Genius azelyrics.net.ru Lyrics

Genius azelyrics.net.ru .Lyrics

Mt. Joy – Us Lyrics

Love for heaven, love for satan, neither’s worth the conversation
When everyone is just swinging in the dark
When every river’s over run I’ll swim across my parents lawn
And wonder how we argue till we’re gone
So sing for me that golden key, the one that would remind me
Of deeply falling for you
A smile is worth a kingdom come when love is but a siren song
It hit me like a brick and then it’s gone

So sing to me sweetly, don’t apologize for what you had to do
A 35 a photograph, it’s grainy but I see your laugh
In that ancient summer sunburn where our love was born
And everything was perfect but you were staring at the surface
And I always got the feeling you’d start digging
Love for heaven, love for satan, neither’s worth a conversation
I just hope you get where you belong in the siren song

Amir Tataloo – Az Panjere Bebin Biroono Lyrics

یه شب کمرنگ و تاریک و سرد
تو بیا همدم یه کاری کن
شدی یه دیوونه ی طرد
هنو به قبلا دچاری چون
یه تغییر لازمه واست
که تاثیر داره هر نگاه بد رو هر تار موهات
یادمه من زیر زنجیری که بافتم رو سرت
میشستم و هر تار موت میشد واسم
یه پروانه تو باد
یادمه هر دونه اشکت واسه من انبوه غم بود
اما امروز تو ازم بیزار پریم از اندوه و کمبود
یادمه هر روز یه برنامه ی خوب هر روز یه دیدار
ولی امروز دوریم از هم فقط عکست رو دیوار
از پنجره ببین بیرونو که چه دوری از مقصدم
از پنجره ببین بیرونو
از پنجره ببین بیرونو همه رویاها یخ زدن
هنوز هر جا که میری بهونمو میگیری
نمیتونی اینو انکار کنی داری بی من میمیری
هنو روزی هزار بار تو روز عکسامو میبینی
هنو آرامش غیر بغل من هر جا میری نی
یه رمزی داره آغوشم پره از عشق و من فواره ها توشم
من بی تو یه چمن زار خاموشم
پر از پروانه ها تو شمع بیا برگرد بزار خوب شم
از پنجره ببین بیرونو که چه دوری از مقصدم
از پنجره ببین بیرونو
از پنجره ببین بیرونو همه رویاها یخ زدن

از پنجره ببین بیرونو
بیا از تو چشام ببین تومو بسه از بیرون حرف زدن
ببین چطور اعضای بدنم قلبمو پس زدن
از پنجره ببین بیرونو
از پنجره ببین بیرونو

Foy Vance – Thank You For Asking Lyrics

You bit into watermelon
Juices dripped down off your chin to your delight
Never dreamed that it could be so ripe
And taste just like a little slice of heaven

Then you picked up your napkin
And you tapped it on your mouth from side to side
Never dreamed that such an act could drive my senses wild
I wished I was watermelon

Or any other kind of fruit
You’d consume
Dragon, grape or passion
Oh yes, I’m feeling fine my dear
But thank you for asking

We talked all through the morning
And we kissed right from the early afternoon
Till the sun set on a sea so blue, replaced by the moon
And music for dancing

And in the wee small hours
Me and you, stuck like glue
Lost in our romancing
Oh yes, I’m feeling fine my dear
But thank you for asking

Come the morning and we’ll begin again
I’ll kiss your skin
With an educated fashion
Oh yes, I’m feeling fine my dear
But thank you for asking

Cupcakke – Discounts Lyrics

Yeah, must not want me to have to ask
Niggas want smoke, I pass the gas
Milkin’ this shit like half and half
Two nights of the Drac’, that’s back to back
I had a nigga that text my phone like "Bae, get ready, go pack a bag"
Said he on his way, in the back of the cab, I said "Hold on, I have to laugh" (Hahahaha)
On the gang, niggas broke as hell, ain’t doing well, straight buffing
I’m cupcakKe, but I’ll muff a bitch so motherf*ckers just call me "Muffins" (Brrra)
Couple bitches claimin’ they want smoke ’til I pull up with the Dutches
Come around, screamin’ "Ten toes down", be the same bitches with crutches
Yeah, bitch, no, I’m not feelin’ ya
f*ck 12, no pedophilia
Keep a bank with me like Azealia
On the verse, then I’m billy, yeah
Nigga thought he was gettin’ ass
If you show cash, just throw bread
But I think the f*ck not… like Cardi forehead!
Underrated but I know they hate it and ain’t no debating that I’m elevating
Ever since I made it, niggas that I dated acting aggravated, ’cause I’m fragulated
You send ten bands for a verse back but your verse whack so I got you waiting
And every time I send a verse back, they on thin ice ’cause they know I’m skating
And that bitch is lurking on Instagram, tryna find out where my wealth bouncin’
Same bitches walkin’ in Walmart to get free shit in self-checkout
Let it marinate, give it ten seconds
Different L’s, just different lessons
Now this nigga wanna share blessings ’cause the p*ssy tighter than a pair of leggings
I’m cool, nigga, I’m good, nigga
I’m so damn straight
Put a nigga in quarantine when he see the chopper, make ’em don’t leave gate

And when I need that Birkin bag, don’t go in stores, I call up Trey
And you know I stomp the yard in this bitch, when I make wine from the grapes

‘Cause I got discounts on discounts
If you think that I’m soft
And it’s that big discount, bitch
Knockin’ half your shit off
I got discounts on discounts
If you think that I’m soft
Chopper go "Boom, boom, boom, boom"
Knockin’ half your shit off

I need an umbrella
Bitch this drip, drop (What else?)
We in Bora Bora
Takin’ drip trips
I’m in the Rolls Royce
You in a Lyft, Lyft (Skrr)
I heard your album
I just skip, skip
That shit was weak as hell
On the [?]
So fly like Tinkerbell
Foreign [?] my English fail
You out bein’ a hoe, while I’m pickin’ up dough
It look like my pizza fell
Travellin’ from dick to dick
Might as well go get your visa mailed (Hahaha)
I’m on that gang shit
Blow out your brains bitch
I had your family holdin’ up signs, like "Say his name, bitch" (On God)
Don’t get too anxious
‘Cause shit get dangerous
This bitch didn’t wax my eyebrows right, went out with a bang, bitch
You are a nobody with nobodies
And you shaped with no body (God damn)
Gon’ make a nigga put a date on me, yeah call him Yo Gotti
My whips got horsepowers, so I might as well pick a Megan for hotties
Bitch got bars and love [?] Did I drop soap? Yeah, probably

‘Cause I got discounts on discounts
If you think that I’m soft
And it’s that big discount, bitch
Knockin’ half your shit off
I got discounts on discounts
If you think that I’m soft
Chopper go "Boom, boom, boom, boom"
Knockin’ half your shit off

Bankrol Hayden – Drop A Tear Lyrics (feat. Lil Baby)

[Chorus: Bankrol Hayden]
I almost dropped a tear for you, uh
I always throw my pain on you (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
My head went straight up, we confused
So many times that we’ve been traded, we’ve been used
But I can’t move on, you know the news had me dropped
We’ve come too far, you know we come from the jungle
Can’t move on, you know the news had me dropped
‘Cause we’ve come too far, you know we come from the jungle

[Verse 1: Bankrol Hayden]
Uh, like I ain’t trippin’
I was caught up in your ways
I’m tryna put on for my brothers, that’s my focus nowadays
Like now I’m trippin’
‘Cause you was leavin’ anyway
And your emotions out of place
I never thought that you would change, I swear
Shit so real, I got the chills
I done made this shit so real
Made some money out this deal
Finna pay my momma bills
For my brothers I drill
Spin up, I brought no chill
Get jammed up, we gon’ see who real
In the hospital bed, I was poppin’ them pills, yeah, yeah
Me and you ain’t close, as we just used to be
Used to be
People hit me up, but I ain’t used to it
Family askin’ favors ’cause I got some money now
When I get that money all these bitches actin’ funny now

