Відео

😂😂😂😂le père qui saute là

Je suis à l, écoute👂👂👂👂👂

Tu a vraiment décidé lady ponce

Minku aye mimbè ayob ! A bolé ya oo tobok, a bari bolé tobok A bolé ya oo tobok, a bari bolé tobok Zero la vie, life na nothing o, c’est encore la voix d’ange, i koro a bisia i kalnabe moan. Avec les editions Achille Productions. Tamne me djogue me tame di amu nna egning ene zero (Egning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero) Tamne me djogue me tame gnu amu nna egning ene zero ( égning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero) Tamne me djogue me tame djem amu nna egning ene zero (Egning ene zero ma djo nna egning ene zero) Tamne me djogue me tame sié amu nna egning ene zero; (Egning ene zero ma djo nna egning ene zero) Kop kop Kop kop Kop kop Benjamin Atangana ; Serges Atangana, Serges Tamba ; écoutez la voix d’ange c’est l’école d’Ange Ebogo, Magellan Akono André, bomne mengom. A bolé ya oo tobok, a bari bolé tobok tobok tobok Ngue mot ading binga tamne gne djoguè ading foa, Cyril Ebogo ( égning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero) Ngue mot ading bidi tamne gne djoguè a tam di a Ebanga, ( égning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero) Ngue minga adding nnom tamne gne djoguè adding te Chantal Atangana, ( égning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero) Ngue mot adding megnu tamne gne djoguè a tam gnu Jean Michel, (égning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero) Amu nna mot a yem ki abok aye ke a ndon bivol é, (égning ene zero ma djo nna( égning ene zero) Ma djo nna mot a yem ki abok aye ke a bekon é a nnem (égning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero.) Amu nna zen ya ndon bivol ene a foa te retour é aller simple , (égning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero) Me nna zen ya ndon bivol ene a foa vikeke, (égning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero) Mot ezin a bele be money ana, okiri nye a toyi foiré ( égning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero) Des gens ont eu de l’argent aujourd’hui ils sont fochés (égning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero) Certains ont eu des bagnoles aujourd’hui ils vont a pied, (égning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero) D’aucuns ont eu des nanas qujourd’hui ils sont solitaires (égning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero) If man like woman may ouna leave he, (égning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero) If man like mimbo may ouna lieave he, (égning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero) Because man don’t know the day when he go die é, (égning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero) Men who where rich in the past now they are very poor, (égning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero.) Ngue moan ading megnan tamne nye djoguè ading te, (égning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero) Ngue mot ading ngal é tamne gne djoguè ading te Junior Fouda é, (égning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero) Ngue mongo adding ballon tamne gne djoguè adding te Tabi Eyeya, (égning ene zero ma djo nna égning ene zero.) Le pro a Elig essono Ngue minga adding avion Read more at: kamerlyrics.net/lyric-232-tonton-ebogo-zero-la-vie

The word “gospel”, as in “gospel song” is derived from “go(o)d spell”, the old English translation of the Greek “euangelion” (“good news”), so I guess you'd have to call this a “baspel song”. 😀 Baspel Back in the day life used to be simple We went to church or mosque or temple To pray to a god who didn't care For the simple reason that he wasn't there Every day the priests insisted Obey our god who never existed You shouldn't worry if you're poor Once dead you'll be at heaven's door They never taught you right from wrong They made it all up as they went along Fairy tales to scare and control you Heaven above and hell below you Fairy tales to scare and control you Heaven above and hell below you Fairy tales to scare and control you Heaven above and hell below you

2024

La meilleure ❤❤❤❤😅😅😅

July 2024 still here sounding lively 🎉❤

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I don't have all that many fans, so I have to cherish them. So if one of them requests a song, I'll try to oblige. With a mandolin, in this case. "Dirty Old Town" is a song written by Ewan MacColl in 1949 that was made popular by The Dubliners and The Pogues. The song was written about Salford, then in Lancashire, England, the area where MacColl was born and brought up. It was originally composed for the 1949 play Landscape with Chimneys, produced by Joan Littlewood and Theatre Workshop and set in a North of England industrial town. With the growing popularity of folk music in the 1960s the song became a standard in the repertory of British folk club singers. Dirty Old Town (Ewan McColl) I met my love by the gas works wall. Dreamed a dream by the old canal. I kissed my girl by the factory wall. Dirty old town, Dirty old town. Clouds are drifting across the moon. Cats are prowling on their beat. Springs a girl from the streets at night. Dirty old town, Dirty old town. I heard a siren from the docks. Saw a train set the night on fire. Smelled the spring on the smoky wind. Dirty old town, Dirty old town. I'm going to make me a good sharp axe; Shining steel tempered in the fire. I'll chop you down like an old dead tree. Dirty old town, Dirty old town. I met my love by the gas works wall. Dreamed a dream by the old canal. I kissed my girl by the factory wall. Dirty old town, Dirty old town.

