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Times of the Turtledove
16:30
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The Boston Beat
03:40
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Crossing the Charles while I’m feeling the breeze blow
You gotta be cut from a certain cloth for these notes
Cuz these streets felt the soles from the soul we chose
Who packed in at Wally’s to jam all night and let the drinks flow
We was on the beach at 150 like a militia
Passin charts with lead smudges tween cigarette smoke the picture
Was like a Great Day in Harlem
But we was just classmates
Tryin to pass grades slidin on stage like cascades
I was there at Scullers
I was at the Middle East
I was livin on Mission Hill dodgin dealers and police
Now I’m with my mans Mehmet and all these vets on this release
Livin lovely loopin licks life’s lavish leveled up lease
How bout a hand for the band now?
Bartender fill the drinks
And show your love for the sound providers with applause and klinks
Anat the flyest out of Tel Aviv since the diamond
She get down on the clarinet and rock with perfect timin
Berklee alum part of Artemis MD’d Newport Jazz
Please hit ‘Em with a taste and show ‘em what ya have
His name is Miguel one of the illest saxophonists
from Puerto Rico in any band he’s a prime component
Founded Caravana Cultural as a way to give back
I think he got a lil more yo Miguel where ya at??
Antonio’s a bad hombre nice on the traps
One of Mexico City’s finest set him loose on the track
My man Mehmet’s the orchestrator the truth like Sojourner
came from Turkey to Boston and went from Chopin to Joe Turner
rediscovered his roots through the long neck flute and Zurna
Now he bout to ring off and push the whole gang further
We gon swag on ‘em
We gon shine on ‘em
We gon repeat in that order every time on ‘em
You know the name of that sound we found in the north east
Bumpin in the streets
Boston Beat
This is the Boston Beat
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Estarabim
07:41
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ESTARABIM
Çok memleketler gezdim
Neler gördüm görmedim
Şu kocaman dünyada
Senin gibi görmedim
Böyle bir yar istemem
İstesem de istemem
Güller bitti dilimde
Nasıl diyeyim bilmem
Estarabim estarabim
Sağdan soldan estarabim
Ateş olmayan yerde
Duman tütmezmiş derler
Zaman zaman halini
Bir görseler gülerler
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I have traveled far and wide
I have seen all kinds of things
In this whole wide world
I didn’t see anyone like you
I don’t want no such lover
Even when I feel like it, I still don’t want one
Roses grew on my tongue
I don’t know how else to say it
Estarabim estarabim
To the right, to the left estarabim
Where there is no fire
They say there is no smoke
From time to time if they were to see
They’d laugh at how you are
Translation by Mehmet Ali Sanlıkol
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La ilahe illallah There is no god but God
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I have been after a touch of eternity
in my small world, in some corner,
I’ve been often defeated by my humanity,
and the duality which is the hardest of all
So I’ve built a house for you to face
for I’ve been told all I need is my heart, Friend
Mihmandar oldum ben Allah’a, Hak Dost
(I've become God's host, o Friend)
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