Ethan Stoller - BKAB lyrics

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Ethan Stoller - BKAB lyrics

Concerning non-violence--it is criminal to teach a man not to defend himself when he is the constant victim of brutal attacks. Mujhe kya pata Kahan main chali Sex and race--because they are easy, visible differences-- have been the primary ways of organizing human beings into superior and inferior groups and into the cheap labor on which this system still depends. We are talking about a society in which there will be no roles other than those chosen or those earned. We are really talking about humanism. Pardesi pardesi jaana nahin humein chhod ke Mujhe abhi to lage Abhi dil mera Oh, churaake dil mera Mujhe chhod ke Abhi to lage Kisi mod par Mujhe kya pata Oh, churaake dil mera Chali main chali In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no meer veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition! Pardesi pardesi jaana nahin humein chhod ke Mujhe abhi to lage Abhi dil mera Oh, churaake dil mera Mujhe chhod ke Abhi to lage Kisi mod par Mujhe kya pata Oh, churaake dil mera Chali main chali One of my reasons for going out on a limb as I have is to try and make white people be shocked, awake to some of their senses. Because if they don't awake they're gonna find out that this little Negro that they thought was pa**ive has become a roaring, uncontrollable lion right in, right at their doorst--not at their doorstep--inside their house, in their bed, in their kitchen, in their attic, in their basement. And if you know that in time you can do something about it. Bahaana koi Mujhe chhod ke Mujhe abhi to lage Abhi dil mera Oh, churaake dil mera Mujhe chhod ke Abhi to lage Kisi mod par Mujhe kya pata Oh, churaake dil mera Chali main chali The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V. Bahaana koi Mujhe chhod ke Mujhe abhi to lage Abhi dil mera Oh, churaake dil mera Mujhe chhod ke Abhi to lage Kisi mod par Mujhe kya pata Oh, churaake dil mera Chali main chali This is no simple reform. It really is a revolution.