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hmmmm qui comme moi dansait cette chanson sans savoir la signification 😅 Me voici en septembre 2024 mama K tino je te donne les mains 😅🙏

What's up dude. Words like sex, pot, love, freedom... also scare the sh{t out of them. Anyway IDGAF. Good song here 🤘

This song is for our English/American friends who are scared to death of certain words and think they can bleep them into oblivion. There are words that are dangerous, it's true, but those are just regular words, often even fanciful words, but intended in such a way as to denigrate or disqualify certain human beings, because of the colour of their skin, or where they come from, or for who they want to fall in love with, or for who or what they want to be. The words the squeamish want to make inaudible, however, are just sounds that have never hurt anybody. Sink your -ing censorship for a bright new future... Censorship I stepped outside I went for a ride I saw the light And I almost cried I was down on my luck But who gives a - I played the game I called your name As I took aim I died of shame I took another hit But who gives a - You pulled quite a stunt When you showed me your - Hard as a rock I offered my - For you to - But who gives a - I looked at your - I grabbed your - I put my - Inside your - I rode my luck I said, let's -

Qui est là en septembre 2024???☝️☝️☝️ ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ 🇨🇲🇨🇲🇨🇲🇨🇲🇨🇲🇨🇲🇨🇲🇨🇲🇨🇲💃💃💃💃💃💃 Les cœurs pour notre LIONNE INDOMPTABLE ❤️❤️❤️❤️🇨🇲🇨🇲🇨🇲🇨🇲🇨🇲🇨🇲🇨🇲🇨🇲🇨🇲🇨🇲🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🇨🇲🇨🇲🇨🇲🇨🇲❤️❤️

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Time waits for no one... This Old Man Take a good long look at this old man I was never an idol, I was never a fan I'm not looking for fortune, not looking for fame I don't even care if you forget my name I don't care if you don't know my song You'll still find me singing it all day long It's the story of my life I was born on a cold November day In a different millennium, as they say I've got almost all of my life behind me I am lost where you can never find me Please don't tell me your stories anymore I'm really sure I've heard them all before It's the story of my life

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 mon enfance 😭😭😭😭 Lady la mère de mon enfance je t'adore ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

Souvenir camer 2009

Qui est là en 2024?😊

Un étalage du savoir-faire de soliste. Une excellente ligne de basse.

Le boum de tous les temp

Ouï ❤2024

Just some silly wordplay... Supposition Tell me what's your mind's condition When they question your admission And they won't state their position On your desire for blind ambition When they subtract from your addition Send you on an expedition To find a sacred apparition: Expect the Spanish inquisition I am me and you are you Add us up and we make two If you want to be a politician You have to deal with opposition You need a rival for competition A word requires a definition Can't use a gun without ammunition A criminal must avoid suspicion Who needs your silly superstition? Heal the sick as a physician I am me and you are you Add us up and we make two When your plan comes to fruition And your rocket has ignition Particles in superposition Just wait for the intermission Assume the downward dog position With a sense of premonition That they will offer you permission To get inside the exhibition I am me and you are you Add us up and we make two

Bonjour belle musique

cool work in here, very much of my liking! Thanks a bunch for your music, lyrics and video! I'm glad I subscribed. 🤘

Some advice from Papa Yabo this week. What's Going On? Try and stay proud for as long as you live Give what you get and get what you give Hold your head high, don't stand so low Reach for the sky even if you don't know What's going on Step outside where the sun shines so bright Step into the light and get ready for a fight Step up to the man who's kept you down for so long Step up to the man and show him you're strong What's going on? Turn to your love and take her in your arms In a world so cold her embrace is still warm Kiss her sweet lips and stroke her fragrant hair Forget about the question that's always been there What's going on?

2024❤❤

L inquiteur

Samelim

❤❤❤❤ j'aime

J'aime toujours cette chanson malgré que je ne comprends pas la partie en langue camer. Un ivoirien fan de lady ponce

This song was written by British hippie folksinger Donovan, recorded in 1966. It is generally to be one of the first “psychedelic” songs. It has been covered numerous times by many different artists. I have adapted the lyrics of my version to fit into the Discworld universe created by my favourite author, Sir Terry Pratchett (1948-2015). The intro video is from the animated adaptation of his novel “Wyrd Sisters”, produced in 1997 by Cosgrove Hall Films. Season Of The Witch (D.P. Leitch) When I look out my window Many sights to see And when I look in my window So many different people to be That it's strange So strange A seamstress picks up every stitch A seamstress picks up every stitch She got to pick up every stitch Mmmm, must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch, yeah Must be the season of the witch When I look over my shoulder What do you think I see? When I look over my shoulder What do you think I see? Some watchman lookin' over his shoulder back at me And it's strange Sure is strange A seamstress picks up every stitch She got to pick up every stitch, yeah Dwarfs are out to make it rich Oh no, must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch, yeah A seamstress picks up every stitch A wizard runnin' in a ditch Dwarfs are out to make it rich Oh no, must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch A'Tuin carrying the Disc

