Tajwal is one of the 51 union councils of Abbottabad District in Khyber-Pakhtunkhwa province of Pakistan.
Tajwal is located in the south of the district and is in the north western part of Havelian Tehsil, it is bounded by the following union councils, Nathia Gali to the north, Palak to the east, Seer Gharbi and Nara to the south, as well as Dewal Manal and Nara to the west.
Tajwal is a beautiful valley, near Changla Gali en route from Murree to Abbottabad. From Murree to Nathiagali a small stop of Changlagali with little shops and hotels. On this stop a link road lead to Tajwal, Jeeps,Texi and Toyota Hice for public transport, simple man and women travel by these transport. Some basic necessity that is water, electric, school and road has been established in this village. The Nadi Aro is a small river that divides this village from Bagan. Culture and religious factor are common element in these villages. The main tribe of this area are the Karlal.
The Union Council of Tajwal is subdivided into the following areas: Nowshera, Pirkot, Tajwal and Topla.
Hey, you say you like the way the cowboys tip their hats and say,
"How's it goin' ma'am?"
But you're never quite clear if their glares are sincere
Or really only just second hand
To you it's all voices, its a lavender haze
The man is a marvel, but it's a shame about his brains
But that's OK
You say "he's got straight teeth and it's good sex"
you look to the sky
You look to the man
you claim innocence and not to understand
Or do you, do you?
There's a big mad wearing a white suit and patent leather shoes
he want to take his monkeys to see the kids at the zoo
'Cause the gypsy on the corner said
"Hey, Mister you can't lose."
And it's your first day at the track
you feel that heat on your back
We all want to find a way to beat the system
Find some rhythm in the madness
Get down on your knees and pray
Say, "I'll do whatever you want, God
Just let me have my way"
Well will you, will you?
come on all you merry men
rally your cry
dance with the devil for tomorrow we'll surely
Hey, hey blow the men down
Just like the girls today with nothing to say
No more pigtails and pony rides
They're sophisticated
They sip on lattes
And have their eyes on a bigger prize
We shake our fists and say, "Well good golly we're mad
That God kills children with our very own hands"
We claim innocence and not to understand
Or do we, do we?
come on all you merry men
Rally your cry
dance with the devil for tomorrow we'll surely
Hey, hey blow the men down
Blow the men down