VOTE DEU
When I was young
I had a band
I used to play Shillong
Smoked a joint
Jammin in the house of the wallangs
Talking about Love and Peace
Listening to Dylan
Oh those were the days
of Mystical Shillong
Scotland of the East, PB, Laitumkhrah, Laban
Now I realise
It was just a big Haflong
Author: Daniel Langthasa
Daniel Langthasa lives in Haflong, DIMA HASAO DISTRICT AUTONOMOUS COUNCIL, Assam and is the member of Digital Suicide
Imagine there is no china
No Gobi Manchurian Dry
Only Bhutan above us
All we have is Gobi fry
Imagine the only chinese people
Are the ones living in the North East today
Today I write songs in Haflong Hindi. Haflong Hindi I would like to define is a mixture of Hindi, English, Urdu, Sufi, Bengali, Assamese, Nepali, Manipuri, Punjabi, Bihari, and with few words from different tribes like Zeme, Dimasa, Hmar, Kuki, Biate, Hrangkol, Jaintia and maybe even more which I am not aware of.
Internet in Nagaland has been banned by the Government.
33% reservation for women is not welcome!
Women can cook, or become a prostitute.
But a woman MLA? NO WAY!
Once More
Show me how you swim
Kick a Ball
Superstar
Your Hands and Legs
When you use them
Just like a slave who’s sold
where do i hide my face?
where do i take admission?
India’s youth are after me!
hey chinky chinky chinky….
when you try to rape and you don’t succeed,
when you try to protest but you are killed,
when you’re forced to lie and the video is leaked,
could it be worse?
ELECTION IS COMING! (Song inspired by Imphal Talkies and The Howlers) SHALL WE GO TO MONGON? SHALL WE GO TO MAIBONG? SHALL WE GO TO…
DO ME NO FAVOUR, LET’S PLAY HOLI.
DHONI WAS THE HERO OF THE MATCH LAST NIGHT.
WHAT A WASTE OF TIME AND MONEY.
HYDERABAD UNIVERSITY,
STUDENTS ARE LOCKED UP AND HUNGRY.
LOVE HAPPENED IN TAMIL NADU A BOY AND A GIRL HAD A LOVE MARRIAGE. THEY HACKED HIM TO DEATH, IN THE ROAD. THE GIRL’S FATHER…
NO I DON’T WANT TO BE ANOTHER MARTYR.
I DON’T WANT TO BE NINDU LANGTHASA.
NO I DON’T WANT TO BE AN ACTIVIST.
I DON’T WANT TO BE ROHITH VEMULA.
I WANT TO LOOK AT THE SKY AND STARS,
I AM JUST A LOVER AND A SINGER SONGWRITER.
GOODBYE!
SO WHO WILL MAKE CHANA FOR US?
BIHARI?
WHO WILL CLEAN UP OUR MESS?
BANGLADESHI?
WHO WILL RUN OUR SHOP?
PUNJABI?
WHO WILL SEND SUPPLIES?
MARWARI?
Mr. India sings the Hooch Blues of Assam
You’re rich
So have your Assam Tea
I’m poor
Tea Tribal
Let me drink away my pain
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