[Chorus: Bankrol Hayden]
I almost dropped a tear for you, uh
I always throw my pain on you (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
My head went straight up, we confused
So many times that we’ve been traded, we’ve been used
But I can’t move on, you know the news had me dropped
We’ve come too far, you know we come from the jungle
Can’t move on, you know the news had me dropped
‘Cause we’ve come too far, you know we come from the jungle

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Baby
Told the dealer, got the best appeal lawyer in Georgia
I’ma get it for you
Cookin’ up them meals, make sure I eat
You know I tear for you
Can’t believe no meal to turn sour
I would’ve killed for you
Left me at lowest, I can’t even say I still love you
I’m the type to tell lil’ bro “Don’t shoot”
He gon’ still bust you
Comin’ up, my life was hard
Fat daddy died, we was still in the car
He just did a five, make you doin’ time again
I can’t lose, no, so I gotta win
I love my dawgs, I ain’t gotta friend
Woo ’bout to touch down, he just did ten
Back on the wall, how the f*ck I’ma fall?
When I stand on my team, do you understand?
Buckin’ the law, give a f*ck ’bout your plan
When I hop out my car, my gun in my hand
Niggas switch up and I don’t even know why, it’s so many shit I don’t understand
I can’t drop no tears now
I’ve been cold for some years now

[Chorus: Bankrol Hayden]
I almost dropped a tear for you, uh
I always throw my pain on you (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
My head went straight up, we confused
So many times that we’ve been traded, we’ve been used
But I can’t move on, you know the news had me dropped
We’ve come too far, you know we come from the jungle
Can’t move on, you know the news had me dropped
‘Cause we’ve come too far, you know we come from the jungle

[Outro: Bankrol Hayden]
I almost dropped a tear for you, uh
I always throw my pain on you (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
My head went straight up, we confused
So many times that we’ve been traded, we’ve been used

Dissidenten – Fata Morgana Lyrics

Silnaakum ?alaa Sfaa ?alaa Halaa khanha dfaa
Silnaakum ?alaa Sfaa ?alaa Halaa khanha dfaa
Fi Hwab shkhiirkum TaalaH
Hwab shkhiirkum TaalaH
Fi Hwab shkhiirkum TaalaH
Hwab shkhiirkum TaalaH

Tlabnaa kum haatuu shifaa idwaa’ fii idi hlijifaa
Tlabnaa kum haatuu shifaa idwaa’ fii idi hlijifaa
Tahba bil jaralHas saama’
Bil jaralHas saama’
Tahba bil jaralHas saama’
Bil jaralHas saama’

MiSbaahak nuuruu Tfaa yaa la’maa ?aqalinaa Hfaa
MiSbaahak nuuruu Tfaa yaa la’maa ?aqalinaa Hfaa
Tilfinaa wad diniaas waaia’

Wad diniaas waaia’
Tilfinaa wad diniaas waaia’
Wad diniaas waaia’

Tklam bikduub u hifaa ?abdi khidmuhi shirfa
Tklam bikduub u hifaa ?abdi khidmuhi shirfa
Yaakul Saabat kul zaara’
Saabat kul zaara’
Yaakul Saabat kul zaara’
Saabat kul zaara’

Silnaa kum haatuu ha Sifaa fii Haala Zurfhaa tilfa
Silnaa kum haatuu ha Sifaa fii Haala Zurfhaa tilfa
YaHlaf min huu Taama’
Min huu Taama’
YaHlaf min huu Taama’
Min huu Taama’

Tismuu irzaqna bilhfa wiHnaa anshuufuu brrija fir’uun maa

Stefan Raab – Wir Kiffen! Lyrics

[Strophe 1]
Hier riecht es komisch, das ist weil (wir kiffen)
Und manchmal kommt die Polizei
Ich bau’ mir jetzt mal so’n Teil
Das finden die bestimmt auch geil

[Hook]
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Oh oh, na begriffen?

[Strophe 2]
(Auch Boris Beck…, achso, noch nicht… Tschuldigung, zu früh!)
Auch Boris Becker, das macht Mut
War nur auf Gras so richtig gut
Und auch das Kind von Steffi Graf
Schläft nach dem kiffen richtig brav
Ich sag dir, Dieter Thomas Heck
Hat stets ne Tüte im Gepäck
Und aus Berlin Klaus Wowereit
Ist nicht nur schwul, sondern auch breit — “Und das ist auch gut so, liebe Genossinen und Genossen”

[Hook]
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Na begriffen?

[Strophe 3]
Angela Merkels Blick von weit
Sieht aus, als wär die auch schon breit
Und Friedrich Merz von der Union
Der klaut das Zeug bei seinem Sohn
Und Helmut Markwort, der vom Focus
Der dampft schon morgens auf’m Lokus
Und auch der schöne Mehmet Scholl
Ist sehr bekannt beim deutschen Zoll

[Hook]
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Na begriffen?

[Strophe4]
-Ma? ma?, ey stop, stop, stop, stop!
Ma? ma? aus, ma? ma? Musik aus
Ma? mal Musik aus. Pscht, pscht, pscht!
Wiss? ihr, ich hab was gehort irgendwie
Ma? mal Fenster auf, tu, tu d? s Zeug weg!
Tu d’s Zeugs weg, ich weiß nicht, was das war!
Po?, Polizei, oder wat!
Ha, ha, ha, ha, reingelegt!

Da Ha’m wa’ aba noch mal Gluck gehabt…

Auch bei der Bundeswehr, der Spies
Verkauft das aller größte Piece
Und der Grund fur Rudolf Scharpings Speed
Ist aller, allerfeinstes Weed
Es haut Sabine Christiansen
Sich auch mal gerne ein’ in Pansen
Man nennt korrekt der Edmund Stoiber
In Fachkreisen nur den Betäuber

[Hook]
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Oh oh, na begriffen?

[Strophe 5 – Gtarrensolo]
-So, ich hatte da ein? Vorschlag zu m…
Meine Damen und Herren, an der Gitarre: Bruno Santana!
(Gitarrensolo)
…da hat der Bruno aber Lunte gerochen!
Da wird der Herr Santana aber sauer, wenn er das hört hier!

[Hook]
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Na begriffen?

[Strophe 6]
-Hat hier ah hier, hat hier einer ein Heliumluftballon dabei?
-Ja, ich!
-Okay…1,2,3
Und auch der Buntspecht drauß im Wald
Ist Tag und Nacht nur zugeknallt
Sogar das Zebra und das Gnu
Sind schon am Morgen völlig zu
Und nicht zuletzt Rudi Carell
Ist Chef vom Coffee-Shop Kartell
Und auch der Haifisch an den Riffen
Sagt gerne mal: Hallo!? beim Kiffen

[Hook]
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Oh oh, na begriffen?

[Strophe 7]
Oh, scheiße, ah, schalt um…

Auch Martin Schmitt kommt ohne Pflanze
Auch nicht so richtig von der Schanze
Und Rudi Völler lasst auf Reisen
Auch gerne mal die Tüte kreisen
Und kaum zu glauben, Kaiser Franz
Streut sich das Zeug auf seinen …
Fur Dieter Baumann ist’s zu spät
Der raucht jetzt nur noch Blend-a-Med

[Hook]
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Dadadada… wir kiffen

Dadadada… wir kiffen
Na begriffen?

[Strophe 8 – Steeldrum Solo]
-So, ist Zeit wieder, wieder Zeit fur’n Solo, jetzt, oder?
Ist Zeit fur’n Solo, oder?
Steel Drum? Steel Drum Solo!
…la la la…

(Steel Drum Solo)

Was los? Bleib hier!
So scheiße ist das auch nicht! Jetzt bleib hier!
Das ist nicht so scheiße!