Des vrais❤❤❤ qui ont valorisé le bikutsi

Ma mort❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️💃🏾

Les vrais artistes du Cameroun ceux qui ont montré le vrai génie musical du peuple béti,les pionniers dans leur domaine pas les bêtises que les gens chantent maintenant là. Peut être c'est aussi parceque la société s'est pervertie de toute façon sachons faire les bons constats pour avoir une bonne société équilibrée. Bravo à cet artiste et vive le génie musical camerounais !

La mère ci avait quand même fait firt avec la musique ci. La vidéo alors c'est le feu!

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Très belle musique

Une artiste hors norme.. Merci pour ta musique qui transcende les continents.

Another tune with some assistance from my olde classmate Jaq Verstappen, who contributed some slide and lead guitar. The lyrics date back to my “voodoo” period, some 15 years ago. Graveyard Shift You packed all my belongings in your nation sack Put a spell on my heart and a load on my back But I got me some witches candle and some graveyard dirt Took it home to sew it in the hem of your skirt Went to Dr Buzzard, got me a bottle full of snakes To bury on your doorstep and make you burn and ache I got my dragon's blood and my gravel root Put it in my mojo with the eye of a newt I burn my candle till the 9th needle drops Take my nine pins to make a double cross Nine pins, nine needles, nine full moons Feed you my gris-gris on a silver spoon Now I walked out and I closed the door You won't be seeing me anymore I got my little red flannel mojo bag I got my worn out shoes and my clothes in rags You packed all my belongings in your nation sack Put a spell on my heart and a load on my back But I walked out and I closed the door You won't be seeing me anymore

L'émotion quand j'écoute cette chanson ; je n'en reviens pas ! Merci pour tout Maman Ktino. Je t'aime tellement ! A jamais la Reine-Mère du bikutsi.

I still love this song

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Pourquoi la musique ci n’a pas le million de vues minimum?😓

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Je amoureuse de la voix de cette dame elle chante merveilleusement bien

Papa Yabo's song for this week is like a little nursery rhyme. Up the Ladder I went up in a red balloon I shot an arrow at the moon I counted all the stars in sight That is how I spent the night That is how I spent the night The full moon was as bright as day All the kids went out to play Up the ladder and over the wall Everybody had a ball Everybody had a ball So let's go to the mountain top Let's go dance the loony hop You bring the milk, and I'll bring the flour, And we'll have cake in half an hour We'll have cake in half an hour Little girl, don't go to sleep Come and meet me in the street Up the ladder and over the wall Don't you hear me when I call Don't you hear me when I call

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Cameroun 🇨🇲 terre bénite.

❤❤❤❤❤ j'aime toujours

This is exactly why i switched to UA-cam music. This is classic

Steeds verrassend 🤘🍷👍

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Can you do a request? I wanna hear you sing “dirty old town”

Keep up the good work my dude

Ehhh ma mère Eyenga tu connais ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

An astronomical observation... The Sun Is Just Another Star The devil rang his bell To show me the way to hell I stepped up to the well All the way down I fell You may have heard me yell I had no magic spell I had no story to tell While god, he said, oh well Everything is downside up They've put poison in my cup I thought you came to stay But I must do it my own way I guess that we were led astray I didn't know what game to play No god will hear you pray Nothing left to do or say The devil rang his bell To show you the way to hell When looked at from afar The sun is just another star I sleep with both eyes open Wake up to the slightest sound And when the fence was broken I heard the barking of the hounds The devil rang his bell To show me the way to hell I stepped up to the well All the way down I fell No god will hear you pray Nothing left to do or say The devil rang his bell To show you the way to hell When looked at from afar The sun is just another star

Yeoooo nobby!

