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Art Fazil

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Mama, I Can't Breathe

I cannot dance when I want to mama They make me stay in my seat I cannot chew what I want to mama I have to watch what I eat now I cannot run at my own pace mama I have to do what they do I cannot take my own sweet time mama They make me join the race too o . . . Mama I can ' t breathe o . . . I need to break free o . . . Mama I can ' t breathe o . . . Maybe I should jus t leave I t h o u g h t t h e a i r t h a t I b r e a t h e was f r e e D i d n ' t know t h a t i t had a p r i c e Try and guess what the price could be But I'm sure you won't be surprised o . . . Mama I can ' t breathe o . . . I need to break free o . . . Mama I can ' t breathe o . . . Maybe I should jus t leave

From t h e womb t i l l I ' m i n my g r a v e They try to make me into what they want me to be From the womb till I'm in my grave They try to make me into what they want me to be Into what they want me to be Into what they want me to be Not what I want to be But what they want me to be To be or not to be The question for you and me (Come on now, come on now)

Mama I can't breathe now Mama I can't breathe now Mama I can't breathe now Mama I can't breathe now

Got to be free, free, free, free, free Free, free, free, free, free Free, free, free, free, free Free, free, free Got to be free

Words & Music : Art Fazil /Blues Rakyat

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This Is the Time

Too many cars too much smokeToo much smoke is choking up my throat So many forests losing trees They'll be golf courses by the end of the century So much warning on global warming There's a hole in the skythat we are ignoring This is the time to talk about the earth Talk about the sky Talk about the birds The trees and the little child So many hungry so many starved There's so much food why don't we ever have enough Too much rhetoric nothing isdone

They keep on bickering as war and famine rages on So many mothers so many babies They are the victims of this Third World disease This is the time to talk about the earth Talk about the sky

Talk about the birds The trees and the little child

Why?Too much sex too much violence It's a dangerous time for the young and the innocent So many children being abused All for money to keep the perverted amused So many dead many infected Is this Sodom Gomorrah revisited? This is the time to talk about the earth Talk about the sky Talk about the birds The trees and the little child Why? This i s the time to talk about the earth Talk about t h e sky Talk about the b i rds The t r e e s and the little child

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Anything For You

Would you reach out when I call Would you catch me if I fall And if my smile turns into a frown Would you be there to turn it upside down

Would you hold me if I'm chill Would you nurse me when I'm ill And if the world ever shut me out Would you take me in without a doubt

Just like I would do anything for you Just like I would do anything for you

For awhile as we journey through this life You and I we can be each other's guide

And when I look into your face If I could see the love and grace Honey, I'd be O.K.

Would you keep me in your arms like I would to keep you warm Would you love me as much as you could Like I would love you as much as I could

Just like I would do anything for you Just like I would do anything for you Just like I would do anything for you Just like I would do anything for you


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Sometimes When I Feel Blue

Sometimes When I feel blue You know I'm not in the best of moods Often I been misunderstood Well, frankly I'm not that amused

Sometimes when I feel blue I'm like someone you never knew But I don't mean to be rude I'm being me, I'm being true

Sometimes when I feel blue It's best that I'm left alone For I could be cold as a rock I could be colder than a stone

Sometimes when I feel blue I may seem a little confused It's just the innocence of my youth being raped by the tampered truth


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Full Moon Over Marina Bay

The seaside park turns into a gangland When the kids fought over a potential girlfriend Somebody complained that the toilet was choked When they checked they found a baby in the toilet bowl

Just because she didn't pass her exams A student hung herself right on after school And then the late Johnny he got so high on glue He jumped down thinking the carpark was a swimming pool

It's full moon, over Marina Bay It's full moon, everything here seem so pretty It's full moon, are we going crazy?

Little Suzy she is very pretty She spends her weekends at parties And then one night she just got herself too drunk And the guys gangbanged her till the morning comes

Bored with skateboards and classroom romance The kids now dabble in skulls and pentagrams The morning paper quoted what the expert said He said," ...these kids are playing on a dangerous edge. "

It's full moon, over Marina Bay It's full moon, everything here seem so pretty It's full moon, are we going crazy?


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Tentatively Entitled : Yes

No Smoking No Eating No Drinking No Spitting No Parking No Waiting No Turning No Horning No Stopping No Speeding & No Overtaking No Boating No Bathing No Swimming No Fishing No Trespassing No Phototaking No Plucking No Pitching No Dumping No Q-Jumping No Li t t er ing No Gum Chewing No Nothing No Hawking No Touting No Peddling No Basking No Cycling No Footballing No Skateboarding


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Everybodyelse

My father he wants me to be like everybodyelse To walk to talk don't rock don't shock everybodyelse My mother she wants me to be like everybodyelse My shirts my pants my hair must be like everybodyelse

But all I ever want to be is myself All I ever want to be is myself Not him not her Not she not he Not they not them But myself

My teacher she wants me to be like everystudentelse To sit to read don't twicth like everybodyelse And that Mister Overthere he wants me to be like everybodyelse too To shut up, to shut up don't speak up Like everybodyelse

