonium

Bad noisy sound

I am grand and thin

Lend me one pound

Bridge: So bad room...yule

Don’t need your water

I Don’t need your butter

Don’t need your love

Don’t need to be loved

Chorus:

Blaze

Based

More

Bored

Erase

Amaze.

Butter

Water

Bridge:

Bad room

You will wake up

In my room

And you’ll find up

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(originally by K.COBAIN)

She likes the bee

She likes to be

She likes to see

she likes the sea

She likes it outta breath.

She likes the horror bread.

She bought a tie

She bought it tight.

She raped the time.

She takes it outta me.

Chorus:

She likes the

Color

Go, go, go

Gore.

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31. Aloof her curl

I fell in love with her

I was madly and badly hurt

I swore I’d love her afterworld

I ain’t heard a mighty word

Rhyming

I needed a wiser girl

And not her hairy curl

She behaved as shy as love

And flew away like a dove

Aloof

They called her Latifa

I got into her nenuphar

Mom in her and she in Mom

She picked him for I am dumb.

DIRTY SONG

The backing betraying threat is upon me

Crushing away unto thou

Thine eye cannot gaze too clear

I would cleanse your pupils

I would with perfumed alcohol

My back is bent for I am sad

God help me calm beneath thee

Rage dwells in me, it dwells

Chorus:

Here are two blades

I put my neck between

Here voice my mates

The cantata of Halloween

Still the threat ain't an angel

For I sigh no wing winding my hair

I am into hatred and/or hunger

MY JULIET OF MINE

Do you know that I fell for you today?

Been Lonely thinking away.

My Juliet of mine.

My wonder and my pine.

Do you feel the heart beat all around?

Been creeping underground.

On my love ground.

My Juliet of mine.

More than love, you can heal

Honey, sugar, my old diner meal

In line, on line, been talking through

You only know what I am gonna do

I bet, yea I bet, you are my Juliet

Forever, Ever, ever, forever…

Till She Comes

I was supposed to masturbate

For I had no girl by my side

Had no reason to have a date

Had no corner where I can hide

But I had to, I had to

Wait and wait

wait and wait

Wait and wait

Till she comes

Late, late, late

I was supposed to kiss in dreams

Forever I was into reverie

Got no asylum where I could scream

Got no memory I could Bury

But I had to, yea I had to

Wait and wait

Wait and wait

Wait and wait

Till she comes

Late, Late, late

So-called friends

They will not be

They did not trust me

Now they have lost me

So-called Friends

I do not need them

I will not see them

I would have my harem

COMMON TREND

Vacuum home

All by my own

None leaves a cup

They all turn up

Noses bleed

Libido need

Hashpipes

Steam rises

Chorus :

Common trend

Come on friend

Common trend

Come on friend

Clubbing out

Low thought

Imagining

Filming inn

Gostly gone

Nite sun.

Common trend

We Do Damn The Whore.

We are falling off apart

We are getting down

We are selling our hearth

We are leaving our town

We are crumbling

We are breaking up the girl

Who does not mind it is Thee

We are tearing up her curl

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I Mind About Nordic Eyes.

I met her on four wheels

Back upon human eels.

She looked like the red moon

It was the sun calling noon.

I mind about her Nordic eyes

When she hides them and she cries

In depths of her heart and prides

Now she is into lovely Rock

For her I am about to crack.

Her Norse eyes make me fool

She is weird and she is so cool.

She is the witty remedy

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The River Song

Verse I:

I lie into the river for I need

A witch to make my eye bleed

Life ain't a creep I can make

I walk in through until the lake

I lie into the river

I lie into the weaver

I spy on through the shiver

I spy on through Yeah.

Chorus:

I am sighing the blue of the water

I am within the heat

I am trying to grab the door hand

I do hear the beat

Verse II:

Search for the muse I can kiss

I drink from the white water piss

The murmuring is such the fear

My yellow face trends to clear

I lie into the river

I lie into the weaver

I spy on through the shiver

I spy on through yeah.

What I know.

It's only what I Know

It's only what I feel

Compassion for real

It's harmful for me

There's no one in case

You're hollow and dazed

Nothing you've thrown

Has completely got grown

It's only what I Know

It's only what I feel

Chorus:

Help me fire

Your own

Restless desire

I feel drowned

Verse II:

It's only what I need

It's only what I hire

The dull thing in me

I want to clear

I want to remove

I want to cleanse

I wish I could ease

I wish I could leave

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WHEN PHILOSOPHY IS SADNESS

Verse I:

Love stipulates the existence of hate

Anemia keeps you out of hunger war

You feel like being fighting a blade

Flames of pandemonium dwell as sore

Hand-made crafts and clothes excite you

Skepticism floats about your spying eyes

They damn everything you love to undo

And Gaston Bachelard helps you analyze

Chorus:

Summit of brutality

Ain't behaviors of royalty

It is sadness of philosophy

Ain't indecency, nor biography

Verse II:

Angelic reveries do keep me alive

Witty as you roam you meditate on me

Holy tricks of your belief won't ever thrive

Thee would punish me for whom I would be.

