I'm back with my "M" song pick for the "ABCs of Good Music", and I have decided for this Saturday night to pick a song very close to my heart. I wish I could say it was about me, but alas... it is not. But I think that every woman out there can listen to it and feel its about her! So I hope you all will enjoy "Miss Moon" by Cree Summer.
I'm back with another dope song and dance number from our friend in India. This one is very very cool because it features a husband and wife team, and a father and son team... So this clip is definitely about family!! With the lyrics courtesy of BollyWhat.comI hope you all will enjoy "Kajra Re".
aisii nazar se dekha us jaalim ne chauk par The way that villain eyed me in the market-place,
hamne kaleja rakh diya chaakuu kii nok par it felt like putting my heart at knife's point.
mere chain-vain sab ujaRaa zaalim nazar haTaa le... My peace of mind has been destroyed; stop staring at me, scoundrel!
mere chain-vain sab ujaRaa zaalim nazar haTaa le... My peace of mind has been destroyed; stop staring at me, scoundrel!
barbaad ho rahe hai.n jii They're being destroyed;
barbaad ho rahe hai.n jii tere apne shaharvaale your own townspeople are being destroyed by this!
mere chain-vain sab ujaRaa zaalim nazar haTaa le My peace of mind has been destroyed; stop staring at me, scoundrel!
barbaad ho rahe hai.n jii tere apne shaharvaale Your own townspeople are being destroyed by this.
merii a.ngaRaa'ii na TuuTe tuu aajaa... Come to me while I'm ready and waiting for you.
kajaraa re Your kohl-lined eyes;
kajaraa re kajaraa re tere kaare kaare naina... your kohl-lined eyes, your black, black eyes...
mere naina mere naina mere naina juRwaa naina My eyes, my eyes, my twin eyes...
kajaraa re kajaraa re tere kaare kaare naina Your kohl-lined eyes, your black, black eyes
surma'ii se likhe tere vaade aa.nkho.n kii zabaanii aate hai.n The promises you wrote with kohl speak the language of the eyes.
mere rumaalo.n pe lab tere baa.ndhke nishaanii jaate hai.n My handkerchief bears the traces of your lips.
terii baato.n me.n kimaam kii khushbuu hai Your words hold the fragrance of an intoxicating drink.
tera aana bhii garmiyo.n kii luu hai You arrive like the hot winds of summer.
terii baato.n me.n kimaam kii khushbuu hai Your words hold the fragrance of an intoxicating drink.
tera aana bhii garmiyo.n kii luu hai You arrive like the hot winds of summer.
aajaa TuuTe na TuuTe a.ngaRaa'ii Come to me before the waiting begins to make me anxious.
merii a.ngaRaa'ii na TuuTe tuu aajaa Come to me while I'm ready and waiting for you.
kajaraa re kajaraa re tere kaare kaare naina... Your kohl-lined eyes, your black, black eyes...
mere naina mere naina mere naino.n me chupke rahana My eyes, my eyes, my twin eyes...
kajaraa re kajaraa re tere kare kare naina Your kohl-lined eyes, your black, black eyes...
aa.nkhe.n bhii kamaal karti hai.n Your eyes work wonders.
"personal" se sawaal kartii hai.n They ask the most personal questions.
palko.n ko uTHaatii bhii nahii.n They don't even have to rise;
parde ka khayaal kartii hai.n they speak through the curtain of your lashes.
mera gam to kisiise bhii chuptaa nahii.n My sorrow can't be hidden from anyone.
dard hota hai jab dard chubhtaa nahii.n True pain doesn't even sting.
aajaa TuuTe na TuuTe a.ngaRaa'ii Come to me before the waiting begins to make me anxious.
merii a.ngaRaa'ii na TuuTe tuu aajaa Come to me while I'm ready and waiting for you.
kajaraa re kajaraa re tere kaare kaare naina... Your kohl-lined eyes, your black, black eyes...
tere naina tere naina hame.n dha.nste (pierce) hai.n tere naina Your eyes, your eyes, they destroy us, your eyes.
kajaraa re kajaraa re mere kare kare naina My kohl-lined eyes, my black, black eyes.
tujhse milna puraanii dillii me.n After I met you in Old Delhi,
chhoR aa'ii nishaanii dillii me.n I left a memento behind there,
pal nimaana darii betallak a tapestry woven of random moments
terii merii kahaanii dilli me.n of our story in Delhi.
kalii kamalii vaalii ko yaad karke Inspired by your dark, lotus-like eyes,
tere kaale kaale naino.n kii qasam khaate hai.n we swear on your black, black eyes
tere kaale kaale naino.n ke banaaye hai.n ruuh that our souls are filled with your dark, dark eyes.
tere kaale kaale naino.n ko du'aa'e.n de.n ruuh Our souls offer blessings to your black, black eyes.
merii jaan udaas hai ho.nTHo.n pe pyaas hai My heart despairs; my lips are parched.
aajaa re aajaa re aajaa re Come to me, come to me, come!
terii baato.n me.n kimaam kii khushbuu hai Your words hold the fragrance of an intoxicating drink.
tera aana bhii garmiyo.n kii luu hai You arrive like the hot winds of summer.
merii a.ngaRaa'ii na TuuTe tuu aajaa... Come to me while I'm ready and waiting for you.
kajaraa re kajaraa re tere kare kare naina... Your kohl-lined eyes, your black, black eyes...
tere naina tere naina tere naina juRwaa naina... My eyes, my eyes, your twin eyes...
tere naina tere naina tere naino.n me chupke rahana... Your eyes, your eyes, we must hide ourselves away forever in your eyes
kajaraa re kajaraa re tere kare kare naina... Your kohl-lined eyes, your black, black eyes...
kare kare kare kare kare kare kare kare naina Black, black....eyes.
kajaraa re kajaraa re mere kare kare naina My kohl-lined eyes, my black, black eyes!
