Ganja Ganja by Bob Marley

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mbOilSZ0LHk

I'm gonna smoke'a de ganja until I go blind.
You know I smoke'a de ganja all a de time.
Smoke'a de ganja when I'm with friends.
We gonna smoke'a de ganja until the very end.

Whoo-oo Ganja ganja
Whoo-oo Ganja gun
Whoo-oo Ganja ganja
Whoo-oo Ganja gun

(vocal solo)

Whoo-oo Ganja ganja
Whoo-oo Ganja gun
Whoo-oo Ganja ganja
Whoo-oo Ganja gun

Smoke'a de ganja every day
Ya you gonn' smoke'a de ganja in many different ways
You can smoke'a de ganja in a big fat bowl or you can smoke'a de ganja in a bong
N' keep ya' very lucky you can smoke it in a bong
When you smoke it in a bong, you are baked all night long Mista...

Whoo-oo Ganja ganja
Whoo-oo Ganja gun
Whoo-oo Ganja ganja
Whoo-oo Ganja gun

(vocal solo)

Read more: Bob Marley - Ganja Gun Lyrics | MetroLyrics 

High to the Sky...Thanz to weed----

Everybody must get stoned lyrics

Well, they'll stone ya when you're trying to be so good
They'll stone ya just a-like they said they would
They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to go home
Then they'll stone ya when you're there all alone

But I would not feel so all alone
Everybody must get stoned

Well, they'll stone ya when you're walkin' 'long the street
They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to keep your seat
They'll stone ya when you're walkin' on the floor
They'll stone ya when you're walkin' to the door

But I would not feel so all alone
Everybody must get stoned

They'll stone ya when you're at the breakfast table
They'll stone ya when you are young and able
They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to make a buck
They'll stone ya and then they'll say, "Good luck"

Tell ya what, I would not feel so all alone
Everybody must get stoned

Well, they'll stone you and say that it's the end
Then they'll stone you and then they'll come back again
They'll stone you when you're riding in your car
They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar

Yes, but I would not feel so all alone
Everybody must get stoned

Well, they'll stone you when you walk all alone
They'll stone you when you are walking home
They'll stone you and then say you are brave
They'll stone you when you are set down in your grave

Bob Dylan---Get stoned...

Journalists have always been puzzled by Bob Dylan, but the confusion is of their own making. The pattern of treating him as a trickster whose words cannot be taken at face value was established in the sixties, when the rock intelligentsia wanted Dylan to be a political as well as musical revolutionary. He was neither, of course. His radicalness came from a deeply conservative understanding of musical history: He was reading Civil War era newspapers while everyone else was reading Norman O. Brown and listening to Gospel and Blues when music was becoming “pop” in the fifties. But the story of the sixties wasn’t complete without Dylan as its hero. His so-called followers couldn’t take no as an answer: His denials became obfuscations.

Of course, Dylan can be verbally perverse in interviews, but who can blame him when those who should know better seem clueless to what he is saying? Occasionally in these charades of misunderstanding, Dylan gets so frustrated that he spells everything out, revealing probably more than he intended. Such was the case in a Rolling Stone 2012 interview with Mikal Gilmore.

The interview begins to go wrong for Gilmore (and right for the rest of us) when he asks about “Rainy Day Women.” Dylan says that those who view it as a drug song “aren’t familiar with the Book of Acts.” This comment goes so far over Gilmore’s head that he can’t even respond to it.

Which shows he has no business interviewing Dylan, who has always been immersed in the Bible, its language and its theology. “Rainy Day Women” is more about persecution than intoxication. It sounds like a Salvation Army band playing a funeral march, but its words are deadly serious. When Dylan says that “they’ll stone ya when you’re trying to be so good” and that “they’ll stone ya when you’re tryin’ to go home,” he is speaking straight from the Bible. His comment about the Book of Acts makes the reference more explicit: it’s not just any good man being stoned, but Stephen.

Stoning, of course, was an ancient form of execution, and executions often take on a festive atmosphere. The carnival sound is thus quite appropriate to a song that reenacts an act of scapegoating. Hardly any Dylan fan hears the ritualistic and religious aspects of the song, but that says more about his fans than Dylan himself.

Dylan also had himself in mind when he wrote “Rainy Day Women,” as he tries to tell Gilmore in this interview. He insists, as he has repeatedly done throughout his career, that he “really couldn’t identify with what was happening” in the sixties and that he really belongs to the small town life of the fifties, when “the culture was mainly circuses and carnivals, preachers and barnstorming pilots.” “Rainy Day Women,” with its zany fusion of tragedy and absurdity, comes right out of Dylan’s old-fashioned Midwestern soundscape.