Bridge:

I take oath.

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When My Mother Loved The Maid

Something is gone away

That's as same, ham

Gonna leave away

Kneeling when I stay

Leaving the policy

It tears the way in me

Calling me at naught

It says it seems a meal

A feeling back in me

A feeling back, it hears

A feeling back in here

I'm feeling goring

Daddies to me

I'm loving the sound

She never got to carry

She never respected a norm

She never got the guilt

She never respects me when

I do my favorite thing

She never respects me well

And never packed you well

She never keels it away

She's never gone to play

She never accuses away

All are gonna play

Again

She backed the sorrow war

She never dwells as shore

She never fucked a creep

But she don't know how to seed

She never curled hard

She carded the sin I plowed

I never will lose myself

I never will lose control

I never will breathe myself

I'll never stick then stand

She never keels again

She never bored alone

She never accuses again

She never stayed then stepped

She never accuses again

She never glues again

She loves, she laughs

She loved her

She loves again

She laughs again

X versus Y

Verse I:

Grungy room lighted with red bulbs

You posture your thighs a sexy way

With a lightened perfume that pulps

My libido engines and smells away

I come on in and grab the door

You gaze at my deepest sensation

Sensitive vital tongue says "Oh poor"

It appeals the drumming passion

Rock sounds from a hidden radio

You whisper in my ear a secret word

I feel like turning a porn video

None watches, none, but my room bird.

Chorus:

Need your warm maternal milk

Explore your hair made of silk

Tickle your shivering skin and blink

Love your nipples, wet and pink

Verse II:

You stand and fold your right leg

I feel and savor the perfume

I hold you tight then I beg

For all the love I could assume

Put my hands on your shoulders

I see a rose skirt breaking open

No more shy, no more colder

Spiritual fusion is to happen

Unbutton it off your chest

Admire your sexy sculpture

Look for a shelter, for a nest

Psychoanalyze your sexual culture

Verse III:

I stand deeper inside your chest

Till a gothic voice screams aloud

Licking nipples' heads is what I do best

Feel like hanging on your hair cloud

Blood runs amok through my veins

You make it torrid and raged

Skin breathing holes urinate in chains

You torture me and have me paged

Your body upon my bosom surface

Feel your hair and nipples stinging me

You start to perceive trail and trace

The way of needles, the way of a bee

Chorus:

Need your warm maternal milk

Explore your hair made of silk

Tickle your shivering skin and blink

Love your nipples, wet and pink

Verse IV:

I hang biting your right nipple up

With my milky teeth and suck askew

Love your water and the tears you drop

Joy and pleasure scroll around the blue

Green eyes shine like the moon

Brown pupils stare at your chest again

Straight breasts and sloppy mouth moan

It goes crazy, It goes sex so insane

Pass it back and forth between

Leave a trail, leave a snake semen river

I take off the sexual monster you have been

Our epidermises do angelically shiver.

Chorus:

Verse V:

Yell, scream, howl and screech

Hear my yowling against your vagina

Feel the rage we definitely reach

Fuck me, till we reach our nirvana.

It bends and gets straight along

As long as you travel through me

You retake and you feel so strong

Wetter than a drowned eagle in the sea

My eyes brim with tears and love

It propagates dirty words and lyricism

I call you darling and name you my dove

Your left foot removes my licking egoism

Chorus:

Need your warm maternal milk

Explore your hair made of silk

Tickle your shivering skin and blink

Love your nipples, wet and pink

Verse VI:

Your right foot rubs and presses my penis

It can't stand so long hence urinates

Fountain semen raining on your epidermis

I aspirate the water your urethra liberates

You offer me your pink feet nails to lick

I dive into your tongue saliva lake

Inflated straight breasts full of trick

You prowl all around, oh my viper snake

I lie it on between your tender fat ass buttocks

You soak your fingers in my semen

I lick them and it madly rocks

I angelically lick your unbroken hymen.

