The Crime Of The Century Podcast

Verse 1

Ndoa Ndoa Ni kitu Chema x 2

( Marriage Is a beautiful thing) x 2

Ila Kuna wengi

(Backup: Ila Kuna Wengi)

Wameifanya

(Backup: Wameifanya )

Uwanja wa Majaribio

( But most People)

( Backup : But most Peole)

( Regard Marriage )

Backup: Regard Marriage)

as a playground)

Wengi Wanalia aaah haa

Wamekosa Amani

(Most People cry in Marriage, They have No peace)

Lawama lawama

Waume walaumu

Wanawake walaumu Waume Wao

(Blame Games, Men blame their wives, Women blame their Husbands)

Oooh kaa tulia hee hee

(oooh Be settled hee)

Chorus

Aa aaaah aaah aaa aaaah

( Kaa tulia Kwa ndoa Yako) x2

Aaah aaa aaa aaa aaaah!

( Ndoa Haina ( Majaribio)x2

Aaaa aah aaa aaaah!

(Backup: Be settled in Your Marriage)x2

Aaa aa aaa aaaah

( Backup: Marriage has no rehersals) x2

Verse 2

Wanawake wanalaumu

Wanaume wanakwepa Majukumu yao x2

( Women blame men for neglecting their duties) x2

( Nipe hiki kile wanaume wamechokaa) x2

( Buy me this and that, Men are tired) x2

Oooh Na ukikosa Nyumba hio haikaliki x 2

( If you fail to provide, the house turns to be a din of hell) x2

Oooh

Chorus

Repeat the same chorus

Verse 3

Wengi Waingi kwenye ndoa na matumaini makubwa

( Most people get in Marriage with Jackpot Mentalities) x2

Ooh Nakikikosa wanachokihitaji wanaanza kusumbua x2

( If they don't find what they wanted in Marriage they start arrogance and hatred) x2

Tusi linajaa kwenye ndoa

Dharau linajaa kwenye ndoa aaaah x 2

( Abuse and hate dominates when their expectaions fail) x 2

Aah haa

Chorus

Repeat the same chorus

Speaking

Most people when they miss it in marriage they speak badly of their partners

STOP THAT

BE SETTLED IN MARRIAGE SOLVE YOUR PROBLEMS AMICABLY

Song

Tabhoka (Wake Up)

Chorus

Aaa hee eee yaa haaam( africans sounds)

Nikagha ya Umukuria ye ererema ihikire

(It's our planting season, yea a planting season)

Tabhoka turwe bhore tosere komeghondo

(Wake up early from your beds it's not time To warm yourself with your Blankets)

Ndeigwa uwe nokeraye

Iribherera righuchomeye abhande bhaasereye moghondo

(Why are you asleep while others are busy on their farms? Will you need them to share their harvest with you if you don't wake up and do something for yourself?)

Verse 1

Eno tenkagha ya kohora amaghoro ghose enkagha ye imiswaroo

Nenkagha ya irirema

(It's not time to clean your feet or wear your best clothes, it's a planting season)

Eno tenkagha ya kumuta kuya kuumighi ke omonto ono atana seemia

(It's not time to visit relatives in the morning like just like idlers do, who don't have a vision of their life)

Tenkagha ya uruambe otemwe koori otemwe ohoroke kuya wenyu

(It's not time to create chaos in marriage so that you can be chased away, it's time to focus on planting)

Chorus

(Repeat the sounds aaah heee eeeyaa haa)

Tenkagha ya kurusiana amasura nenkagha ya irirema

(It's not time for blame games and disagreements, it's time for planting)

Tenkagha ya ghokora orwambae ne okoghendaghenda neenkagha ye irirema

(It's not time to focus on other people's businesses and wandering up and like a lost sheep, it's a planting season)

Ndeigwa bhokeye motabhoka toghende moghondo

(Look at your watch it's morning, wake up let's go to the farm and work)

Shores of Serenity by Matt Love

By the river’s slow sigh,

Leaves fall, autumn’s breath.

A shadow climbs the sky,

Iron threads of death.

Coffee’s ghost lingers near,

Bitter scent, faint and thin.