Gilmore tries his best to get Dylan to admit his sympathies for liberal politics, but Dylan rebukes his efforts. When the journalist suggests that President Obama’s popularity has declined due to racism, Dylan doesn’t bite. “I have no idea what they [people] are saying for or against him. . . . You should be asking his wife what she thinks of him. She’s the only one that matters.” His comment makes perfect sense when put into the context of his indifference to media-driven politics. “You have to change your heart if you want change,” he says. “No kind of life is fulfilling if your soul hasn’t been redeemed.”

"We Are Young" (feat. Janelle Monáe)

"We Are Young"
(feat. Janelle Monáe)

Give me a second I,
I need to get my story straight
My friends are in the bathroom getting higher than the Empire State
My lover she’s waiting for me just across the bar
My seat’s been taken by some sunglasses asking 'bout a scar, and
I know I gave it to you months ago
I know you’re trying to forget
But between the drinks and subtle things
The holes in my apologies, you know
I’m trying hard to take it back
So if by the time the bar closes
And you feel like falling down
I’ll carry you home

Tonight
We are young
So let’s set the world on fire
We can burn brighter than the sun

Tonight
We are young
So let’s set the world on fire
We can burn brighter than the sun

Now I know that I’m not
All that you got
I guess that I, I just thought
Maybe we could find new ways to fall apart
But our friends are back
So let’s raise a toast
‘Cause I found someone to carry me home

Tonight
We are young
So let’s set the world on fire
We can burn brighter than the sun

Tonight
We are young
So let’s set the world on fire
We can burn brighter than the sun

Carry me home tonight (Nananananana)
Just carry me home tonight (Nananananana)
Carry me home tonight (Nananananana)
Just carry me home tonight (Nananananana)

The moon is on my side (Nananananana)
I have no reason to run (Nananananana)
So will someone come and carry me home tonight (Nananananana)
The angels never arrived (Nananananana)
But I can hear the choir (Nananananana)
So will someone come and carry me home (Nananananana)

Tonight
We are young
So let’s set the world on fire
We can burn brighter than the sun

Tonight
We are young
So let’s set the world on fire
We can burn brighter than the sun

So if by the time the bar closes
And you feel like falling down
I’ll carry you home tonight

Why This Kolaveri Di Lyrics - Dhanush

yo boys i am singing song

soup song

flop song

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rhythm correct

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maintain please

why this kolaveri..di

distance la moon-u moon-u 

moon-u  color-u  white-u

white background night-u nigth-u

night-u color-u black-u

why this kolaveri kolaveri kolaveri di

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white skin-u girl-u girl-u

girl-u heart-u black-u

eyes-u eyes-u meet-u meet-u

my future dark

why this kolaveri kolaveri kolaveri di

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maama notes eduthuko

apdiye kaila snacks eduthuko
pa pa paan pa pa paan pa pa paa pa pa paan
sariya vaasi

super maama ready

ready 1 2 3 4

whaa wat a change over maama

ok maama now tune change-u

kaila glass

only english.. 

hand la glass

glass la scotch

eyes-u full-aa tear-u

empty life-u

girl-u come-u

life reverse gear-u

lovvu lovvu 

oh my lovvu

you showed me bouv-u

cow-u cow-u holi cow-u

i want u hear now-u

god i m dying now-u

she is happy how-u

this song for soup boys-u

we dont have choice-u

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A Brief History of Marijuana

by Scott Miller

Many of the most popular drugs that became known to the mainstream in the twentieth century had long, legitimate histories. People had been smoking marijuana around the world for thousands of years. Evidence of marijuana cultivation reaches back as far as 2737 B.C. China, where it was used as a treatment for rheumatism, malaria, and absent-mindedness, among other things. It was used recreationally as far back as 1000 B.C. India. The Spanish brought pot to America in 1545, and the English arrived with pot in Jamestown in 1611, where it became a major commercial crop, eventually replaced in the American south by cotton. Marijuana was a principal crop at Mount Vernon and a secondary crop at Monticello. They grew it primarily for use as hemp rope, but there is some evidence that they were aware of its hallucinogenic properties as well.