Refrain, Refrain!

[Hook]
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Na begriffen?

[Strophe 9]
-Hallo! Seit ihr noch, seit ihr noch, da?
-Jaa…!

Auch Dieter Bohlen schreibt nen Song
Nur ganz, ganz selten ohne Bong
Selbst Doktor Helmut Karasek
Knallt taglich zwanzig Kilo weg
Bei Toni Marshall ist es klar
Der raucht sogar sein eig’nes Haar
Und auch im Bundestag ist’s Brauch
Und alle zieh’n an Rezzo’s Schlauch

[Hook]
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Na begriffen?

[Strophe 10]
So, ha’m wir, ha’m wir schon was zu RTL wir müssen mal
Was zu RTL sagen auch, oder?
Von RTL der Hansi Maar
Bestellt sein Zeug in Sansibar
Und auch der nette Klöppels’s Peter
Ist freiberuflich Stoffvertreter
Und auch der böse Taliban
Steckt sich mal gerne einen an
Jedoch der aller großte Nehmer
Ist selbstverstandlich Heiner Brehmer

[Hook]
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Na begriffen?

[Strophe 11]
Auch Peter Maffay findet’s fein
Doch er ist zum Kiffen noch zu klein

-Hast du ein Problem?
Hallo, Freunde, hallo Freunde! Ich würde gerne auch mal ziehen
-Nein, du bist zu klein
Ich kann dich gar nicht seh’n, wo bist du denn?
-Ich bin hier!
-Wo, hier?
-Naja, ich stehe direkt vor dir!
-Bist du wieder von der Teppichkante gefallen?
…und hast dir beide Beine gebrochen
-Aber ha’m sie schon mit’m Zahnstocher geschient. …nix passiert!

[Hook]
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Und Peter Maffay ist zu klein

[Strophe 12]
-Hast du noch wat da?
-Was?
-Wat zu futtern!
-Was zu essen? (-Ja)
Ich hab noch, ah… (-Ich hab so Bock auf Pommes!) …kalt, kalte Ravioli noch
Von gestern. (-Jaa, geil!)
-Und, ah, Kakao

-Wer hat Bock, ‘ne Runde Tischtennis zu spielen?
-Mach, ma?!
-Tischtennis?
-Ja, Runde, Rundlauf jetzt
-Ja, ok, komm. … Gut du gibst
-Quiet, please!

[Hook]
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Dadadada…

[Strophe 13 – Gitarrensolo]
Bruno! Bruno, gib noch ma? Gas, hier!
Meine Damen und Herren, an der Gitarre:
Bruno Santana!

(Gitarrensolo)

[Hook]
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Oh oh, na begriffen?
-One, two, one, two!
-Check it out!
-Hip Hop!

(Gelächter)

[Hook]
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Dadadada… wir kiffen
Dadadada…

-Jetzt hab ich die Halfte vom Text nicht unter gekriegt! Egal!
-Man muss auch, loslassen
-Muss auch…
Moment! Einen hab ich noch, einen hab ich noch!
Moment, pass? auf! Jetzt!

Da lob’ ich mir den Stefan Raab, (-Wieso?)
Der lehnt das Kiffen strengstens ab!

Co Shu Nie – Supercell Lyrics

僕をつくる機械からいつも雷鳴のような音が鳴り響いていた
身体を引き裂く稲妻

産まれた僕はただ仕分けされていく
キレイにラッピングされて【少数派】と貼られるのだ

包装紙とリボンで結ばれたって
生きてる自覚は絶やさずに燃やすの

体まで焦がすような稲妻が跡を落とす
その時を待っている 今

Hook hook ≒ echo
Supercell

知らない誰かにとって都合のいい情報に操作されて生きるつもりはないな
カテゴライズされていくごとに心が名前に縛られてはいない?

答えはいらないの 僕はなにものでもない
はりつめたただの混沌

もう おだまり
傍観者はいらん

カミナリを撃てよ君の心に
世界に順応してやるものか

答えはいらないの 僕は何者でもない
もがいてるただの混沌でいたい

Hook hook ≒ echo

心を解き放つ雷鳴を響かせる
その時はすぐそこだ 身体を引き裂け稲妻

Hook hook ≒ echo
Supercell

Locksley – Black Ajax Lyrics

I got my sunlight laughs and my moonlight grins
And the ladies like whiskey and the boys drop gins
When all the mas and the pas tell ’em please to go away
And when all the motherf***ers were coming out to play

That’s when I’m rollin’ in, rollin’ in
You hear me rollin’ in, rollin’ in
You see me rollin’ in, rollin’ in
You feel me rollin’ in, rollin’ in

All the fellas call my name and the girlies pull my hair
They like my ties and my shoes and f*** ’em if they dare, now
Scream it loud if you can, lookin’ lookin’ mighty fine
The way you move, shake your head, lick your lips, now they’re on me

‘Cos now I’m rollin’ in, rollin’ in
You hear me rollin’ in, rollin’ in
You see me rollin’ in, rollin’ in
You feel me rollin’ in, rollin’ in

(Up on?) my heads and my toes, my skins and my bones
And the whole earth shakes from the rattle of your moans
And when the sunlight laughs and the moon comes in
You’re desperate, my lady, when you hear me rollin’ in

Rollin’ in, rollin’ in
You hear me rollin’ in, rollin’ in
You see me rollin’ in, rollin’ in
You feel me rollin’ in, rollin’ in

Rollin’ in, rollin’ in

Two Door Cinema Club – Too Much Coffee Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Monday’s no good, can we leave it ’til another day?
I’ve got other things on my mind
And now we wait, and now we wait
And now we wait, and now we wait
It’s not a problem, I’ve just got a lot to think about
It won’t be long ’til we forget it
Just now we wait, and now we wait
And now we wait, and now we wait

[Chorus]
It’s not the end of the world as we know it
Take your ticket, have a seat and wait until it’s over
‘Cause I think you’ve been drinking too much coffee
To relax and enjoy the people singing

[Verse 2]
I could be seeing all the people that I want to
But an inconvenience just came up
I’ll have to wait, I’ll have to wait
I’ll have to wait, I’ll have to wait
Don’t want an answer, it’s a question to be left unspoken

Don’t you wanna know what I’ve got?
You’ll have to wait, you’ll have to wait
You’ll have to wait, you’ll have to wait

[Chorus]
It’s not the end of the world as we know it
Take your ticket, have a seat and wait until it’s over
‘Cause I think you’ve been drinking too much coffee
To relax and enjoy the people singing
It’s not the end of the world as we know it
Take your ticket, have a seat and wait until it’s over
‘Cause I think you’ve been drinking too much coffee
To relax and enjoy the people singing

[Outro]
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Mt. Joy – Become Lyrics

Your strange isn’t awake yet, I hope it is just sleeping in
I was over the moon when you said all was possible
And I’m all signed up for the circus life in the flickering light
Of a backstage birthday we’re singing in the hallway and we’re drinking like we’re scared

Ohh no touch
Ohh touch

Your strange is not awake yet, I hope it’s just sleeping in
I need someone to celebrate the wins
I need someone to share this with
Don’t spend your whole life wondering why this ain’t no normal life

Said you want to have a daughter, said you want to be a part of this big world

Asaf Avidan – The Labyrinth Song Lyrics

Evening rises, darkness threatens to engulf us all
But there’s a moon above it’s shining and I think I hear a call
It’s just a whisper through the trees, my ears can hardly make it out
But I can hear it in my heart, vibrating strong as if she shouts

Oh Ariadne, I am coming, I just need to work this maze inside my head
I came here like you asked, I killed the beast, that part of me is dead
Oh Ariadne, I just need to work this maze inside my head
If only I’d have listened to you when you offered me that thread

Everything is quiet and I’m not exactly sure
If it really was your voice I heard or maybe it’s a door
That’s closing up some hero’s back, on his track to be a man
Can it be that all us heroes have a path but not a plan?

