Garaj Baras by Ali Azmat

(Official vid)

(Coke Studio version)

Thunder rainfall, monsoon come surrounding (x6)
See how on unexplored paths, the storm gathers.
Come, let's take enjoyment out of the fun, pleasurable season

Thunder rainfall, monsoon come surrounding (x2)
Come, come at last, my life, come at last.
If you wish, give me poison, or a prayer for living.
What a connection this is, breath to breath
If you hear, then give a shout in the drenched, wet atmosphere

Come...

This life is drowned in colours.
Ash-grey afternoons, it will never forget.
Some conversations should be from eyes, to eyes.
Love's light goes on burning, burns out.

Thunder rainfall, monsoon come surrounding (x4)

Come let's search together for a moment of happiness.
In the chest, what coals are blazing may blaze.
Thunder rainfall, monsoon come surrounding (x12)

Waqt by EP

People get something wrong about this group & it puts them off. Well, let me clarify.

EP is NOT a wannabe Linkin Park. The groups Entity and Paradigm met one day & got together, and EP is what came out of it. In my opinion, they have excellent music, and dude, you can actually understand the words...totally not Linkin Park's thing.

I feel like this song right now. I love how it goes severe and tough one moment, softly sad the next.. & also the combination of Urdu music, the traditional flutes, with rock/rap.


Translation:

This is how the story goes, in and out.
One minute you're there, the next time runs out.
It's a figure of speech, as a matter of fact. Did you ever really think about the time you had?
It's the grain that falls, every second that crawls, to the minute to the hour--till infinity recalls. It's a barricade of twigs, that’s really never there.
Did you ever really think that time even cares?

I have a feeling that I hadn't given it thought:
time was running out, I kept walking.
Even in the shadows, there was a light.
In that light, a house was aflame.

So then, my heart wept--so what?
Time breaks expectations--so what?
We are going to make our own goals.
We will make time our own.

Become, become, become... Whatever I wish it to be... Become, become, become...

Here's a little something that you really can think about:
the time that got left and time that ran out.
Keeping in mind what I left behind, my sanity, my soul brought down to a fine line.
The pain, the shame--too late to quit this game.
I can never change....cuz i'm one of a kind.
Even if I wanted to, I couldn't decide...cuz I never really had time on my side.

Kept stumbling, kept being steadied.
In that silence, I kept dying.
Hope was the shade I sought.
Dreams were what I thirsted for.

So then, my heart wept--so what?
Time breaks expectations--so what?
We are going to make our own goals.
We will own time.

The dust-cloud's stupor left us drunk.
The lanterns that the curtains fell upon didn't light up--nor did their flames die out.

The dust-cloud's stupor left us drunk. The lanterns that the curtains fell upon didn't light up--nor did their flames die out....

Become, become, become... Whatever I wish it to be. Become, become, become...Whatever I wish it to be. Whatever I wish it to be. Whatever I wish it to be.
Just what I want it to become.