0h oui la vie est zéro car tout est vanité sur terre

2024 💃💃💃💃💃💃💃💃💃💃💃

Ma belle mélodie.

Fantastic!!!

❤❤❤❤❤ present depuis bandjoun aux Etat uni d,amerique😂😂😂😂😂

C'est comme si je decouvrais le son ci!😂 Lady Ponce on peut avoir autant de talent?❤❤❤

Some medieval cosplay on this one. It's also got a sneaky key change. Secret Names Don't I look great in my armour so bright With my sword in my hand I'm a splendid knight But look closely and you'll see it won't do me no good My armour is rusted and my sword's made of wood So if you ever come to hell and if you find me there Remember what my demons said I'm out here alone with my demons and fears That I've battled and fought now for so many years I yell and I scream to chase them away But in the still of the night my demons remain So if you ever come to hell and if you find me there Remember what my demons said They come out to hurt me in the darkest of nights They mock me by telling me that she was always right To leave me alone with my terror and my shame And my private demons with the secret names So if you ever come to hell and if you find me there Remember what my demons said The other night I woke up - the silence screamed Too tired to sleep, too frightened to dream Of my love in the guise of a saint or a queen Or a pregnant madonna in a field of green So if you ever come to hell and if you find me there Remember what my demons said: All I did was care My demons, they tell me that I am not the first They caught trying to escape creation at its worst And I have come to realize my life's an empty shell My lady has abandoned me, forgotten me as well So if you ever come to hell and if you find me there Remember what my demons said It's just the way things go, there is no one to blame But she can't recall my face, she doesn't know my name But then, what's in a name?, my private demons said A turd by any other name would smell just as bad So if you ever come to hell and if you find me there Remember what my demons said: All I did was care

😂😂😂😂le père qui saute là

Je suis à l, écoute👂👂👂👂👂

Tu a vraiment décidé lady ponce

Minku aye mimbè ayob ! A bolé ya oo tobok, a bari bolé tobok A bolé ya oo tobok, a bari bolé tobok Zero la vie, life na nothing o, c’est encore la voix d’ange, i koro a bisia i kalnabe moan. Avec les editions Achille Productions. Tamne me djogue me tame di amu nna egning ene zero (Egning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero) Tamne me djogue me tame gnu amu nna egning ene zero ( égning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero) Tamne me djogue me tame djem amu nna egning ene zero (Egning ene zero ma djo nna egning ene zero) Tamne me djogue me tame sié amu nna egning ene zero; (Egning ene zero ma djo nna egning ene zero) Kop kop Kop kop Kop kop Benjamin Atangana ; Serges Atangana, Serges Tamba ; écoutez la voix d’ange c’est l’école d’Ange Ebogo, Magellan Akono André, bomne mengom. A bolé ya oo tobok, a bari bolé tobok tobok tobok Ngue mot ading binga tamne gne djoguè ading foa, Cyril Ebogo ( égning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero) Ngue mot ading bidi tamne gne djoguè a tam di a Ebanga, ( égning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero) Ngue minga adding nnom tamne gne djoguè adding te Chantal Atangana, ( égning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero) Ngue mot adding megnu tamne gne djoguè a tam gnu Jean Michel, (égning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero) Amu nna mot a yem ki abok aye ke a ndon bivol é, (égning ene zero ma djo nna( égning ene zero) Ma djo nna mot a yem ki abok aye ke a bekon é a nnem (égning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero.) Amu nna zen ya ndon bivol ene a foa te retour é aller simple , (égning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero) Me nna zen ya ndon bivol ene a foa vikeke, (égning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero) Mot ezin a bele be money ana, okiri nye a toyi foiré ( égning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero) Des gens ont eu de l’argent aujourd’hui ils sont fochés (égning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero) Certains ont eu des bagnoles aujourd’hui ils vont a pied, (égning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero) D’aucuns ont eu des nanas qujourd’hui ils sont solitaires (égning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero) If man like woman may ouna leave he, (égning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero) If man like mimbo may ouna lieave he, (égning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero) Because man don’t know the day when he go die é, (égning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero) Men who where rich in the past now they are very poor, (égning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero.) Ngue moan ading megnan tamne nye djoguè ading te, (égning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero) Ngue mot ading ngal é tamne gne djoguè ading te Junior Fouda é, (égning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero) Ngue mongo adding ballon tamne gne djoguè adding te Tabi Eyeya, (égning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero.) Le pro a Elig essono Ngue minga adding avion Read more at: kamerlyrics.net/lyric-232-tonton-ebogo-zero-la-vie