Oh Ariadne, I’m coming, I just need to work this maze inside my mind
I wish I had that string, it’s so damn dark, I think I’m going blind
Oh Ariadne, I just need to work this maze inside my mind
For the life of me I don’t remember what I came to find

Now tell me princess are you strolling through your sacred grove?

And is the moon still shining? You’re the only thing I’m thinking of
The sword you gave me, it was heavy, I just had to lay it down
It’s funny how defenseless I can feel here when there’s nobody around

Oh Ariadne, I’m coming, I just need to work this maze inside my heart
I was blind, I thought you’d bind me, but you offered me a chart
Oh Ariadne, I just need to work this maze inside my heart
If I’d known that you could guide me, I’d have listened from the start

Somewhere up there there midnight strikes, I think I hear the fall
Of little drops of water, magnified against the barren wall
It’s more a feeling than a substance, but there’s nobody around
And when I’m in here all alone, it’s just enough to let me drown

Oh Ariadne, I was coming, but I failed you in this labyrinth of my past
Oh Ariadne, let me sing you, and we’ll make each other last
Oh Ariadne, I have failed you in this labyrinth of my past
Oh Ariadne, let me sing you, and we’ll make each other last

24hrs – Number4 Lyrics

Yeah
12AM in ATL, I’m laid up at the doubletree
Ashley and Stephanie keep sayin’ that they lovin’ me
I like bitches that get money, I guess I am picky
Told her can kiss on me ’cause I can’t get no hickey
I f*ck with the ass, but I like titties, boy like 2Chainz
I got fifty thousand, I won’t f*ck it off in blue flames
I want permanent teeth, so I can feel like Stunna
I bought Birkens for my bitch, so I can feel like Gunna
She want brand new Dior, she said, "Can she get the runners?"
I feel that she been loyal, she might make it to the summer

What you keep blowin’ up my number for?
You at Mickey D’s, you want a number 4, oh
This thing is spacey, you ain’t drove the Wraithy, oh
f*cked this little thing that work at Macy’s, eww (Yeah)
What you keep blowin’ up my number for?
You at Mickey D’s, you want a number 4, oh
This thing is spacey, you ain’t drove the Wraithy, oh
f*cked this little thing that work at Macy’s, eww (Yeah)

Then we hit the Waffle House

Twenty sauce ya bitch, she run the Waffle House (Waffle House)
I f*cked you and your friend, hell you talking bout? (Talking bout)
40 Glock like DJ, uh, it walk ’em out (Walk ’em out)
12AM in ATL, yeah we kiki (Yeah, we kiki)
She got that lil condo right out Peachtree (right out Peachtree)
Rollie on me, I feel just like Big Meech (Like Big Meech)
All these percs gon’ f*ck up lil kidneys (My kidneys)
The way I smoke the GT, need a chimney
I’ve been mixin’ red with the simply
I just got some head in the Bentley
I just got some head in the Bentley

What you keep blowin’ up my number for?
You at Mickey D’s, you want a number 4, oh
This thing is spacey, you ain’t drove the Wraithy, oh
f*cked this little thing that work at Macy’s, eww (Yeah)
What you keep blowin’ up my number for?
You at Mickey D’s, you want a number 4, oh
This thing is spacey, you ain’t drove the Wraithy, oh
f*cked this little thing that work at Macy’s

Trout Fishing In America – We Weary Deer Lyrics

We weary deer live in fear, weary deer
For we fear that we hear the hunters near
With a tag for the toe of dear John and Jane Doe
Oh, no, we’re wary, weary deer

Hunt the moose or the goose, but please turn the poor deer loose
For our families would miss us if we’re not here
We stay up all the night in a terrible fright
Pity us, bleary, wary, weary deer

Oh, the foot of the hare brings good luck beyond compare
And the hair of the bear is more impressive
That space on your wall could use a nice trophy trout
Think about it, think about it

While we weary deer live in fear, weary deer

Hiding down in the deep, damp, dark, dank den, in the gloom
How we long for a day with the antelope to play
Oh, surely some sunshine shall shine soon

Hunt big game if you must, they’re more glamorous than us
Or a feast of feathered fowl is delicious
The elk stand so tall and so proud that they must
Present a target that’ll make you want to skip us

Steer clear of the deer, we live in fear, weary deer
For we fear that we hear the hunters near
With a tag for the toe of John Deere and Jane Doe
We’re leery, bleary, wary, weary deer

Yaeger – I Tried Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah
When you needed help with finding yourself
Then I had you solve
When you were alone and you needed friends
I gave you them all
Now you’re talking shit ’bout whatever I did
Guess I’ll be alone
Now you play yourself looking away
But I know you’re bored
I was the light burning your fire
Would I leave you alone
‘Cause you’re talking shit ’bout things I never did
Go be on your own

[Pre-Chorus]
And now I see you’re feeling bad, bad, bad about it
Don’t even care you’re feeling sad, sad, sad about it
Yeah, now you want me I ain’t gonna let you have it

[Chorus]
Now I’m glad you gave me up
I never wanna feel a nothing
No, you never believed in us
I tried, I tried, I tried
Now I’m glad you gave me up
I never wanna feel a nothing
No, you never believed in us
I tried, I tried, I tried

[Verse 2]
Yeah
When I wasn’t high spreading the vibes
Then you had me fall
Down in your pit where I wound up in bits
Then you carried me home
Now you’re talking shit ’bout things you never did for me
Go be on your own

[Pre-Chorus]
And now I see you’re feeling bad, bad, bad about it
Don’t even care you’re feeling sad, sad, sad about it
Yeah, now you want me I ain’t gonna let you have it

[Chorus]
Now I’m glad you gave me up
I never wanna feel a nothing
No, you never believed in us
I tried, I tried, I tried
Now I’m glad you gave me up
I never wanna feel a nothing
No, you never believed in us
I tried, I tried, I tried

[Bridge]
I tried (I tried), I tried (I tried), I tried (I tried, I tried)
I tried (I tried), I tried (I tried), I tried (I tried, I tried)
I tried (I tried), I tried (I tried), I tried (I tried, I tried)
I tried (I tried), I tried, I tried (I tried, I tried)

[Chorus]
Now I’m glad you gave me up
I never wanna feel a nothing
No, you never believed in us
I tried, I tried, I tried
Now I’m glad you gave me up
I never wanna feel a nothing
No, you never believed in us
I tried, I tried, I tried

[Outro]
Now I’m glad you gave me up
You never believed in us
I tried, I tried
I tried (I tried, I tried)

Grupo Innovacion – Medias Negras Lyrics

Lo primero que mire
Nomas al cruzar las puerta
Aquel hermoso par de piernas
Cubiertas con medias negras

Desde el banco de la barra
Lanzaba miradas tiernas
Prometiendo con sus ojos
Noches de pasion eternas

Era una mujer extraña
Se veia cara su ropa
Me acerque y le dije hola
Puedo invitarte una copa

Ella dijo al cantinero
Un champaña por favor
Y yo dije a mi un telquila
Pero que sea del mejor

Ella llebaba medias negras
De eso bien me acuerdo yo
Cuando le dije bailamos
Dijo claro porque no

Su cuerpo pegado al mio

La sangre me alvoroto
Y despues de dos canciones
En la boca me beso

Alla en un hotel de paso
Las negras medias volaron
Tambien volaron mis ancias
Y en su cuerpo aterrizaron

En sublime comunion
Nuestros cuerpos se juntaron
Quisimos amarnos mas
Pero las fuerzas nos faltaron

Desperte como a las nueve
No se a que hora se marcho
Solo aye las medias negras
Que me dejo en el buro

La he buscado en aquel bar
Pero ella nunca volvio
Me dejo sus medias negras
Pero mi alma se llebo

