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Drawing the Line (Eng Ver.) – Royal Pirates

TITLE: Drawing the Line (Eng Ver.)
ARTIST: Royal Pirates (로열 파이럿츠)
ALBUM: Drawing The Line (2014)

You’re the taste of wine
You’re a summer night –
Make me feel alright .

Then again you’re like
A million thorns all on my side.
You are – the shiver down my spine oh~

We get close; We fall apart.
Red roses; broken hearts
And we don’t know which way to go.

We’re in love; we’re insane.
What’s the sun without the rain?
I guess we’ll find out as we go.

You keep on drawing the line –
Just a little bigger every time.
And I must be losing my mind
‘Cause I know I want you in my life!

You’re the sweetest dream
Cool as autumn breeze
Everything I need.

But that’s just half the day
Next minute, you’re such a pain!
But that’s the price I pay, Oh~

We get close; We fall apart.
Red roses; broken hearts
And we don’t know which way to go.

We’re in love; we’re insane.
What’s the sun without the rain?
I guess we’ll find out as we go.

You keep on drawing the line –
Just a little bigger every time.
And I must be losing my mind
‘Cause I know I want you in my life!

You make my world go round
Flip it upside down –
There’s no middle ground

But I can live without.
You can draw the line
wherever you want, oh oh oh~

You keep on drawing the line –
Just a little bigger every time.
And I must be losing my mind
‘Cause I know I want you in my life! – x2

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Like A Star – JungKook and Rap Monster of Bangtan

Title: Like A Star (2012)

Performed by Jungkook & Rap Monster
Lyrics by Rap Monster
Original Track: Like A Star by J.Cole

Trans:  

Jeongguk)

Just like a star across my sky

Just like a bird flying at dawn

I have a dream of the freedom

Feel like I’ll never be the same

Just like dream of last night

Just like pictures in my head

Oh I can’t realize that

Still I wonder why it is
Rap Monster)

Just like a star, my gray life

Yeah, I who didn’t wasn’t black or white

The time was just passing by

Sometimes I committed myself this way

Even though I’ve chances, I painted my courage in gray when I was young

Without being able to stand up, sitting like that going to the next one

Again, trembling from fear, how many regrets groaning

Like those morning dramas it continues like a clear sequence

A sensitive personality that builds a wall

Only feeling out of place because of the surroundings, I really have no friends

Uncertain grades and a uncertain departure

The world alone and the never-ending amount of nights

Even if the dreams are a lot like the stars are, they’re also as far as them

My mood is like the crime a criminal child left, a detective

Even if I’ve a rope to the sky it can’t reach

Even if I know who’s the culprit I can never escape

Jeongguk)

Just like a star across the sky

Just like a bird flying at dawn

I have a dream of the freedom

Feel like I’ll never be the same

Just like dream of last night

Just like pictures in my head

Oh I can’t realize that

Still I wonder why it is

You, shine more in the night

You, look farther than other people can

Your life is white

 

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Chaitanya

Here is a poem by Arun Kolatkar, the Indian poet. Written in English, it is titled “Chaitanya”:

‘Sweet as grapes

are the stones of Jejuri’,

said Chaitanya.

 

 

He propped a stone

in his mouth

and spat out gods.

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Words

A Poem by Kamala Das

All round me are words, and words and words,

They grow on me like leaves, they never

Seem to stop their slow growing

From within….But I tell myself, words

Are a nuisance, beware of them, they

Can be so many things, a

Chasm where running feet must pause, to

Look, a sea with paralysing waves,

A blast of burning air or,

A knife most willing to cut your best

Friend’s throat…Words are a nuisance, but

They grow on me like leaves on a tree,

They never seem to stop their coming

From a silence, somewhere deep within….

P.S. Kamala Das/ Kamala Suraiyya/ Madhavikutty is one of India’s most celebrated writers and  a writer par excellence even in the international scenario. Her poetry is often termed as “confessional” as she employs the  “personal” mode in most of her writings. A must-read writer for literature enthusiasts and students 🙂

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Prometheus

A Poem by Charles Tomlinson

Summer thunder darkens, and its climbing

Cumulae, disowning our scale in the zenith,

Electrify this music: the evening is falling apart.

Castles-in-air; on earth: green, livid fire.

The radio simmers with static to the strains

Of this mock last-day of nature and of art.

 

 

We have lived through apocalypse too long:

Scriabin’s dinosaurs! Trombones for the transformation

That arrived by train at the Finland Station,

To bury its hatchet after thirty years in the brain

Of Trotsky. Alexander Nikolayevitch, the events

Were less merciful than your mob of instruments.

 

 

Too many drowning voices cram this waveband.

I see Lenin’s face by yours –

Yours, the fanatic ego of eccentricity against

The systematic son of a schools inspector

Tyutchev on desk—for the strong man reads

Poets as the antisemite pleads: ‘A Jew was my friend.’

 

 

Cymballed firesweeps. Prometheus came down

In more than orchestral flame and Kérensky fled

Before it. The babel of continents gnaw now

And tears at the silk of those harmonies that seemed

So dangerous once. You dreamed an end

Where the rose of the world would go out like a close in music.

 

 

Populations drag the partitions down

And we are a single town of warring suburbs:

I cannot hear such music for its consequence:

Each sense was to have been reborn

Out of a storm of perfumes and light

To a white world, an in-the-beginning.

 

 

In the beginning, the strong man reigns:

Trotsky, was it not then you brought yourself

To judgment and to execution, when you forgot

Where terror rules, justice turns arbitrary?

Chromatic Prometheus, myth of fire,

It is history topples you in the zenith.

 

 

Blok, too, wrote The Scythians

Who should have known: he who howls

With the whirlwind, with the whirlwind goes down.

In this, was Lenin guiltier than you

When, out of merciless patience grew

The daily prose such poetry prepares for?

 

 

Scriabin, Blok, men of extremes,

History treads out the music of your dreams

Through blood, and cannot close like this

In the perfection of anabasis. It stops. The trees

Continue raining though the rain has ceased

In a cooled world of incessant codas:

 

 

Hard edges of the houses press

On the after-music senses, and refuse to burn,

Where an ice cream van circulates the estate

Playing Greensleeves, and at the city’s

Stale new frontier even ugliness

Rules with the cruel mercy of solidities.

 

P.S. I am hoping that students would find this useful. No intention to breach any rules or laws. Just for educational purposes. Cheers!

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