Verse VII:

In your erotic room cobra skin sofa

You lie naked but your cry so-so fa

Soft hymen, viscous flesh next to my lips

My tongue swings and it hardly still drips

Your fingers hold tight my venomous rod

My prepuce reddens as long as I do nod

I feel your ewer through my nasal nerve

You torture me on, so I have to serve

I am your slave; I do obey your mighty Eros

I am all your sex and porno-breeding heroes

You deploy your savage milk pumping optimum

You fuck my mouth with your fantasy maximum

Chorus:

Need your warm maternal milk

Explore your hair made of silk

Tickle your shivering skin and blink

Love your nipples, wet and pink

Verse VIII:

Your pointed nipples go straight as an arrow

Mine against yours dwell always so hollow

You go wild and bite my balls then the whole

I slip my fingers on your tender asshole

You carry out my woody penis circumcision

You monster! Scratch my tip with indecision

You know I was excised at the age of seven

But here you try to take off its cover haven

You again press it between your two breasts

Harmfully you massage it and it purely dreads

We both see leaks of milk and sperm off

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Right back to school

Living apart from you

Is a grander pain

Coming along and through

Is drugging my brain

Wallah I never knew

You're rushing all my fame

Though you know you're new

You're breaking out my name

Spell my fate for me

I need to know

Hear me now for free

And the words I do blow

Here she comes now

Here she calls

Right back to school

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Ni amie, ni aimée

Je donnai mon tout à elle

Elle le refusa comme tel

Je l’aimai jusqu’à souffrir

Et elle me poussa à la haïr

Désormais,

Elle n’est

Ni amie, ni aimée

Le narcisse de renommée

Je puisai mon amour

J’occultai ma bravoure

Je dois donc fuir ma mère

À nul homme elle ne saura plaire

Désormais,

Elle n’est

Ni amie, ni aimée

La narcisse de renommée.

Empreinte de schizophrénie

Imprégnée d’ironie

Sa frousse est sa manie

Son cœur sera banni

Désormais,

Elle n’est

Ni amie, ni aimée

La narcisse de renommée.

Je n’insultai qu’elle

Sans qu’elle ne sache

Que j’aime une autre en elle

Cette affection est si réelle.

Désormais,

Elle n’est

Ni amie, ni aimée

La narcisse de renommée.

Chaste et ambivalente

Jamais tant amante

Jamais je ne saurais

Peindre son portrait.

Désormais,

Elle n’est

Ni amie, ni aimée

La narcisse de renommée.

Elle mute sans cesse

Les cœurs se blessent

Moi, je meure d’amour

De son regard en velours

Mais elle n’est

Neither friend nor beloved.

I gave my all to her

She refused it as such

I loved her until suffering

And she pushed me hate her

Henceforth,

She is

Neither friend nor beloved

The narcissus of fame

I bored my love

I hid my bravery

I hence must quit my mother

To no man she will please

Henceforth,

She is

Neither friend nor beloved

The narcissus of fame.

Stamped with schizophrenia

Full of irony

Her funk is her mania

Her heart will be damned

Henceforth,

She is

Neither friend nor beloved

The narcissus of fame

I insulted no one but her

Without that she knows

I love someone else in her

This affection is so real

Henceforth,

She is

Neither friend nor beloved

The narcissus of fame

Chaste ambivalent

Never too lover

Never I would know

Paint her portrait

Henceforth,

She is

Neither friend nor beloved

The narcissus of fame

She mutes constantly

Hearts get hurt

I die from love

Of her velvet look

But she is no

More friends, no more lover.

Épiez-moi

Épiez-moi

Tel je suis.

Épiez-moi

Tel ami

Épiez-moi

Tel allier

Épiez-moi

Tel hardi.

As a rhyme

As a vine

As I am

As a rime.

As I feel

IT’S SAPPY BIRTHSAY

It's sappy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Sappy birthday to you

Fourteenth century in Greece

Turkish warriors run fool

Racist battles, the very least

Dropping away seems the rule

Sultans of crime and creeping Dukes

Rub the Greeks, cast loose

Make a field with claw hooks

They hash up the farm booze.

Psychopathological poverty

Bio-providence paucity

Lack of wisdom and liberty

Andalusia bloom insanity

No palms but burned firs

Water stripping the earthworms

Penny-eating judges sued in courts

Savagery, barbarity, no norms.

No fados sung, no verses heard.

The dawn chorus sings a madrigal

Cockatoos, hoopoes and humming birds

Dizzy blottos seen among the brigade.

Steams spring along with cantatas

Rivers flow down deeply beneath

Overflows babble ears of mulattos

Musical murmurings invoke death.