Phil Good – Everything’s Good Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Honestly
There’s a little part of me that wants to wake up
And be a better me
I tried a bit of therapy, it wasn’t enough

[Pre-Chorus]
I used to think that growing up
I could be anything
Yeah, I said
I used to think that growing up
I could be anything

[Chorus]
But I didn’t get smarter like mama said
‘Cause I didn’t go to college like all my friends
And I still don’t have a dollar to pay my rent
But everything’s good, yeah, everything’s good

[Verse 2]
Equality
I just want to feel the way that everyone should
Yeah, aren’t you proud of me? (proud of me, proud of me)
I can fake a smile just like you said that I would
Oh, yeah (oh, yeah)

[Pre-Chorus]
I used to think that growing up
I could be anything

[Chorus]
But I didn’t get smarter like mama said
‘Cause I didn’t go to college like all my friends
And I still don’t have a dollar to pay my rent
But everything’s good, yeah, everything’s good
And I can barely focus for ten minutes
And I guess nobody noticed when I was six
Yeah, I’m a little broken and can’t be fixed
But everything’s good, yeah, everything’s good

[Chorus]
But I didn’t get smarter like mama said
‘Cause I didn’t go to college like all my friends
And I still don’t have a dollar to pay my rent
But everything’s good, yeah, everything’s good
And I can barely focus for ten minutes
And I guess nobody noticed when I was six
Yeah, I’m a little broken and can’t be fixed
But everything’s good, yeah, everything’s good

Locksley – Let It Ride Lyrics

Johnny don’t say goodbye
Johnny do as he like
Johnny, hey man, alright
He say, “Hey man, alright”

Let it ride
Let it ride
Let it
‘Cause if it moves you, it moves you

Let it ride
Let it ride
Let it
‘Cause if it moves you, it moves you

Johnny don’t walk away
Johnny he like to stay
He say, “Hey man, okay”
Oh Johnny, oh Johnny
Go Johnny go

Let it ride
Let it ride
Let it
‘Cause if it moves you, it moves you

Let it ride
Let it ride
Let it
‘Cause if it moves you, it moves you

One for the money
Two for the show
Three to get ready
Four to go

One for the money
Two for the show
Three to get ready, alright
Four, go get dead

Let it ride
Let it ride
Let it
‘Cause if it moves you, it moves you

Let it ride
Let it ride
Let it
‘Cause if it moves you, it moves you

Let it ride
Let it ride
Let it
‘Cause if it moves you, it moves you

Let it ride
Let it ride
Let it
‘Cause if it moves you, it moves you

Mt. Joy – Strangers Lyrics

Well I guess I’ll have to fall in love with strangers
Go ride through New York City like I’m famous
And if our lives don’t work then we can change ’em
Lord knows we’ll change, love will rearrange us, like

If you want freedom, you better free someone
Better not run when I’m hanging on, like
If you want freedom, you better free someone
Better not run when I’m blind

Cause I am over you, I am over you
And I am over you, I am over you
I am over you, and I am over you
Flesh wound, little flesh wound

I guess I’ll have to fall in love with strangers
Go ride through New York City like I’m famous
And I did not want our love to be erased, but
Lord knows we chased it, love just rearranged us

I’m everything I thought I was, even if I don’t have much
My blue side, my fire eyes, my heart keeps me in the fight, like
If you want freedom, you better free someone
Better not run when I’m blind

Cause I am over you, I am over you
And I am over you, I am over you
I am over you, and I am over you
Flesh wound, little flesh wound

Solo, other side now
I will be alright
Solo, other side now
I will be alright

I guess I’ll have to fall in love with strangers
Go ride through New York City like I’m famous
And I did not want our love to be erased, but
Lord knows we chased it, love just rearranged us

Monster Truck – Sweet Mountain River Lyrics

Sweet mountain river, come take me away
Way out west of the prairies, is where I’m gonna stay
Sweet mountain river, I’m gonna make you my home
Because you fill me with that sweet sweet joy
And I’m never gonna leave you alone

I, Haven’t felt home, In this city, For so long
For so long yeah (x2)

Sweet mountain woman, I’m gonna take you with me
I’m gonna give you everything you want,

And you’re never gonna wanna leave
Sweet mountain woman, I’m gonna show you my way
I’m gonna see you at the break of dawn,
I’m gonna see you when the light goes away

I, Haven’t felt home, In this city, For so long

(Solo)

I, Haven’t felt home, In this city, For so long (x4)

For so long yeah (x4)

Pat Benatar – Hit Me With Your Best Shot Lyrics

Well you’re the real tough cookie with a long history
Of breaking little hearts, like the one in me
That’s okay let’s see how you do it
Put up your dukes, let’s get down to it

Hit me with your best shot
Why don’t you hit me with your best shot?
Hit me with your best shot
Fire away

You come on with a come on, you don’t fight fair
But that’s okay, see if I care
Knock me down, it’s all in vain
I’ll get right back up on my feet again

Hit me with your best shot
Why don’t you hit me with your best shot?

Hit me with your best shot
Fire away

Well you’re a real tough cookie with a long history
Of breaking little hearts, like the one in me
Before I put another notch in my lipstick case
You better make sure you put me in my place

Hit me with your best shot
Come on, hit me with your best shot
Hit me with your best shot
Fire away

Hit me with your best shot
Why don’t you hit me with your best shot?
Hit me with your best shot
Fire away

Heritage Singers – Gettin’ Ready Lyrics

I want to move from this world of fear
Kinda getting tired of living here
I want to go home where the winds of sorrow never blow
Far from the shadow of the doom
Far from the sadness and the gloom
Want to go home with every man’s unfettered soul

Getting ready today
Moving out tomorrow
Gonna say good bye
To earthly sorrow
I’m looking for a mansion fair
I see the lights I’m almost there

I want to go home
When life is through
Moving up to heaven where dreams come true
I can get through just thinking about the glory we will share
Gonna see loved ones who are gone

Gonna see the king upon his throne
And never return to this old life when I get there

Getting ready today
Moving out tomorrow
Gonna say good bye
To earthly sorrow
I’m looking for a mansion fair
I see the lights I’m almost there

Getting ready today
Moving out tomorrow
Gonna say good bye
To earthly sorrow
I’m looking for a mansion fair
I see the lights I’m almost there

I see the lights I’m almost there
I see the lights I’m almost there
I see the lights I’m almost there

b639pvfxKk0 1497851102

Idk – Bulletproof Lyrics (feat. Denzel Curry & Maxo Kream)

FnZ, oh damn

First off, rest in peace to my dawgs
You can’t feel the pain inside of my heart
I was just a boy inside of the dark
I grew up and now I see through the fog
Think you bulletproof (Ayy) ’til my shooter shoot (Yuh)
Think you bulletproof (Ayy) ’til my shooter shoot (Yuh)
Think you bulletproof (Ayy) ’til my shooter shoot (Yuh)
Think you bulletproof (Ayy) ’til my shooter shoot

Please don’t make him pull up with that Draco (Brra, brra)
Aim it at your noggin, give you halo (Fly, fly)
Give him twenty bands under table (Right)
He gon’ paint his face like it’s Maco (Yeah)
The shooter, he on payroll (Okay)
I break it down like LEGO (Uh-huh)
That boy the type to spin the nigga block like a [?] (Right)
And you know he ain’t tellin’ (Yeah), he always been a felon (Felon)
His hammer got him dancin’ up and down like they Ellen, uh (Shh)
Now a nigga Margielin’, uh
New chain every time he send a nigga goin’ up to live in Heaven, uh
Four shots to the melon, uh
Circle back if he ain’t get him, uh
More shots, now he got him, uh
If you see a nigga talkin’, uh
Pop the trunk, is there a problem? Uh

