IMKAAN - THE SKETCHES - LIVE JAM SESSION
Credits
Poetry: Shaikh Ayaz 
Post: Mir Amir 
Filmed: Adnan Kandhar 
Technical Support: Qaddafi 
Asst: Wasik Bilal 
Guitar: Khuram Hassan
Base: Awais Shaikh
Key-Board: Nomi Ali
Vocals: Saif Samejo
Produced by: #TheSketches




Lyrics in Sindhi

جا خدا کان نه ٿي جا نه امڪان ۾
ڪالهه کان ڳالهه آهي سا انسان ۾

هو ته مونکي چِتا تي وٺي ٿي ويا
مينهن برسي پيو ڪالهه شمشان ۾

بادلو بادلو ڪجهه ته برسي وڃو
رات ترسي وڃو هِن بيابان ۾

عشق تنهنجو اياز آهي انسان سان
هو چون ٿا ته تون ناهين ايمان ۾

جا خدا کان نه ٿي جا نه امڪان ۾
ڪالهه کان ڳالهه آهي سان انسان ۾

Translation in English

What was beyond the world of possibility & god couldn't accomplish 
That has been a human attribute 

They were set to put me on fire 
But other day The Rain broke out in the crematorium 
to foil their wish

O Ye clouds O Ye clouds, do some downpour
stay over night in the bleak desert of my soul

Ayaz you have found God in Human/Humanity so you adore them
Clergy claims you Faithless 

IMKAAN - THE SKETCHES JAM SESSION LIVE

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THE SKETCHES - Project - Darawar (The Dravidians)

Song: Mu Na Eeyen Ko Jaato Ho - I never knew that  

Translation in English

I never knew that…
In the name of religion
Our land would’ve to see such days!
The earth will have its religion too
The earth will be Hindu or Muslim too
Enemies of enlightenment and awakening
Enemies of music & melody
Enemies of the beauties of the world
Enemies of humanity
Don’t what they want!
Suppressing laughter’s
Opening respite of sects
Want to inflict new wound
Want to destroy fragrance
Pains and pains will be
Seen through religious dogmas
The dead will have religion too
The dead will be dug out & drag down
The dead will be black or white too
I never knew that
Shadows of trees
Will be Hindu Muslim too
Souring birds will be
Shia & Sunni too
I never knew that
Our land would’ve to
See such days too!
I never knew

Credits

Vocals: Saif Samejo
Poet: Bakhshan Mehranvi
Language: Sindhi
English Translation: Faraz Bughio
Boreendo & Dumboro: Fakir Zulfiqar
Bass: Owais Shaikh
Arranged: Nomi Ali
Recorded at: Lahooti Studios Hyderabad/Jamshoro
Created & Produced by: THE SKETCHES

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THE SKETCHES - DARAWAR (THE DRAVIDIANS)  Say No to Religious Extremism

Song: Umar Aaon Weendaro Puchaan

Singer: Abida Parveen

Poet: Shah Abdul Latif Bhittai (Sur Marvi)

Umar Aaon Weendaro Puchaan | Abida Parveen | Shah Abdul Latif Bhittai (Sur Marvi) | Sindhi Song

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Aajaye kissi din tu, Aisa bhi nahi lagta (Ghazal)
The Sketches (covers Pankaj Udhas)
Recorded at: Lahooti Studios Jamshoro (Live)
Arranged by: Nomi Ali
Vocals: Saif

When i was in School my father used to listen this ghazal of Pankaj Udhas and many others too, one reason i had strong connection with my memories is such poetry and music which still runs in my mind and certain visuals are still stored somewhere in mind having the music which my father introduced to me.

Aajaye Kissi Din Tu - The Sketches - (Cover)

Musafir Toon Kithe Saif Samejo A tribute to shaikh Ayaz

Ham - Ko - Yaan - Dar - Dar - Phiraya - Yar - Ne - -Abida - Parveen

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The song sensitizes the people to understand the concerns of indigenous people in the wake of huge construction work in Tharparkar. It is taking away their centuries old cherished lifestyle of living with peace and harmony. It is destroying their ancestral abodes, farms, pastures, ponds, trees and beautiful landscapes. Securing the beauty and lifestyle of Tharparkar needs be of 'National Interest' too!

This song is our attempt to present the voice of unheard people of Tharparkar.

Song: Bhora Marhoon
Band: The Sketches
Language: Sindhi
Poetry: Imam Ali Jhanjhi
Image Art: Areesha Khuwaja 
Produced By: Lahooti 

Translation: 

We are naive, we are innocent
We are coy, we are trusting
Night falls on its own
Sun revolves on its own
Moon rises on its own
Sky bows down on its own
Since centuries, kantho (Region of Thar where coal is extracted)
is our abode
We are of our own realm
We never intervene into other's affair
We never ask for sustenance to anyone
We live on our own
Whether strong or weak
Our souls are ancient
Our wells are ancient
Now there will be no turns for water
Natives will be robbed in broad daylight
Our huts, shelter, land will remain no more
Our fragrance in this soil will remain no more
Our green pasture, our fields, forests will remain no more
Mirthful gatherings of young girls will never take place
The joyful bantering will never take place
Our potherbs, legumes and whole food will cease to exist
Our dominion & fortunes will be gone,
Dwellings of aborigine will be grabbed
Distress and anguish, will be given to our women
Chang, borrindo, Chara (Musical instruments of Sindh) will never be played
Sand dunes will be out of sight
Pastures between dunes of Jharkili (Pastures of Jharkili are famous) will vanish
Earthen pots of Kadho kumbher (The famous potter of Thar) will not be sold
Echoes, sounds, pronouncements will be gone
Beloveds will be gone, foes will be gone
Vast courtyards will also be gone
The awe and majesty will be gone
The muddy homes and courtyards will be demolished
The valiant will leave the land, the mighty will be subdued

The thieves will be no more, masters will be no more
Our threaded sorrows with land will also be no more
People will leave, peacocks will leave
Beauty that warms the heart will leave
Relatives of the natives will leave
Bird songs on the shore will not be heard anymore
Honey, sweet, wax will be gone
Light in our eyes will go off
Food will become tasteless
We will go numb 
Moonlight & seasons will be no more

Our time and mirth will be filched
The talisman and rakhis will be torn off
The goats and hoards will no longer belong to us
Blood streams will dry out
Natives will wear gloomy look
Our fields will not be haunted
No attraction for mehub dahar will be felt
The graves of elders will be ruined
Their memories will be erased
Our mosques will be demolished
Our temples will be demolished
Our self-being will be demolished
some strangers will visit our villages
We don't know their designs
We will be astonished to see them
Self-esteem will surge among us
You will burst into tears, so Am I
Before whom we will bow down?, Whom you will beg for sustenance?
You will ask me, who are they? and where is our abode?
Where are remains of our shelter
We are orphan since birth
We are naive, we are innocent
We are naive, we are innocent

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Bhora Marhoon - The Sketches - Protestive Version

Jogi- Saif Samejo

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Pagal Manro - The Sketches - Live (Use Head Phones for better audio levels)
Poet: Haleem Baghi

Recorded all live one go as since long alot of fans were asking for it's mp3 so here is the live version and stay tuned for studio version.



Pagal Manro - پاگل منڙو - The Sketches - Live (Use Head Phones)

Abida Parveen  
Poet  Hakim Momin Khan Momin (1800-1851) 
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Woh jo Hum Tum main Qarar Thaa

The Sketches is a Sindh, Jamshoro based band. Their journey of music is full of experiments and diverse.

THE SKETCHES - DARAWAR (THE DRAVIDIANS) Say No to Religious Extremism

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