But a l l I ever want t o be i s myself All I ever want to be is myself Not him not her Not she not he Not they not them But myself Just myself Yeah myself I want to be myself Just myself I can't get no satisfaction I can't get no satisfaction Just myself I got to be myself No one else

Words & Music : Art Fazil /Blues Rakyat Music Publishing

Everbodyelse'contains 2 l ines of Satisfaction' written by Jagger/Richards Polygran Decca)


Sin of the Skin

He is brown she is yellow He is brown she is yellow This special love must it bring sorrow

By the colour of my skin Loving you would be a sin Regardless of how we feel within A sin to the kin is still a sin

By the colour of your skin To hold your hand and slip the ring Would only remain my schoolboy dream Why must the heart be the victims of our skin

He is brown she is yellow He is brown she is yellow This special love must it bring sorrow

We don't read the same book We don't even like the same food They say we are fool to break the rules But love is such a funny thing It's blind to the colour of a man's skin

By the colour of our skin because of our pigmentation scheme Defined by our inherited genes To love each other is to sin

He is brown she is yellow He is brown she is yellow...

Words & Music : Art Fazil Blues Rakyat

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Rainbow Child

There are things in life you don't understand And many more of which you won't comprehend But life is such that it's full of mysteries So don't cry, don't you cry

Sometimes you think life is being unfair For just what have you done to deserve this share Well it's tough to talk to you about Fate So don't cry, don't you cry

Rainbow Child, don't give up your smile Rainbow Child, not for just awhile Rain bow child, don't give up your smile Rainbow Child, your home is with the Maker in the sky

So don't feel mad about having to leave Your friends, your pets,

your toys, your family For before you know it will be there with you So don't cry, don't you cry

Rainbow Child, don't give up your smile Rainbow Child, not for just awhile Rainbow child, don't give up your smile Rainbow Child, your home is with the Maker in the sky


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This song is dedicated to the children

of Camp Rainbow '92


Searchlight

Yes I'm looking for a friend Someone who would understand What i really am What i really am

So I don't need to pretend Put this charade to an end Give truth another chance Just another chance

Calm my fevered brain Hold this heart and ease the pain Call my by my name I'd be glad to know That I'm no longer alone again

I'm stealing glances at a scan Searching for a waving hand By chance, are you that Friend ?


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Don't Tell Me What To Wear

Don't tell me what to wear Don't tell me what to wear Don't tell me what to wear Don't tell me what to wear Don't tell me what to wear Don't tell me what to wear Dress up like a clown You can dress up like a king Put on your mother gown Say it is from the queen Wear designer clothes You can leave the price tag on Walk around and boast Show it off all over town So don't you tell me, don't you tell me

Don't Tell Me What To Wear Don't Tell Me What To Wear Don't Tell Me What To Wear Don't Tell Me What To Wear Don't Tell Me What To Wear Don't Tell Me What To Wear Wear your slinky dress Put on your high heel shoes Try to look your best You might make it to the news Put your wardrobe to the test

Go around the neighbourhood But I think you look the best Dressed up in your birthday suit

So don't you tell me, don't you tell me Don't Tell Me What To Wear Don't Tell Me What To Wear Don't Tell Me What To Wear Don't Tell Me What To Wear Don't Tell Me What To Wear Don't Tell Me What To Wear Wear what you like and not what you don't Don't try to be alike You might end up being a clone Wear what you like and not what you don't Don't try to be alike You'll just end up being a clone

So don't you tell me, don't tell me Don't tell me what to wear


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Butterfly

I want to be a butterfly Butterfly, butterfly, butterfly, butterfly I want to be a butterfly Butterfly, butterfly, butterfly, Spread my wings and fly

Butterfly I want to fly like a butterfly Butterfly Flying high

I don't want to be cocooned For the rest of my days I don't want to waste my life away

Cannot play, cannot sing Cannot do anything All I do is lay around And dream Of butterfly Flying high

Yellow red blue and green The colours on the wings Don't you think it's such a pretty thing

Through the flowers through the leaves Through the breeze flying free Yes, the butterfly is free

Butterfly I want to fly like a butterfly Butterfly Butterfly flying high

I want to be a butterfly Butterfly, butterfly, butterfly, butterfly I want to be a butterfly Butterfly, butterfly, butterfly Spread my wings and fly..