 As far back as 5000 B.C. the Sumerians were using opium, and the Lake Dwellers of Switzerland were eating poppy seeds as far back as 2500 B.C. Greek naturalist Theophrastus wrote about using poppy juice in 300 B.C. The Greeks celebrated the Eleusinian Mysteries – the drinking of a hallucinogenic beverage – for two thousand years before the Christians stopped the practice in the fourth century. Among the drinkers were many of Western civilization’s great thinkers, like Aristotle, Socrates, Plato, Cicero, Sophocles, and others. In 1525, laudanum, a form of opium, was introduced into the practice of Western medicine. Throughout the world at this time, alcohol and tobacco were considered deadly drugs and the penalty for their possession or use was execution in some countries. English physician Thomas Dover introduced an opium powder in 1762 which became a very popular medicine. In 1800, Napoleon’s army returned to France from Egypt and brought hashish and marijuana with them. In the 1880s, the German army issued cocaine to its soldiers to increase their ability to endure fatigue, and Sigmund Freud began treating his own depression with cocaine. In 1894, the Indian Hemp Drug Commission issued a report commissioned by the British government, which concluded that “there is no evidence of any weight regarding the mental and moral injuries from the moderate use of these drugs.” In 1898, heroin was synthesized for the first time in Germany. Until 1903, Coca-Cola contained cocaine. All this history makes it harder to argue with a straight face that drugs are incontrovertibly bad.

Interestingly, in 1900 there were far more Americans addicted to drugs than there were in the 1960s or today. Estimates are that two to five percent of the population were drug addicts in 1900. Part of this is because morphine was used as anesthesia in medical operations and people became addicted to it. The other part of the reasons is the prevalence of “patent medicines” in rural America. Traveling salesman coming to small towns and farms sold elixirs and “medicines” that often contained marijuana, cocaine, or opium. Some contained up to fifty percent morphine, which of course made them very popular. And very addictive.

Mainstream recreational marijuana use began in the United States at the turn of the last century, courtesy of Mexican immigrants coming across the border to look for work in the American southwest. But white Americans weren’t feeling very welcoming and were looking for excuses for their racist hatred of Mexicans, so rumors began that pot gave these Mexicans superhuman strength and turned them into crazed murderers. Despite the fact that neither was true, these stereotypes would last for decades. Starting in 1914, local laws began popping up criminalizing marijuana – often not so much as a way of controlling pot usage as it was a way of controlling Mexicans. One Texas state senator said on the floor of the senate, “All Mexicans are crazy and this stuff [marijuana] is what makes them crazy.” One Montana state legislator said, “Give one of those Mexican beet field workers a couple of puffs on a marijuana cigarette and he thinks he is in the bullring at Barcelona.” From 1914 to 1937, twenty-seven states passed anti-pot laws.

Throughout the “jazz age” of 1920s America, pot use increased among jazz musicians and people in show business. Marijuana clubs, called “tea pads,” began springing up in many major American cities. In 1920, the U.S. Department of Agriculture urged American farmers to grow marijuana as a profitable crop. Pot was still legal in most places, but soon, marijuana was lumped together in the minds of the public with serious drugs like heroin and opium and it was placed under the jurisdiction of the U.S. Treasury Department, which in turn created the Federal Bureau of Narcotics (even though most of the drugs under its jurisdiction were not narcotics), headed up by prohibitionist Harry J. Anslinger. The War on Marijuana had begun.

Who was the first person in mankind to smoke weed?

smoking my self at Church corner at himalaya

The original wild-type marijuana grew on the steppes of Central Asia. It was much less potent than the hybrids we use today. It was used by nomads who are mentioned in ancient travelogues of about 500 BC, and was probably used for five hundred years before that. The Scythians were a savage and violent people who used to drink their fallen enemy's blood from his own skull. They would pile marijuana plants on a communal fire and dance around it to either get ready to fight or celebrate a victory.

Most anthropologists will say that preliterate people discovered the virtue of medicinal plants by trial and error. But first-nation peoples (that scientists were able to interview before religious and economic leaders slaughtered them) say that they find the use of plant medicines by entering a trance and asking the plant. So we can imagine the first stoner as an ancient nomad group's shaman, newly arrived in a windswept endless grassland, asking the local plants how they could be useful.

What now by Rihhna

I been ignoring this big lump in my throat
I shouldn't be crying, tears were for the weak
The days I'm stronger, know what, so I say
That's something missing

Whatever it is, it feels like it's laughing at me through the glass of a two-sided mirror
Whatever it is, it's just sitting there laughing at me
And I just wanna scream

What now? I just can't figure it out
What now? I guess I'll just wait it out
What now? Ohhhh what now?

I found the one he changed my life
But was it me that changed
And he just happened to come at the right time
I'm supposed to be in love
But I'm not mugging

Collection of funny, scary stoned stories

.1.Stoned number one

We used to go down to an abandoned train station to smoke in my home town. It was so isolated and huge, which is why it made for the perfect place to go and smoke with friends, skateboard and just generally hang out.