Influenza, psychosis and anemia

The lake cures their handicaps

Sacrificed blood, harping Arabia.

Hell rivers warm the crops

Yanina appeals to the bath

They turn up for water meditation

A crow and a vulture mirror the path

Prowling perches deemed a nation.

There on the river bank dwell wooers

Sat and stood gazing at the Nenuphar

Love moans from affection woofers

Musical petty waves and moonlights by far

Heart-shaped wood-cutting on barks

Yews wander for the human instinct

For a lyric tawny owl that harks

Dad hates Mom

Mom Dreads Dad

Never it's Calm

Erupted volcano out of me

Well torrid liquid with no heat of thee

Just can’t stand the fire of it

Really can’t soothe the burning shit

That is thine angel fear

I am minding about the angel fear

Meditating on the angel fear

Throughout my ears you healed

Screwed sepulture within burning flames

Flavored perfumes that feel the same

I just can’t resist to your nature

I will leave your petty leisure

That thine angel fear

I am minding about the angel fear

Meditating on the angel fear

Throughout my ears you healed

It’s gonna show you the truth of yourself

When you torture her

Only rage and yell

Rage and dream

Then I am

I am, I am, I am, I am

I am minding about the angel fear

Meditating on the angel fear

Throughout my ears you healed

I got my deed a way

Everyone was fed of

I defected and went away

Of affection I ran off

Alone and lonely again

Single sole I sing alone

I left my communism and pain

Social doctrines that were wrong

New tunes, new sounds, new crimes

I killed my old ego somehow

Too much lines, phrases with rhymes

Where is the land I could plow?

Mama told me not to rave

Angels might not get at home

Our Oedipus is to save

Someway I would be that numb

Je glisse sur vos ruines

Je survole avec ma plume.

I have been seeking myself in thou

And my heart shy pumping through

I faced rocks and winds that blew

I felt thine eyes green then blue

I searched for thy secret inside

With all my humble honor and pride

I lied in askew love by thy side

Running amok with the camel I ride

I spent years in gathering the truth

I asked Paris, I asked Rome and Duluth

I begged and got bit with a rabbit tooth

Crackers fell damned preys for us both

I asked England but never Sweden

Throughout my spying eyes redden

I have been searching for heaven

For a love oasis and a mythic Eden

Never it thrived with some pal

Never I fell down in thy hole

Never I could name and call

Thy person through spring and fall

I have been into vain lyricism

I have been writing skepticism

The whores hated my realism

And talked only about aneurysm

Thou made me doubt and fool

I mapped Stockholm and Liverpool

Spirits were to be kind and cool

Thy freak has been too cruel

Till the sacred day thou stole me

I have been praying "Lord, I love thee"