Those of you who have followed this blog for quite some time will confirm the the following things about me:
1) I don't do heels.
2) I am cuckoo for all things peacock print.
With all of that being said, can I say that this week's Wanna Wanna Wednesday item is seriously making me rethink my position on the first statement! LOL
How adorable are these pretty as a peacock pumps ($55.00, Torrid)? As much as I wanna wanna wanna, I am a bit hesitant to splurge because $55.00 is a lot of moola to invest in something that I probably won't wear. Despite the mid length heel, my feel hurt just looking at them.
So what say you all? Should I snag these shoes as aversion therapy for a serious heel phobia? Leave a comment with your support (and how YOU'D rock this pump!)...
" When people believe in themselves they have the first secret of success."
~ Norman Vincent Peale
" You are very powerful, provided you know how powerful you are."
~ Yogi Bhajan
" Be thankful for what you have; you'll end up having more. If you concentrate on what you don't have, you will never, ever have enough."
~ Oprah Winfrey
Sometimes it's the simple act of going to work that makes me feel like I will always struggle to maintain. I work in the NoHo section of Manhattan, which is a pretty affluent area surrounded by shops I couldn't afford to shop in (even if they sold items in my size) and while many of us in the area of rushing to get to our jobs, there are countless people hanging out shopping. Because they can.
And I admit to feeling a little... okay a lot of jealously for them. I wish my life was as easy breezy as theirs seems to be and I look at my surroundings and wonder what misstep did I take to end up where I am. Thoughts like that only lead to more negative thinking... and in the end, I generally end up feeling like the biggest loser on the planet. Why do I subject myself to this?
My life is exactly the way it should be right now. I have enough, I am enough. I have a job that keeps me supported and I feel I'm very good at what I do. Furthermore, I have many many more talents to offer the world and when the opportunity arises, I will take it wholeheartedly. I will remain where I am and walk past all the shopping socialites to my job and be proud that I have the means to care for myself.
Like a sign from the Universe, in the midst of feeling this horrible feeling of being stuck I was reunited with today's song choice for Music Therapy with Miss Moon. When I was younger (way before I joined the workforce), it was one of my favorite songs and it always filled me with an incredible sense of optimism for the future. Listening to it again filled me with that same optimism, and I felt like questions I was asking the Universe had finally been answered. Keep going, keep trying, run your own race, and never give in.
If you are feeling disheartened or stuck in a current situation, I hope that "When Am I Going To Make A Living" by Sade will serve as a reminder that your future is bright as long as you remember to shine in the present.
When am I gonna make a living?
It's gonna take a while before I give in.
See the people fussing and thieving.
While the sharks are wheeling and dealing.
Gotta look up and tell yourself,
there's no end to what you can do.
They'll waste your body and soul if you allow them to.
This is time to start believing in yourself.
Put the blame on no-one else.
When am I gonna make a living?
It's gonna take a while before I give in.
See the people fussing and stealing.
Too many lies, no-one is achieving.
Haven't I told you before,
"we're hungry for a life we can't afford."
There's no end to what you can do.
If you give yourself a chance to prove.
We're hungry but we won't give in.
Hungry but we won't give in.
Hungry but we won't give in.
Hungry but we won't give in.
Hungry but we won't give in.
We're hungry but we won't give in.
Hungry but we won't give in.
Hungry but we won't give in.
There's no end to what you can do.
They'll waste your body and soul if you allow them to.
Start believing in yourself.
Put the blame on no-one else.
When am I gonna make a living?.
It's gonna take a while before I give in. Yes it is.
I'm sick and tired of scratching a living.
I am hungry but I'm not gonna give in.
We're hungry but we won't give in.
Hungry but we won't give in.
Hungry but we won't give in.
Hungry but we won't give in.
Hungry but we won't give in.
Hungry but we won't give in.
Hungry but we won't give in.
Hungry but we're gonna win.
My name is Audrey. I have been called many, many things. My Pirate Sistahs dubbed me Pirate Yemaya Chalice Moon, Mother of the Secret Realm (or Yemmy for short), which I remixed P-Diddy style into Miss Moon the Brooklyn Geechee. This blog is basically all about me and my life. I call it the rantings, ramblings and revelations of your average Brooklyn Geechee.
I have a lot of interests, and I admittedly get a bit dorky about them. So this blog will be about music, movies, politics, tv, getting healthy, and as Lisa Jones dubbed her book Bulletproof Diva (a must read!)... tales of race, sex, and hair.
I hope you like it. And if not, I welcome constructive criticism.
My only rule is be nice or leave.
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