The city wakes in fear,

A tomb sealed within.

Canvas waits, pale and bare,

Easel whispers low.

What ghosts linger there?

None but the wind can know.

A murmur, soft, unnamed,

“Ah, Paris,” love’s refrain.

Through café lights, unclaimed,

Echoes of silent pain.

A figure by the shore,

Eyes like crimson rain.

“M’sieur,” she speaks once more,

A voice that bears no name.

The wind calls, cold and thin,

A phantom’s mournful cry.

From shadows, rising in,

A shape against the sky.

No trace, no mark, no sign,

But whispers in the air.

The city’s heart aligns—

The phantom lingers there.

I feel like I don't want it

I feel like I'm suddenly in a snare

I feel like I don't want it

Punk Prog by Matt Love

Chasing Sunbeams by Matt Love

Last Tango In Ypsilanti by Matt Love

(verse 1)

The Coast Starlight, she sighs a dreamy sigh,

From Seattle's grey to L.A.'s sun so high.

Redwoods whisper secrets as she rolls on by,

A tin can river 'neath the western sky.

(verse 2)

Snow on Shasta melts like butter on a bun,

Portland's roses blush, their fragrant race is run.

Frisco's fog rolls in, then quickly it is gone,

The train keeps chugging, 'til the morning's come.

(chorus)

Oh, the Coast Starlight, she's a rambling queen,

Across the mountains, and the valleys green.

From city bustle to the ocean's sheen,

The best darn train you've ever seen!

(verse 3)

Cities flicker past like fireflies at night,

The ocean's breath, a cool and salty bite.

Each mile a postcard, bathed in golden light,

A real west coast train adventure, pure delight.

(verse 4)

Just clickety-clack, the rhythm of the track,

Leavin' all your troubles, ain't no turnin' back.

The world unfolds before you, ain't no need to pack,

Just ride the Coast Starlight, and you'll be right on track.

(chorus)

Oh, the Coast Starlight, she's a rambling queen,

Across the mountains, and the valleys green.

From city bustle to the ocean's sheen,

The best darn train you've ever seen!

(bridge)

I saw a lady with a suitcase full of dreams,

A fella with a banjo, playin' by the streams.

A couple holdin' hands, beneath the moon's soft gleams,

Ridin' on the Starlight, lost in thought, it seems.

(chorus)Oh, the Coast Starlight, she's a rambling queen,

Across the mountains, and the valleys green.

From city bustle to the ocean's sheen,

The best darn train you've ever seen!

(chorus 2x)

Oh, the Coast Starlight, she's a rambling queen,

Across the mountains, and the valleys green.

From city bustle to the ocean's sheen,

The best darn train you've ever seen!

Hear the whistle, shrill and blowing, eastward o'er the land it cries,

On the Orient Express, we’re going, ‘neath the star-bespeckled skies.

From the west I bid adieu now, New York’s clamor fades from view now,

Worries vanish, cares are few now, mysteries our journey imbues.

All aboard, the train is starting, rhythmic clatter, gently swaying,

Through the landscape swiftly darting, secrets in the shadows playing.

No more blues of Gotham City, nor the urban grime and gritty,

On this grand and storied ditty, westward bound, our fates are written.

Rusting hulks of old machines, left behind in fields of green,

Echoes of forgotten scenes, as the mighty train careens.

Silver service, gleaming bright, catching candlelight's soft flight,

Crystal glasses, pure and white, shimmering in the fading light.

Fine cigars, with fragrant scent, lingering where time is spent,

Whispers hushed, and looks intent, on this journey, heaven-sent.

Rocking gently, smooth and low, as through verdant vales we go,

O'er the hills and by the flow, of rivers where the wild winds blow.

Silk brocade, a rich display, where the train's dark secrets lay,

Stories that the ages sway, while the hours slip away.

Big wheels rolling, ever true, time and destination in view,

Carrying me and carrying you, to adventures, strange and new.

Though no bluebird's gentle call, nor a lover's sweet enthrall,

On this train, I give my all, to the journey's mystic call.

Many have traveled, long and far, beneath the guiding evening star,

And I join them, where they are, on the Orient Express, so grand by far.