The word “gospel”, as in “gospel song” is derived from “go(o)d spell”, the old English translation of the Greek “euangelion” (“good news”), so I guess you'd have to call this a “baspel song”. 😀 Baspel Back in the day life used to be simple We went to church or mosque or temple To pray to a god who didn't care For the simple reason that he wasn't there Every day the priests insisted Obey our god who never existed You shouldn't worry if you're poor Once dead you'll be at heaven's door They never taught you right from wrong They made it all up as they went along Fairy tales to scare and control you Heaven above and hell below you Fairy tales to scare and control you Heaven above and hell below you Fairy tales to scare and control you Heaven above and hell below you

2024

La meilleure ❤❤❤❤😅😅😅

July 2024 still here sounding lively 🎉❤

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I don't have all that many fans, so I have to cherish them. So if one of them requests a song, I'll try to oblige. With a mandolin, in this case. "Dirty Old Town" is a song written by Ewan MacColl in 1949 that was made popular by The Dubliners and The Pogues. The song was written about Salford, then in Lancashire, England, the area where MacColl was born and brought up. It was originally composed for the 1949 play Landscape with Chimneys, produced by Joan Littlewood and Theatre Workshop and set in a North of England industrial town. With the growing popularity of folk music in the 1960s the song became a standard in the repertory of British folk club singers. Dirty Old Town (Ewan McColl) I met my love by the gas works wall. Dreamed a dream by the old canal. I kissed my girl by the factory wall. Dirty old town, Dirty old town. Clouds are drifting across the moon. Cats are prowling on their beat. Springs a girl from the streets at night. Dirty old town, Dirty old town. I heard a siren from the docks. Saw a train set the night on fire. Smelled the spring on the smoky wind. Dirty old town, Dirty old town. I'm going to make me a good sharp axe; Shining steel tempered in the fire. I'll chop you down like an old dead tree. Dirty old town, Dirty old town. I met my love by the gas works wall. Dreamed a dream by the old canal. I kissed my girl by the factory wall. Dirty old town, Dirty old town.

Des vrais❤❤❤ qui ont valorisé le bikutsi

Ma mort❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️💃🏾

Les vrais artistes du Cameroun ceux qui ont montré le vrai génie musical du peuple béti,les pionniers dans leur domaine pas les bêtises que les gens chantent maintenant là. Peut être c'est aussi parceque la société s'est pervertie de toute façon sachons faire les bons constats pour avoir une bonne société équilibrée. Bravo à cet artiste et vive le génie musical camerounais !

La mère ci avait quand même fait firt avec la musique ci. La vidéo alors c'est le feu!

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Très belle musique

Une artiste hors norme.. Merci pour ta musique qui transcende les continents.

Another tune with some assistance from my olde classmate Jaq Verstappen, who contributed some slide and lead guitar. The lyrics date back to my “voodoo” period, some 15 years ago. Graveyard Shift You packed all my belongings in your nation sack Put a spell on my heart and a load on my back But I got me some witches candle and some graveyard dirt Took it home to sew it in the hem of your skirt Went to Dr Buzzard, got me a bottle full of snakes To bury on your doorstep and make you burn and ache I got my dragon's blood and my gravel root Put it in my mojo with the eye of a newt I burn my candle till the 9th needle drops Take my nine pins to make a double cross Nine pins, nine needles, nine full moons Feed you my gris-gris on a silver spoon Now I walked out and I closed the door You won't be seeing me anymore I got my little red flannel mojo bag I got my worn out shoes and my clothes in rags You packed all my belongings in your nation sack Put a spell on my heart and a load on my back But I walked out and I closed the door You won't be seeing me anymore

L'émotion quand j'écoute cette chanson ; je n'en reviens pas ! Merci pour tout Maman Ktino. Je t'aime tellement ! A jamais la Reine-Mère du bikutsi.

I still love this song

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