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.Produced by Eddie Marzuki

.Arranged by Eddie Marzuki & Art Fazil. .Recorded , Engineered & Mixed by Gary

.Easymoney 'Edwards .Mastered by Gary 'Easymoney' Edwards .The radio-friendly version of 'Anything For You' edited by Johnny

Herbert .Studio bookings by Farin .Recorded , mixed & mastered at Lion Studios, Singapore .Photography by Russel Wong & Wee Khim .Food & Beverage coordinated by The Professional Bum Inc .Thanx to MacDonalds Queensway for the prompt deliveries in times of rain or shine or thunderstorm .Temporary shelter provided by The Hogans .Transportation by The Ismail Marzuki Pa Won Chia Taxi Service .Cover Design by .K.M.F. Moonlighters .Promotions by Pony Canyon Entertainment(s) led by Valerie Tee

MUSICIAN CREDITS .Eddie Marzuki plays the Acoustic & Electric guitars, Bass, Keyboards, Samplings, MC 500, Click Activater, .Jimmy Lee plays drums on all tracks Iskandar Ismail Jr. plays double bass in track 11 'Don't Tell me what to wear'. .Ibramsha plays Blues Harp in 'Don't Tell me what to wear'. .Background vocals in 'Don't Tell me what to wear' by The Honourable Lady

Rebecca & Sir Richard Lane •Additional background vocals by Mohd. Ismail Marzuki & Mohamed Fazil Musa. .Art Fazil plays or rather manipulates the vocal chords, microphone, the other acoustic guitar, the mouth organ trash can in'Yes' tambourine, maracas, triangle, cowbell, all Ahems! Oohs! Aahs! Ows ! Ouches! and other oral & aural manipulations. .The Proteus Brass Band was led by the Incredibly Talented Tuan Abang Haji in 'Rainbow Child'.Lim Sin Yeo plays 'Di Zi' in'Full Moon Over Marina Bay'. Shin String Quartet play strings in 'Anything For You', 'Rainbow Child' & 'Searchlight' .Tribal chanting & wailing in 'This is the Time' by Demahom Lizaf "Everybodyelse" contains 2 lines of "Satisfaction" written by Jagger/

Richards (Polygram/Decca) .THE THANK YOUS . A big thanx to Jimmy Wee for giving me the opportunity to record. Special thanx to my mother and father for their never ending love, support, understanding (and misunderstanding), my brother Farid for tidying up the room, taking down messages, comments, criticisms and tactical apple polishing.

To all my old friends especially Alice Ng for being there when it all began, Mae Lyn Nadia, Eslinda, Naslin, Edith, Rowena, Ivan Joseph, Rajkumar, Leonard, Teck Teng, Izwar, Malik and all from AMK Pre-U (defunct) class of


84 - 86; The teachers of Sembawang Hills Estate, Westlake Secondary and AMK Pre-U; Jeffri & Ramli for April Morning; Yusri & Suhaimi Hamdi for lending me their guitars when I didn't

have one; Mamat for drawing out the chords for the brothers 13 years ago; my uncle Yem for blasting Deep Purple, Free, Grand Funk, Jimi Hendrix in my formative years. My buddies at home -Opet, Ijam, Asri, Lan, Toleh, Subari, Salikin, Midah, Aini & Ita. Also thanx to Steve & Denyse for Acoustic Vibes I & II; Bishmer & Niki for background vocals during my live performances; Sharon Lim for 'Folk Power' & ' Young at Art' . Ida Bachtiar for enthusiasm and support.

Theatreworks for Carnival on the Hill; Substation for space to play; NKF, Club Rainbow. Deepest gratitude to Ramli Sarip for the opportunity that was given, guidance and understanding; Dr. Wan Zawawi for kindness and support; Abang Faris Marie for No. 60, Bussorah Street; Enche Ismail Ranting for advice and guidance; Captain Rosli for attention and strength; Cikgu Harun Gani for consistent support; Fandi, Malek, Gail, Ian & Lim for the good times in Ukay Heights; The rest of the gang at Bussorah

Street for the company; Abang Mail for his patience, generosity, knowledge and spiritual guidance;-Also thanx to Hassan Sastera Wijaya, Rashid, Kamal, Rozi, Azlinawati, Juffri Supaat, Sanusi, Nidzam, Teck Seng, Bo Tiang, Lenny, Kevin, Fin, Colin, Chris, Julie Netto, Pam, Nurshafinaz, Kheng Ju, Kheng Hua, Yu Beng, Su Wen, Guan Heng, Hollie & the rest of the gang at Beach Hut; Effrany, Esham Jamil, Mohd Khair

Mohd Yasin of Rausyanfikir, Ismail Hussein, Fadilah Alkaff, Maizurah, Zuzanita, Yul Chin, To the Tan Family for bearing with the noise for the past 13 years. Zuriah, Anisah, Apit Baby King, Azlin Kahlil, Khairul, Norenshah, Adie, Razak, Rafaat Hamzah, Rosdi, Rosni, Azman, Zai, Sharul, Juliana Yasin, Tang Da Wu, Sun Yin, Lut Ali & Teater Ekamatra, Indra Kirana, Alang Bojamas, Staff of Pony Canyon, Life Rekod, Wani, Amilia, Astanah, Roha, Latifah Indra Rani, Haryany Said Rohani and Shirlene Noordin.

Plus a big thank you to all those who names are not mentioned here but nevertheless had contributed to my personal artistic development in one way or another. May you have Peace, Love & Revenue - Art Fazil, May 93

Bless the children who dare to dance in the storm

(for they risk the wrath of the lightning)


Art Fazil


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