First off, rest in peace to my dawgs
You can’t feel the pain inside of my heart

I was just a boy inside of the dark
I grew up and now I see through the fog
Think you bulletproof (Ayy) ’til my shooter shoot (Yuh)
Think you bulletproof (Ayy) ’til my shooter shoot (Yuh)
Think you bulletproof (Ayy) ’til my shooter shoot (Yuh)
Think you bulletproof (Ayy) ’til my shooter shoot

We all off the Matrix, Maxo, Young Dolph bulletproof
Trigger Maxo, Waka Flocka Draco choppa aim at you
This nigga actin’ like he trappin’, real-life cappin’, he a ho
For all that actin’, get to clappin’, shoot a nigga like B-roll
You niggas straight bitch, fake hard, handicap crip
Set trip, we gon’ reach hard, lil’ nigga only six
Can’t count, don’t know the alphabet but he could load a hundred clip up in the AR
Stevie Wonder, walk with sticks like Ray Charles

First off, rest in peace to my dawgs
You can’t feel the pain inside of my heart
I was just a boy inside of the dark
I grew up and now I see through the fog
Think you bulletproof (Ayy) ’til my shooter shoot (Yuh)
Think you bulletproof (Ayy) ’til my shooter shoot (Yuh)
Think you bulletproof (Ayy) ’til my shooter shoot (Yuh)
Think you bulletproof (Ayy) ’til my shooter shoot

Streets – Falling Down Lyrics (feat. Hak Baker)

Can’t fake the fizzle be it is in your skin
3 Rizla sheets to the wind
When you fail they rejoice
When you fail they rejoice
Falling down is an accident
Staying down is a choice

Took a little trip, slip, miss
Geezer this is it, misfits
See all the lip, check this
Geezer please me with all of it
Tequila at the bar last night
Reason why I look like flippin’ shit
Reason why I’m questioning all of it
Cause cor blimey she was fit
Took a little trip last year
What a brittle trip, rasp gear
Met about a baker’s dozen of cynical little pricks
Geezer this is me mate, and what you see mate
Is what you get, yep, no fantasy
I got my East End gang with me
A bunch of cunts in all honesty
The Monday will be solemn
Could do with a little trip to Holland or Tulum
But see me cash flow’s a travesty
And reason why I’m nickin’ these bag of peas
Oi oi oi

Can’t fake the fizzle be it is in your skin
3 Rizla sheets to the wind
When you fail they rejoice
When you fail they rejoice

Falling down is an accident
Staying down is a choice

She walked with me to the place
But she won’t let me try and act up
She talked shit to my face
But compliments me behind my back
Text messaging like I
Shoot from the hip in a western movie
Everyone who comes into your life
Is a blessing or a schooling
Fall in love with the girl who makes you love the guy that…

Under a little blem of weed
Just learning the ropes of it
Come to see the film, please
But don’t turn off your phone in it
When you fail they rejoice
When you fail they rejoice
Falling down is an accident
Staying down is a choice

Yo when we all fall we’ll be dead
Brown bread discomposed in the depths
Yo, falling down is an accident
But see staying down is for plebs
C’mon

Can’t fake the fizzle be it is in your skin
3 Rizla sheets to the wind
When you fail they rejoice
When you fail they rejoice
Falling down is an accident
Staying down is a choice

Mike Dreams – Work Day Lyrics (feat. Tha Rift)

(Chorus – Mike Dreams)

I ain’t really come to play with y’all, naw
I ain’t really come to play at all, naw
I’m on my job until they lay me off, huh
But first, they gotta pay me, dawg
Cuz everyday’s a workday, workday
Cuz everyday’s a workday, workday
Don’t even take off on my birthday, birthday
That’s cuz everyday’s a workday, workday

(Verse 1 – Mike Dreams)

Everyday I go to work
I’m out here grindin’
‘Til I’m in the dirt
Putting my time in
Or rhyming a verse
I need everything
That I’m worth
I got a daughter to feed
Know that she all that I need
And she depending on me
360 degrees
That’s by any means
I’m bodying beats
I’m punching the clock
Like I’m in the streets
And pumping the block
Ducking police
And dumping at opps
Cuz I’m on my beast
No matter the cost
I gotta eat
The life of a boss
‘Til rocks in my watch
When it’s time to floss
I got the gloss
The juice and the sauce
I whip it together
Like it’s in a pot, yeah
Either you get it or nah, yah
Either you it or not, yah
Hustle I get from my pops, yah
Learn how to flip it or flop, yah
24/7/365, I’ma pull up like I’m
Making a drop, ay
I’m never taking a loss
But that’s what you get when you
Aim for the top
Ballin, I been on my business
They callin’, I been on a mission
All of that show money’s cool
But I’m out here plottin’ on billions
‘Til money stack to the ceiling
‘Til it get higher than buildings
All these empires I’m building
Why not make a killing
While you make a living?

(Chorus – Mike Dreams)

I ain’t really come to play with y’all, naw
I ain’t really come to play at all, naw
I’m on my job until they lay me off, huh
But first, they gotta pay me, dawg
Cuz everyday’s a workday, workday
Cuz everyday’s a workday, workday
Don’t even take off on my birthday, birthday
That’s cuz everyday’s a workday, workday

(Verse 2 – Tha Rift)

I went in
Just put in the work
A 9 to 5 don’t even work
We live in a world full of demons
Ride with that Nina
In case it get worse
Cut through that plastic, got work
She swiping that plastic, it work
Now that my pockets got greener
She on my penis
Hoping she worth it
No, baby
You don’t deserve it
I know I ain’t home with no virgin
But I’ll cut that p*ssy like a surgeon
Kill it, insurgent
Now I be nervous
I don’t be trusting a lot of these people
Was using these bitches
I know that it’s evil
Was trapping at my job illegal
Was scaling shit out in the parking lot Regal
How comes niggas so deceitful?
That’s what the Pump in the seat for
Can’t f*ck with you lames
Put a lock on the game
45 barrel to the keyhole

(Chorus – Mike Dreams)

I ain’t really come to play with y’all, naw
I ain’t really come to play at all, naw
I’m on my job until they lay me off, huh
But first, they gotta pay me, dawg
Cuz everyday’s a workday, workday
Cuz everyday’s a workday, workday
Don’t even take off on my birthday, birthday
That’s cuz everyday’s a workday, workday

‘American exceptionalism’: EU travel bans show US is abdicating global leadership, former CDC head says

'American exceptionalism': EU travel bans show US is abdicating global leadership, former CDC head says

The European Union is set to reopen its borders starting July 1. Right now, the bloc is still deciding who it wants to let in, and it does not look like people from the US will be among them. 

By
The World staff

Producer
Christopher Woolf

Player utilities

download

Listen to the story.

A member of a ground crew walks past American Airlines planes parked at the gate during the coronavirus disease (COVID-19) outbreak at Ronald Reagan National Airport in Washington, DC, April 5, 2020.

Credit:

Joshua Roberts/Reuters

Share

As more journalists stand trial in Turkey, the truth becomes more elusive

As more journalists stand trial in Turkey, the truth becomes more elusive

Turkey is often cited by the Committee to Protect Journalists as the world’s largest jailer of media personnel in the world, alongside China and Egypt. 

By
Durrie Bouscaren

Player utilities

download

Listen to the story.

A man reads a newspaper on a bench in Istanbul. 

Credit:

Durrie Bouscaren/The World 

Share

For nine hours on Wednesday, Özge Terkoğlu sat in the gallery of a Turkish courtroom hearing testimony against her husband, Barış Terkoğlu, the news director of OdaTV, an online TV channel. 

Watching her husband take the stand, she fretted about his weight loss over the past three months he spent in prison. 

Barış Terkoğlu is one of seven journalists from various media outlets facing charges over their coverage of the deaths of Turkish intelligence officers in Libya. An eighth defendant, a municipal worker in the western Turkish town of Akhisar, is accused of supplying pictures to the journalists of the funeral of one of the dead intelligence officers.