So my friend and I were sitting on the edge of the platform smoking a joint and chatting away at about 1am. It was so silent and peaceful. No wind blowing, no noise at all. It was a serene moment.

While we're blazing, we see a white owl come and land on the platform. My friend and I freak the fuck out. An OWL?! A WHITE OWL?! HERE?! (This is on the East Coast of South Africa, we don't see many owls, if any). Fuuuuuuck, we were so taken back by this owl. It blew our minds that this majestic creature had chosen to grace us with it's presence. It truly must have been our spirit animal reaching out to us in a moment of enlightenment.

So my friend pulls out his disposable camera and snaps a shot. We high five. We hug. We smoke another joint in celebration. Minds are blown all over the fucking train station.

A few weeks later and we've told everyone about our experience. It was so "out of body", man. Such a spiritual experience that cannot be expressed in mere words.

Anyway, my friend got his pictures developed and it was a seagull.

But it was a fucking SWEET seagull, though.

2.Stoned number two

I got baked one night out on the beach, as I did many nights.

My good friend and i walked down the beach sharing a decent sized blunt. We finished the whole thing and decided to keep walking down the beach. As we walk, we notice a couple of strays laying in the dunes, about 50 yards away from the water. We were walking close to the water, but decided to stop. The dogs were about 30 yards away from us. We were high and it was dark, so we couldn't make out what the race was, but we knew it was 2 dogs.

We stood there, analysing the situation. Trying to see what we could do, we looked at the dogs, then debated on the options we had. We debated for about 10 minutes. The dogs were immobile, they could have been sleeping, but we had to do something.

All of a sudden, the choice was clear, we were gonna bring them home, and help them reunite with their masters, or keep them if they're not actually missing, but just strays. We started walking slowly towards them, trying not to startle them, make them run off. We try and make them come towards us, but without success.

By that time we're about 15 feet from them. We still weren't sure what breed they were, but we keep patting our thighs and saying come here boy, come on boy, whistlewhistlewhistle, come here" .. we did this for about 20 seconds, until one of the dog said "what the fuck are you doing!?" ..We panicked and ran off.

We went our way, wondering how we could have had the same trip.

TL;DR My friend and I met a talking dog, on the beach.

3.Stoned number three

This is kind of the other side of the story. One morning I was getting picked up by my uncle for a ride to the airport at like 5:45. I was very tired, so i just hobbled into the first car I saw on the street, which happened to be the same color and basic shape as my uncle's. I get in the passenger seat, and as my brain starts to articulate the oddly powerful smell of some potent weed, I look over and see some dude staring at me in disbelief, he was not my uncle. It was pretty funny, he was obviously freaked out and super high. I just got out without saying a word and walked back into the building I was in.

WHY PEOPLE SMOKE WEED?

why people smoke weed?

Marijuana refers to the dried leaves, flowers, stems, and seeds from the hemp plant Cannabis sativa, which contains the psychoactive (mind-altering) chemical delta-9-tetrahydrocannabinol (THC), as well as other related compounds. This plant material can also be concentrated in a resin called hashish or a sticky black liquid called hash oil.

Marijuana is the most common illicit drug used in the United States. After a period of decline in the last decade, its use has been increasing among young people since 2007, corresponding to a diminishing perception of the drug’s risks that may be associated with increased public debate over the drug’s legal status. Although the federal government considers marijuana a Schedule I substance (having no medicinal uses and high risk for abuse), two states have legalized marijuana for adult recreational use, and 21 states have passed laws allowing its use as a treatment for certain medical conditions (see “Is Marijuana Medicine?”, below).

How is Marijuana Used?

Marijuana is usually smoked in hand-rolled cigarettes (joints) or in pipes or water pipes (bongs). It is also smoked in blunts—cigars that have been emptied of tobacco and refilled with a mixture of marijuana and tobacco. Marijuana smoke has a pungent and distinctive, usually sweet-and-sour, odor. Marijuana can also be mixed in food or brewed as a tea.

How Does Marijuana Affect the Brain?

When marijuana is smoked, THC rapidly passes from the lungs into the bloodstream, which carries the chemical to the brain and other organs throughout the body. It is absorbed more slowly when ingested in food or drink.

Riders on the storm by doors

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house we're born
Into this world we're thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out on loan
Riders on the storm

There's a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin' like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If ya give this man a ride
Sweet FAMILY will die
Killer on the road, yeah

Girl ya gotta love your man
Girl ya gotta love your man
Take him by the hand
Make him understand
The world on you depends
Our life will never end
Gotta love your man, yeah

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house we're born
Into this world we're thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out on loan

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm