Thursday, September 29, 2005
Endure, we must all
“I’m a silly flower trying to live my life in rhyme
While the wind takes the years, one silly petal at a time.”
- B. J. A.
The answer my friend, is blowing in the wind.
Bob Dylan got it so right. This is the most honest response to all of life’s questions.
Yeah, I’m here again. Amid a recession, during which I contemplated dumping this blog because over-expression was trivializing my pursuit for enlightenment through self expression, it seems I was able to come up with something of apparent quality to the observer. Though this occurrence of note was definitely pleasing, everything I’ve written so far is dear to me, whether an outlet for creative spirit or emotional venting. (I try not to do it here…) However, they may not hold up in the bigger picture.
So, creativity or venting, whichever the case, whenever, shall henceforth be restricted so as to ensure a meaningful utilization of time and space. (My time and web space, that is)
Of course there may be slight and infrequent interspersions of informative/comic relief to break the monotony, should it decide to jump into the frame.
Thus shall I perdure.
And while I’m writing this… damn, I hate that Sponge Bob!!
Advice for physical well being : rarely regard a repugnant pugilist.
Van Halen – Right Now
While the wind takes the years, one silly petal at a time.”
- B. J. A.
The answer my friend, is blowing in the wind.
Bob Dylan got it so right. This is the most honest response to all of life’s questions.
Yeah, I’m here again. Amid a recession, during which I contemplated dumping this blog because over-expression was trivializing my pursuit for enlightenment through self expression, it seems I was able to come up with something of apparent quality to the observer. Though this occurrence of note was definitely pleasing, everything I’ve written so far is dear to me, whether an outlet for creative spirit or emotional venting. (I try not to do it here…) However, they may not hold up in the bigger picture.
So, creativity or venting, whichever the case, whenever, shall henceforth be restricted so as to ensure a meaningful utilization of time and space. (My time and web space, that is)
Of course there may be slight and infrequent interspersions of informative/comic relief to break the monotony, should it decide to jump into the frame.
Thus shall I perdure.
And while I’m writing this… damn, I hate that Sponge Bob!!
Advice for physical well being : rarely regard a repugnant pugilist.
Van Halen – Right Now
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Don't just stand there with your mouth open... say SOMETHING dammit!
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Skin Deep
I don’t know why the second verse has slight religious references... It’s just how it is.
You look like an angel
But you sin like a whore
At the end of the night
I’m still wanting you more
When we’re together
The room is on fire
The lower we go
You’re taking me higher
But when the games are done
The clouds blow over the sun
And I’m crying girl but it’s not for you
I close my eyes and I find
Its not you in the eye of my mind
And my heart is screaming the truth
It makes me feel so damn cheap
Baby our love is only skin deep
You got me in a spell
Your body is talking to me
In the language born in Eden
Like the tempter in the tree
Our souls are poles apart
But passion has joined our fates
Enjoy it while it lasts
We won’t make the Pearly Gates…
But when the games are done
The clouds blow over the sun
And I’m crying girl but it’s not for you
I close my eyes and I find
Its not you in the eye of my mind
And my heart is screaming the truth
It makes me feel so damn cheap
Baby our love is only skin deep
Addictive, delicious
It’s mostly suspicious
You’re like a blackened widow
But you’re not in my head
You’re only queen of my bed
It’s about time you had to go
Honey, you’re no Juliet
Sure I’m not Romeo
Before you make plans, I don’t think I’m your man
Just thought its right you should know
When the games are done
Clouds cover the sun
And the crying that I do ain’t for you
I close my eyes and I find
Its not you in my mind
And my heart is screaming the truth
It makes me feel like such a creep
Baby our love is only skin deep
You look like an angel
But you sin like a whore
At the end of the night
I’m still wanting you more
When we’re together
The room is on fire
The lower we go
You’re taking me higher
But when the games are done
The clouds blow over the sun
And I’m crying girl but it’s not for you
I close my eyes and I find
Its not you in the eye of my mind
And my heart is screaming the truth
It makes me feel so damn cheap
Baby our love is only skin deep
You got me in a spell
Your body is talking to me
In the language born in Eden
Like the tempter in the tree
Our souls are poles apart
But passion has joined our fates
Enjoy it while it lasts
We won’t make the Pearly Gates…
But when the games are done
The clouds blow over the sun
And I’m crying girl but it’s not for you
I close my eyes and I find
Its not you in the eye of my mind
And my heart is screaming the truth
It makes me feel so damn cheap
Baby our love is only skin deep
Addictive, delicious
It’s mostly suspicious
You’re like a blackened widow
But you’re not in my head
You’re only queen of my bed
It’s about time you had to go
Honey, you’re no Juliet
Sure I’m not Romeo
Before you make plans, I don’t think I’m your man
Just thought its right you should know
When the games are done
Clouds cover the sun
And the crying that I do ain’t for you
I close my eyes and I find
Its not you in my mind
And my heart is screaming the truth
It makes me feel like such a creep
Baby our love is only skin deep
2 Comments:
hey bjjj i finally see some finesse comin out here..seriously i like this one...its got sense..and sensiblity( weell dats a copy haha).....so u see the intermittent writing thing helped some good things come out...watever happened ..its a good one...thumbs up from me...
ADITYA, at 7:05 PM, September 24, 2005
oh some appreciation...
i've been trying to be sensible for my last 3 writings...i guess only one worked.
anyway, i took the longest to write this one. so tell me what finesse u saw here and maybe i'll have a better idea what to do next time...
i've been trying to be sensible for my last 3 writings...i guess only one worked.
anyway, i took the longest to write this one. so tell me what finesse u saw here and maybe i'll have a better idea what to do next time...
Don't just stand there with your mouth open... say SOMETHING dammit!
Friday, September 02, 2005
Suddenly
This one was written while I had “Imagine” on my mind. (No offence to the Genius of John Lennon) I think the song’s rhythmic influence shows up in parts. Now, though Imagine was supposed to be edged with Lennon’s cynicism, that didn’t carry through to here.
Its almost May, still no flowers
Suddenly, April showers
Father and son, hand in hand
Suddenly, son’s a man
Walking alone, counting the miles
Suddenly, a stranger smiles
Searching for hope to see me through
Suddenly, I think of you…
Suddenly, makes the truth into a lie
Suddenly, you wanna laugh while you cry
Suddenly, your chance is knocking on your door
Suddenly, it doesn’t matter anymore…
Sleepless nights, smothered in doubt
Suddenly, stars come out
Drunken barfly, flowing sorrow
Suddenly, there’s tomorrow
A long way to go, no rest in sight
Suddenly, guiding light
Searching for treasure I never find
Suddenly, you’re on my mind…
Suddenly, makes the truth into a lie
Suddenly, you wanna laugh while you cry
Suddenly, chance a knockin’ on your door
Suddenly, it doesn’t matter anymore…
Reality hits like a bolt in the dark
A match in the rain, I'm searching for my spark
I’ve lost the friends I haven’t yet met
Walls crashing down, bricks of regret
I started slow but now I know… Suddenly.
Co-incidentally, while posting this I’m listening to “Live and let die”, originally performed by Lennon’s once upon a time band mate, Paul McCartney.
Alright, now my last 4 posts have all been songs…I’m not sure if they’re so good, but I know my lyrical quality has definitely improved since I started. Anyway, next time, no song. Just me, back again.
Link: John Lennon and The Beatles
Link: Get IMAGINE
Link: My First Take
Its almost May, still no flowers
Suddenly, April showers
Father and son, hand in hand
Suddenly, son’s a man
Walking alone, counting the miles
Suddenly, a stranger smiles
Searching for hope to see me through
Suddenly, I think of you…
Suddenly, makes the truth into a lie
Suddenly, you wanna laugh while you cry
Suddenly, your chance is knocking on your door
Suddenly, it doesn’t matter anymore…
Sleepless nights, smothered in doubt
Suddenly, stars come out
Drunken barfly, flowing sorrow
Suddenly, there’s tomorrow
A long way to go, no rest in sight
Suddenly, guiding light
Searching for treasure I never find
Suddenly, you’re on my mind…
Suddenly, makes the truth into a lie
Suddenly, you wanna laugh while you cry
Suddenly, chance a knockin’ on your door
Suddenly, it doesn’t matter anymore…
Reality hits like a bolt in the dark
A match in the rain, I'm searching for my spark
I’ve lost the friends I haven’t yet met
Walls crashing down, bricks of regret
I started slow but now I know… Suddenly.
Co-incidentally, while posting this I’m listening to “Live and let die”, originally performed by Lennon’s once upon a time band mate, Paul McCartney.
Alright, now my last 4 posts have all been songs…I’m not sure if they’re so good, but I know my lyrical quality has definitely improved since I started. Anyway, next time, no song. Just me, back again.
Link: John Lennon and The Beatles
Link: Get IMAGINE
Link: My First Take
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Don't just stand there with your mouth open... say SOMETHING dammit!
Thursday, September 01, 2005
Live it while it lasts
This was inspired by Aerosmith…
It was supposed to be my first rock song but I’m not sure how its turned out.
I’m on a road so lonely
I started out so boldly
Those days are gone…
Lost in the dust behind me.
I know I have been headstrong
I’m lost, what did I do wrong?
Forgive me…
Give me one good chance, gimme one last ride
I’m playin’ for my sanity, playin’ for my pride
I’ll be going for the gold, never breaking my stride
Yeaeaeaeaeaeaeaeah…
Sing for the moment, sing for the winner
Sing for the saint when you sing for the sinner
Dream for your future while you’re running from your past
Dream, you can do anything; just live it while it lasts.
I wanted to win only
I faced the heat so coldly
Those days are gone…
I’ve lost them all behind me.
Imprisoned by my own fate
Too little help comes too late
Release me…
Give me one good chance, gimme one last ride
I’m playin’ for my sanity, playin’ for my pride
I’ll be going for the gold, never breaking my stride
Yeaeaeaeaeaeaeaeah…
Sing for the moment, sing for the winner
Sing for the saint when you sing for the sinner
Dream for your future while you’re running from your past
Dream, you can do anything; just live it while it lasts.
Silent prayers without an answer
Can keep us from forgiving
But we don’t need no lies to hide us
In the dreamland that we’re livin’.
So take your box of cigarettes
Climb up the bridge and fling it
‘Cos when you dream you have a life
All you gotta do is…
Sing it!
Sing for the moment, sing for the winner
Sing for the saint when you sing for the sinner
Dream for your future while you’re running from your past
Dream, you can do anything; just live it while it lasts.
It’s gotta last
Make it last
Just live it while it lasts.
Link: Aerosmith
It was supposed to be my first rock song but I’m not sure how its turned out.
I’m on a road so lonely
I started out so boldly
Those days are gone…
Lost in the dust behind me.
I know I have been headstrong
I’m lost, what did I do wrong?
Forgive me…
Give me one good chance, gimme one last ride
I’m playin’ for my sanity, playin’ for my pride
I’ll be going for the gold, never breaking my stride
Yeaeaeaeaeaeaeaeah…
Sing for the moment, sing for the winner
Sing for the saint when you sing for the sinner
Dream for your future while you’re running from your past
Dream, you can do anything; just live it while it lasts.
I wanted to win only
I faced the heat so coldly
Those days are gone…
I’ve lost them all behind me.
Imprisoned by my own fate
Too little help comes too late
Release me…
Give me one good chance, gimme one last ride
I’m playin’ for my sanity, playin’ for my pride
I’ll be going for the gold, never breaking my stride
Yeaeaeaeaeaeaeaeah…
Sing for the moment, sing for the winner
Sing for the saint when you sing for the sinner
Dream for your future while you’re running from your past
Dream, you can do anything; just live it while it lasts.
Silent prayers without an answer
Can keep us from forgiving
But we don’t need no lies to hide us
In the dreamland that we’re livin’.
So take your box of cigarettes
Climb up the bridge and fling it
‘Cos when you dream you have a life
All you gotta do is…
Sing it!
Sing for the moment, sing for the winner
Sing for the saint when you sing for the sinner
Dream for your future while you’re running from your past
Dream, you can do anything; just live it while it lasts.
It’s gotta last
Make it last
Just live it while it lasts.
Link: Aerosmith
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Don't just stand there with your mouth open... say SOMETHING dammit!