Related: Maria Ressa: Duterte’s ‘weaponization of the law’ is a threat to democracy

The deaths weren’t a secret — it was discussed in Turkey’s parliament and on social media. But these writers were accused of breaking state secrecy laws; the charges were deemed so serious that even during the pandemic, the journalists could not be released. Instead, they languished alone in their cells. 

It’s just the most recent example of how freedom of the press continues to shrink in Turkey — and the intense political pressure facing journalists to toe the line.

“He’s very courageous in terms of writing on topics that are very hard to touch, that disturb people that have power. All those things that we have to go through as a family, we can handle it. But we don’t deserve it.”

Özge Terkoğlu, wife of jailed journalist

“He’s very courageous in terms of writing on topics that are very hard to touch, that disturb people that have power,” Özge Terkoğlu said of her husband. “All those things that we have to go through as a family, we can handle it. But we don’t deserve it.” 

Turkey is often cited by the Committee to Protect Journalists as the world’s largest jailer of media personnel in the world, alongside China and Egypt. 

Just this week, 19 Turkish journalists and media workers were scheduled for hearings for various offenses (including those on trial for breaking state secrecy laws), according to Expression Interrupted, a free speech tracking project. If things go as usual, some reporters will be released, others will pay fines and some cases will drag on for years. 

Related: How Turkey’s Erdoğan went from populist hero to strongman

In Terkoğlu’s case, the judges returned on Wednesday with a decision around 10 p.m. Three of the journalists, including Terkoğlu, were released while their trial continues. The others will likely remain in prison until the next hearing, which is scheduled for September. 

Özge Terkoğlu and her husband, Barış Terkoğlu, are pictured with their young son.

Credit:

Courtesy of Özge Terkoğlu

The ambiguity of the law and irregularity of how it is imposed is enough to make anyone rethink the work they do. Some reporters leave the industry or move abroad. Others establish alternative outlets online, like OdaTV. 

Little by little, political influence is reshaping how Turkish readers understand news about Turkey and its relationship with the world.  

“Maybe 95% of national media, especially newspapers and TV stations, are owned by media companies that are close to the government,” said Eylem Yanardağoğlu, an associate professor of New Media at Kadir Has University in Istanbul. “What we call ‘mainstream media’ has almost disappeared.” 

On any given newsstand in Turkey, a casual reader will find several national newspapers with various political bents. On TV, viewers can flip through multiple news channels, including CNN’s Turkish affiliate. It’s easy to get the impression that Turkey has a healthy, diverse media environment, but this does not reflect reality, Yanardağoğlu said. 

This media consolidation ramped up as Turkish President Recep Tayyip Erdoğan began to crack down on political rivals after the Gezi Park protests in 2013. At the time, network TV stations famously showed nature documentaries to avoid covering the events. Journalists who did venture out to cover the protests suffered injuries by police and threats from government officials, according to Reporters Without Borders

Three years later, following a bloody coup attempt on July 15, 2016, media arrests reached a nadir. At least 81 journalists were jailed in retaliation for their work the highest number in any one country counted at any time, according to CPJ.

“Using your pen to serve international smear campaigns is not journalism,” Erdoğan claimed in 2017, after coming under fire for the number of reporters languishing in Turkish jails. 

Traditional media used to protect the public’s right to reliable information in Turkey, said Yanardağoğlu. Today, journalists who don’t toe the political line get pushed to alternative websites and social media, where the pay is lower, but there’s more freedom. 

“This is creating new debates: Whose job is it to tell the truth? And is it the truth?” 

Eylem Yanardağoğlu, Kadir Has University

“This is creating new debates: Whose job is it to tell the truth? And is it the truth?” Yanardağoğlu said. 

As Turkey’s digital news organizations jockey for flashy news that gets clicks, the reliability of online content suffers. Dedicated fact-checking organizations try to create some semblance of order, but it has become more challenging for everyday readers to discern truth from propaganda. Even a Turkish-language news service funded by the Russian government has attained a level of popularity, due to its ability to freely criticize Erdoğan. 

Outside the courthouse, a group of colleagues and supporters of journalists on trial stood in the sun under a banner that depicts portraits of the six arrested writers with a cartoon of pencils turned into cell bars. 

“Every single morning, believe me, you wake up at 4 in the morning listening to the door and wondering if [the police] are about to come to get you.” 

  Zafer Arapkirli, journalist

“Every single morning, believe me, you wake up at 4 in the morning listening to the door and wondering if [the police] are about to come to get you, said Zafer Arapkirli, a former BBC presenter who now hosts his own online news program. 

He wears a face mask with the phrase “susmayacağız” written over his mouth, which means “we will not be silent.” 

“I’ve been working as a journalist in this country for 43 years now. And we’ve gone through these sorts of stages … where journalists were … silenced, where all sorts of democratic institutions were … crushed. But in the end, democracy will win,” he said. “We believe in democracy.”

Reuters contributed to this report. 

The makings of modern conservatism in the US

The makings of modern conservatism in the US

By
Sarah Leeson

Player utilities

download

Listen to the story.

A farmer plowing badly eroded fields in the upper Tennessee Valley, in the southeastern United States, in the 1930s. Poor farming techniques had damaged much of the farmland in Southern Appalachia by the time of the Great Depression.

Credit:

Tennessee Valley Authority/Wikimedia Commons

Share

The Republican Party has a reputation for being the party of small government — of keeping bureaucrats out of our lives, homes, and churches. Indeed, President Donald Trump has spent several weeks advocating for the end of the government-sanctioned quarantine in order to reopen the economy. However, the Republican party didn’t always embrace the idea of a whittled-down state.

According to Kathryn Olmsted, professor of history at the University of California Davis, and author of “Right Out of California: The 1930s and the Big Business Roots of Modern Conservatism,” up until about a century ago, conservative business owners saw themselves as allies with the government. The relationship was symbiotic, and corporations viewed the federal government as beneficial to business.

“Corporate agribusiness was used to relying on the government to help it control its workers,” Olmsted said. “And it was very much in favor of a strong government because it was a strong government that built the dams and irrigation canals and tunnels and roads that it needed.”

Related: ‘Farming While Black’: Cultivating justice in upstate New York

In the 1930s, though, a shift began. As Franklin Roosevelt’s New Deal began encouraging the formation of unions, the government suddenly became the enemy.

There was an irony to this: Despite misconceptions in the fields, the federal government did not actually aim to extend union protections to farm workers. Instead, they got a helping hand from somewhere else.

“The more conventional union leaders, the American Federation of Labor, they were not interested in trying to organize the farm workers,” Olmsted said. “So, who was left to organize them? It was the Communist Party, which had an ideological commitment to the idea of organizing the least privileged members of society in hopes of turning them into a revolutionary force.” 

Agribusiness watched their workers go on strike and saw their positive relationship with the government crumble.

Related: How immigrant workers are preparing for automation in agriculture

“The corporate growers in California began to sort of wake up and say, ‘This whole program, which at first we thought was fine because we were getting agricultural subsidies and we were getting more infrastructure projects, we see the government now as a force for evil instead of a force for protecting the markets,’” Olmsted said.

With this realization, California conservatives began to organize against the labor movement to great effect. Some of the tactics that were created in this era are still employed today. There was fake news, a brand-new political consulting firm, and even dark money at play. Olmstead said that conservatives claimed that FDR was a threat to traditional gender and racial hierarchies, that he was “friendly to communistic ideas,” and that he would destroy the family and the church as they knew it.

Despite these new political maneuvers (which did win big elections for conservatives at the time), Olmsted said that modern historians have largely thought the “Old Right” of the 1930s, which championed isolationism and nationalism, had lost. But today, the echoes of the “Old Right” aren’t hard to find in our politics. While there’s been a split in conservatism, where neo-conservatives are largely divorced from the anti-semitic and nationalist roots of the 1930s, there are also paleo-conservatives who stay closer to the original Great-Depression approach. 

Related: US migrant farmworkers deemed essential but lack protections

“The ‘Never Trump’ conservatives, I think, oppose Trump now because they see him as the direct heir of the conservatives that I write about in the 1930s. That he’s more of a paleo-conservative than a neo-conservative, and he’s not a betrayal of the conservative movement; he’s a betrayal of the neo-conservative movement,” Olmsted said.

Today, there are some who see “big-government conservatives” gaining power in the party, but it may be that the current White House shows the impact of the past.

Sarah Leeson is associate producer on Innovation Hub. Find her on Twitter at @sarahbration.

As Lebanon’s financial crisis worsens, migrant workers are being dumped on the streets like ‘trash’

As Lebanon’s financial crisis worsens, migrant workers are being dumped on the streets like ‘trash’

Human rights advocates say the migrants have little to no recourse, and that the situation is bound to deteriorate further as more people in the country cannot afford to pay domestic workers. The coronavirus restrictions also complicate matters.

By
Rebecca Collard

Player utilities

download

Listen to the story.

Ethiopian domestic workers wearing masks sit together with their belongings in front of the Ethiopian consulate in Hazmiyeh, Lebanon, June 8, 2020. 

Credit:

Mohamed Azakir/Reuters

Share

Outside the Ethiopian Embassy in Beirut, a dozen women gather under a small overhang to shelter from the sun. Their suitcases and bags are stacked against the wall. On the ground sits a piece of cardboard with “we want to go home” written in their native Amharic.

Until a few weeks ago, most of the women were living and working inside Lebanese homes as cleaners or caretakers of children and the elderly. But in recent weeks, as Lebanon’s economic crisis worsens, around 100 Ethiopian women have been dumped at the Ethiopian Embassy by their Lebanese employers.

Human rights advocates say these women have little to no recourse, and that the situation is bound to deteriorate further as more people in the country cannot afford to pay domestic workers. The coronavirus restrictions also complicate matters.

For the past two years, Masaret Shefara, who is from Ethiopia, has been working in the home of a family in Beirut. She made just $150 per month before the crisis. A few months ago, the family said they could no longer pay her and dropped her off at the embassy with no money and no way home.

Related: Lebanon’s ‘two crises’: coronavirus and financial collapse 

“I just want to go to Ethiopia,” she said, washing her feet and a pair of white socks with a bottle of water while other women rifled through their luggage nearby.

Most of the women have little or no cash. Some don’t even have their passports: Under a sponsorship system for migrant workers, which is known in the Middle East as kafala, employers in Lebanon often take the women’s passports away. Many have been sleeping outside the embassy.

There are around 250,000 domestic workers in Lebanon, which has a population of 6.8 million. Foreign workers from Africa and Asia have long traveled to Lebanon to do domestic jobs, lured by the promise of US dollars — hard and valuable currency that most workers send home to their families. The artificial peg of the Lebanese pound to the US dollar allowed even middle-class Lebanese with relatively low salaries to afford live-in, domestic help.

An Ethiopian woman looks through her bags outside the Ethiopian Embassy in Beirut, Lebanon. 

Credit:

Rebecca Collard/The World 

But now, the Lebanese pound has lost three-quarters of its value against the US dollar.

That has sent the price of imported goods — which was already high — rising quickly. And it also means that employers like Shefara’s would now have to pay four times the amount in Lebanese pounds to get the US dollars they need to pay foreign staff. Lebanese pounds are useless in Ethiopia.

Employers say they simply can’t afford that.

Related: Foreign domestic workers stuck in Lebanon as economy spirals

Farah Salka, executive director of the Anti-Racism Movement in Lebanon, said the financial crisis has just brought attention to kafala, a racist system under which foreigners have been employed here for decades. Salka likens it to slavery.

“The sponsorship system allows you to employ a worker, they say, but basically it allows you to own a person in your house,” Salka said. “To make them work in whatever conditions you see fit.”

The kafala system ties a migrant worker’s immigration status to their employers as their sponsors.

Lebanese labor laws do not apply to foreigners hired under the kafala system, said Salka. That has left them vulnerable to abuse and exploitation.

“Most of these sponsors are getting rid of their workers literally as though they are trash.”

Farah Salka, Anti-Racism Movement in Lebanon

“Most of these sponsors are getting rid of their workers literally as though they are trash,” Salka said.

Many women are owed months of wages, and they have little recourse because they are in the country under the kafala system. Others have suffered forced confinement, physical and mental abuse — even rape. A 2008 Human Rights Watch report found that a domestic worker was dying every week in Lebanon — with suicide being the leading cause of death.

“Falling from high buildings,” a separate category, was the second.

“They need their money and they need to go back home,” Salka said.

But the Beirut airport is closed to regular traffic, due to COVID-19 measures. The women are stuck.

The World was not able to reach anyone at the embassy for a statement.

The Ethiopia Ministry of Foreign Affairs issued a statement on June 12 saying “making the recent surge in the number of COVID-19 patients in Ethiopia, attendees come to understand that Ethiopian migrants should be helped where they are to minimize the risk of infection,” but advocates say there has been little help.

Related: How Lebanon’s ‘WhatsApp tax’ unleashed a flood of anger

Other women outside the embassy say they weren’t dropped here. Instead, they escaped from their employer’s house.

“I ran away here,” Asnagas Lelitho said. “I have my passport but no money.”

Lelitho hadn’t been paid in four months when she escaped and, like Shefara, she was only earning $150 per month. Minimum wage for Lebanese workers is around $450 per month.

Occasionally, people come by to try to lure the women to work in their homes, promising to pay in US dollars. No one is interested.

“I don’t want anything,” Lelitho said. “I just want to go to Ethiopia.”

Other Lebanese employers stop at the embassy to inquire about how they can send their domestic workers home. Some say they would never leave them outside the embassy.

“It’s terrible,”  said one man stopping to inquire. “They’re not animals.”

Former domestic workers from Ethiopia wait outside the Ethiopian Embassy in Beirut, Lebanon.  

Credit:

Rebecca Collard/The World 

Under increasing pressure, Lebanon’s Ministry of Labor has promised to prosecute the employers who left women in front of the embassy. Employers “who left migrant workers stranded in front of the consulate will be punished by law and will be placed on a blacklist that prevents them from hiring foreign domestic workers again,” Labor Minister Lamia Yammine said in early June.

Ethiopian Airlines have organized repatriation flights, but most have simply no way to get the money. And the women would have to self-quarantine for two weeks once they reach Ethiopia, likely at a hotel — another monumental challenge.

“It’s a disaster. They can’t stay. They can’t leave. They can’t work. They can’t pay.”

Farah Salka, Anti-Racism Movement in Lebanon

“It’s a disaster,” Salka said. “They can’t stay. They can’t leave. They can’t work. They can’t pay.”

Salka said it’s difficult to know how many women have been discarded by their employers with no way home, but it’s been hundreds this month alone. The majority are Ethiopian, but Lebanon also hosts tens of thousands more workers from Sri Lanka, the Philippines and other African and Asian countries.

As the financial crisis worsens, more and more workers will be abandoned.

“What we are seeing at the Ethiopian consulate is only the tip of the iceberg of what is to come,” Salka said. “We are just at the beginning of the crisis. We haven’t even gotten midway yet.” 

Former US ambassador: Israel would be ‘making itself an international outlaw’ with West Bank annexation

Former US ambassador: Israel would be 'making itself an international outlaw' with West Bank annexation

By
The World staff

Producer
Ariel Oseran

Player utilities

download

Listen to the story.

A general view picture shows a section of Itamar, a Jewish settlement, in the foreground as Nablus is seen in the background, in the Israeli-occupied West Bank June 15, 2020.

Credit:

Ronen Zvulun/Reuters

Share