I hated to be one, wanted to be free

I played guitar as haven and tree

Still now, I am playing guitar

Still I gaze at my Pisces in a jar

I have been within a tea bar

Thy way has been a viscous tar

I meditated on thy holy name

History said it had value and fame

Mine meant nostalgia as same

It appealed to love in frame

The crackers always dwell

In the fry of the cold hell

They hear screams that bell

I wish they could feel my shell

Thou sent thine archetype image

The beauty model had my rage

It has been a reverie life page

I have been rejecting my cage

The theory said it was good

To pretend there lives a mood

I now eat more homeopathic food

Thou gave me power and road

Arabia wandered forever

It has been wise and clever

Unto thou I would ride the river

With a Viking boat I had never

I never knew I have love

Never peace meant a dove

I never knew the life thou drove

Never aware of men thou shove

Never I loved a woman with no look

Never I fell for the poster thou took

Never I was the man you ever shook

Never I was trapped by your hook

But I loved thou whatever Thou said

About changes and the price I paid

Never I treated you as a love maid

I needed the affection you ever laid

Thou reminded me about the last day

I would swear I would never pray

My god! Thee fulfill my love tray

Send me sunbeam, send me a pink ray

Never I thought Hurts create

Deep love with zenith rate

Thou made my heart trace its fate

Thou will ever be my soul mate

I perceived Arabia charm in thou

Thou have been the mirror of my loo

I have been too shy to say boo

But I had to cry, I had to coo

Thy intimate companion mistook

He was wrong and he broke

The angelic link He made broke

Now my room is the chamber thou book

My house is the hotel thou hire

For thy stay and thy desire

Thou would feel warmer than fire

My dinkum lay is no more dire

I always delved inside thy will

Thou ever felt nearer my thrill

Now I shave my fur in drill

I swallow the sleeping pill

I no more can fall asleep

On the sand I walk and creep

All for my love goes deep

It suddenly made the biggest leap

I heard about the saint Michael

He is a soul and an old angel

Are thou his charm deeply stranger

It is beyond fear and danger

I was victim of anorexia

Now I struggle with anemia

I have fever and insomnia

Because I dread anesthesia

Now I do believe thy personality

Thou belong to real reality

I thus feel calm and mighty

Nothing could be my fatality

I want thou as thou are

Thou are my angel so far

Thine angel-guardian and car

I am to let thou make or mar

Fourth of July thou will appear

Eighth of April with a tea beer

Our loneliness will disappear

I with joy will drop my tear

I will sing thou with emotion

I will consider thy saliva my lotion

To cherish thou is my notion

Thy perfume is thy potion

Thou will wear mother’s caftans

Wherewith thou will get to pan

Underneath the sun you will tan

We will prowl and have fun

I am thy wooer and thy shadow

Without thou I would feel hollow

I would shade thou from shallow

Hustlers ever ready to follow

We will creep on the golden sand

I will touch thy hair and thou, my hand

We will run in water and land

We will have our tea booze grand

I finally spell thy four-letters name

I do not care if others do blame

Maybe they feel hurt and lame

Maybe they feel sorrow and shame

Let them fade from thy heart

I am thy shelter and thou, my hearth

Thou are a lover I would never part

We take oath not to fall apart

Now I am on my praying knees

Begging Darling oh please

I am thy lover thou tease

And the pain thou will ease

Mama taught me thou are well

With thou things will be swell

For thou I angelically fell

Passionately for words thou tell

Proud to know thou Fountain

For thou I will climb mountains

I will get unto thy heart taints

Beg thou to ease my pain

I do not want to die in France

I can still hope thou hence

Might save my life and dance

Give me one try, one chance

Morocco is freaking secure

Pretty sunny, pretty too pure

It has charm, it has lure

You have my medicine and my cure

Your father is your good

And your good is my mood

I lacked the dull manhood

I missed the Javanese food

Beg him consent me

Ask him to accept me

Call him to pardon me

Kiss him to set thou free.

I will wait till thou are twenty

Time! We have a plenty

Still we will keep healthy

Singing till we are seventy.

Thou will play a solo in pentatonic

It will sound harmonic

Surrounding and stereophonic

Romantic and supersonic

Thou have gotten a lover

Not a cracker, not a laugher

We would sail in Straits of Dover

I will be thy music cover.

Together we will flock.

To gather a music stock

We will swing, we will rock

And the doubt we will lock.

Thou love Kurt and Metallica

Both rocked in America

Never came to Africa

Even not down in Santa Monica.

Never I consumed Marijuana

Never I left hearing Nirvana

Dreamt to reach Indiana

I say Tina and he said Ana.

You read the journals along

While I was sitting at dawn

While I was getting my own

You spread the microbe on

Now it is in my lungs and blood

You are into my humor and mood

My head I shake, my heart I nod

I will ask you how you got the rod

Waiting for Next April

Tired at getting the drill

All I say is so far real

All I said is constant deal

At Eighteen you will be free

And I will be twenty three

I will play you solo under a tree

In Mogador city we will be

 CANTATA OF OATH

Verse 1:

With all the love that I have to submit

With all the dignity and crime I commit

Dignity for a whore and crime for a slut

Here I acknowledge that I love her not

Chorus:

Ain't no odd for the holy year

No anthem we all could smear

But I promise I'd leave the clip

Ain't no tear I would drip

Verse 2:

With all the majesty a king can afford

With all the hands and fingers we could fold

I take oath I would never fall in fear

Never I will crumble down, never in here

Chorus:

No anthem we all could smear

But I promise I'd leave the strip

Ain't no tear I would drip

Bridge:

The Poor pray

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You do belong to my land; my land.

Do you want to play in my band? My band.

Give me your eyes and your hand! Your hand.

Would you be my girlfriend? Girlfriend.

Chorus:

All the common couple we are

Forever worship, ever by far

Hear me yell, hear you drum

You're cute and I am handsome.

You wear the jeans and the Caftan

I am mulatto and you're Moroccan

Gonna throw their pop in a trash can

You are my girl and I am your man

Bridge:

In our grunge world, we live as one

We are off line, we are gone

Both of us singing the madrigal

Lyrics by Hanine. H

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Quotation of the year: " Nothing Really Bothers Her, She Just Wants to Love Herself" -KDC-

" Devant une flamme, dès qu’on rêve, ce que l’on perçoit n’est rien au regard de ce qu’on imagine ".

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