I still love this song

So the other day I watched a youtube-video with guitar player Joe Gore about “how ​Tom Waits gets the best musicians to sound like amateurs.” I don't know about that, but the video you are watching here goes to show that an amateur musician can very much sound like an amateur when playing a Tom Waits song. :-) ua-cam.com/video/0_wqAcj6EBU/v-deo.html Gun Street Girl (Tom Waits) Falling James in the Tahoe mud Stick around to tell us all the tale He fell in love with a Gun Street girl and Now he's dancing in the Birmingham jail Dancing in the Birmingham jail Took a 100 dollars off a Slaughterhouse Joe Bought a bran' new Michigan 20 gauge Got all liquored up on that roadhouse corn, Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette Bought a second hand Nova from a Cuban Chinese Dyed his hair in the bathroom of a Texaco With a pawnshop radio, quarter past 4 Well he left Waukegan at the slammin' of the door He left Waukegan at the slammin' of the door I said, John, John he's long gone Gone to Indiana Ain't never coming home I said John, John he's long gone Gone to Indiana Ain't never coming home Sitting in a sycamore in St. John's Wood Soakin' day old bread in kerosene He was blue as a robin's egg brown as a hog Stayin' out of circulation till the dogs get tired Stayin' out of circulation till the dogs get tired Shadow fixed the toilet with an old trombone He never got up in the morning on a Saturday Sittin' by the Erie with a bull whipped dog Tellin' everyone he saw They went thatta way Tellin' everyone he saw They went thatta way Now the rain's like gravel on an old tin roof And the Burlington Northern's pullin' out of the world With a head full of bourbon and a dream in the straw And a Gun Street Girl was the cause of it all A Gun Street girl was the cause of it all Riding in the shadow by the St. Joe Ridge He heard the click clack tappin' of a blind man's cane Pullin' into Baker on a New Year's Eve With one eye on the pistol and the other on the door With one eye on the pistol and the other on the door Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Fish Row And she smuggled in a bran' new pair of alligator shoes With her fireman's raincoat and her long yellow hair, well They tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire They tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire I said, John, John he's long gone Gone to Indiana Ain't never coming home I said John, John he's long gone Gone to Indiana Ain't never coming home Bangin' on a table with an old tin cup Sing I'll never kiss a Gun Street Girl again I'll never kiss a Gun Street Girl again I said, John, John he's long gone Gone to Indiana Ain't never coming home I said John, John he's long gone Gone to Indiana Ain't never coming home

Big up big

Cysoul me rappelle beaucoup tonton ebogo, le même rythme modernisé❤

Pardon abori oh veut dire quoi

What is that dude all about?

The music for this song by Bob Dylan was written by Rick Danko, from the band called, aptly, The Band, which Dylan worked with during the late sixties. It is probably best known in the version by Julie Driscoll with Brian Auger and the Trinity, who had a minor hit with it in 1968. The lead guitar part in my 2024 version was played by Jaq Verstappen, who was a classmate in elementary school and used to live down the street from me back when we were kids and whom we all very much admired because he had a real electric guitar with an amplifier which he could actually play. Later on he played for a short while with Gothic Novel, a band of a couple of my mates in high school. I myself didn't play guitar yet, in those days, so I could only look on in admiration. Here's a link to his UA-cam channel: ua-cam.com/channels/ol5udl5_TkQOi18QFnb8mA.html This Wheel’s On Fire (Dylan/Danko) If your mem’ry serves you well We were goin’ to meet again and wait So I’m goin’ to unpack all my things And sit before it gets too late No man alive will come to you With another tale to tell But you know that we shall meet again If your mem’ry serves you well This wheel’s on fire Rolling down the road Best notify my next of kin This wheel shall explode! If your mem’ry serves you well I was goin’ to confiscate your lace And wrap it up in a sailor’s knot And hide it in your case If I knew for sure that it was yours . . . But it was oh so hard to tell But you knew that we would meet again If your mem’ry serves you well This wheel’s on fire Rolling down the road Best notify my next of kin This wheel shall explode! If your mem’ry serves you well You’ll remember you’re the one That called on me to call on them To get you your favors done And after ev’ry plan had failed And there was nothing more to tell You knew that we would meet again If your mem’ry served you well This wheel’s on fire Rolling down the road Best notify my next of kin This wheel shall explode!

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Qui écoute encore le song à 2024!!! Tu es indémodable mama!!! Pour moi c’est ton plus beau song il est trop romantique sensuel et tout et tout c’est mon hymne à l’amour à moi ❤❤❤

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In the short clips on my Facebook there often appears an Asian young lady who excels at playing pool billiards. I am not sure that she's Chinese, because I am not really familiar with the characters they use to write East-Asian languages, but that she is an outstanding pool player is beyond doubt. I have tried playing this game, so I know that although she makes it look easy, it actually isn't. Here's a little tribute to this nameless heroin. The Great Wall (Chí Bảo) There's a Chinese lady in my Facebook feed She plays 8 ball like a pro They never tell me what she's called But I sure would like to know She grips her cue, she hits the balls She pots them flawlessly Now look at me, poor clumsy fool, I hit them aimlessly There's a Chinese lady in my Facebook feed She plays 8 ball like a pro They never tell me what she's called But I sure would like to know I want her to teach me how to play To guide my cue when I aim for the hole But that's not going to happen I'd have to cross that old Great Wall

Les ballets allaient nous tuer wokooooo lady on peut faire yracailer les enfants comme ça 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

Je te pense Véro avec cette chanson