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a silent memoir

think of an euphemism… a violent clam… the numbness of your enthusiasm!

why do we ponder on how the wind blows, and “oh, autumn’s coming”? an extension of thyself, lest we forget how human we are!

a extract from the song below…

this is my story, a silent memoir
the placidity questions you, “why are you carrying this burden”?
a episode in itself, lonliness responds
every scar screams, attempting to grab my attention…

strings – zinda: listen to this song here
(you need real player for this)


yeh hai meri kahani
khamosh zindagani
sannata keh raha hai
kyun zulm seh raha hai

ek dastaan purani
tanhayi ki zubani
her zakham khil raha hai
kuch mujh se keh raha hai

chubtay kantay yadoon ke daaman say chunta hoon
girti deewaron ke aanchal mai zinda hoon

bass yeh meri kahani
benishaan nishaani
ek darr beh raha hai
kuch mujh se keh raha hai

chubtay kaanten yadoon ke daaman se chunta hoon
girti deewaron ke aanchal mein zinda hoon

bajay pyaar ki shabnum mere gulistaan mein
baraste rehte hain har simt maut ke saye
siyahiyon se ulajh padti hain meri aankhein
koi nahi .. koi bhi nahi jo batlaye
kitni der ujalon ki raah dekhe
koi nahi hai koi bhi nahi
na pass na durr
yeh pyaar hai
dil ki dharkan
apni chahat ka jo ellan kiye jaati hai
zindagi hai jo jiye jaati hai
khoon k ghoont peay jaati hai
khwaab aankhon se siye jaati hai

ab na koi paas hai
phir bhi ehsaas hai
yahiaon mai uljhi padi
jeene ki ek aas hai
yadoon ka jungle yeh dil
kaanton se jal thal yeh dil

chubtay kaanten yadoon ke daaman se chunta hoon
girti deewaron ke aanchal mein zinda hoon

my sweet turpentine

purify

purify – metallica: listen to this song here
(you need real player for this)

every now and then yesterday strikes back… like a splinter in your finger. and god it hurts! it stings like a new experience.

nightmares are awakened in the brightness of the mighty darkness. shaken, stirred and all that’s forsaken is laid down on the table like the nakedness of a virgin! an unnerving feeling creeps, for that split-second the line between sleep and alertness gets jaded. faded like a child’s erased graffiti on the walls of home before the parents walk in! you can see the mistakes, but you can’t make out what has the child doodled.

there does come a time when despite the worlds charismas one’s curiosity is buried six feet under. times where vulnerability doesn’t strike anything more than just an adjective. the mirror speaks of finding comfort in reclusion, the shadows interpret deceit to thyself and you believe in an enigma that is you, well ascertained that it’s only you who holds the key but no motive to turn it!

new habits seem like they are RE-appearing… trusting you are the captor, and you, yourself are the slave. eyes that cannot see you, hands that drop you, tongues that speak on the inside, silence that blemishes your faith.

time, the most pertinent factor, comes clothed in deception, allowing you to be encompassed, compelling, not caring however unwilling you are to be sheltered in it’s short lived sanity.

like a splinter, it tears, it stings, it eases!

Pure if i… Can’t you help me?
Pure if i… Won’t you help me?
Purify you and i
Purify you and i
Pure if i… Can’t you help me?
Pure if i… Won’t you help me?
You and i purify
You and i purify
Purify

it’s never built to really last!

superman

life is a lemon & i want my money back – meatloaf : listen to this song here
(you need real player for this)

i want my money back
i want my money back
it’s all or nothing

and nothing’s all i ever get
every time i turn it on
i burn it up and burn it out

it’s always something
there’s always something going wrong
that’s the only guarantee
that’s what this is all about

it’s a never ending attack
everything’s a lie, and that’s a fact
life is a lemon and i want my money back!

and all the morons
and all the stooges with their coins
they’re the ones who make the rules
it’s not a game – it’s just a rout

there’s desperation
there’s desperation in the air
it leaves a stain on all your clothes
and no detergant gets it out

and we’re always slipping through the the cracks
then the movie’s over – fade to black
life is a lemon and i want my money back!

i want my money back
i want my money back

what about love?
it’s defective!
it’s always breaking in half

what about sex? !
it’s defective!
it’s never built to really last

what about your family?
it’s defective!
all the batteries are shot

what about your friends?
they’re defective!
all the parts are out of stock

what about hope?
it’s defective!
it’s corroded and decayed

what about faith?
it’s defective!
it’s tattered and it’s frayed

what about your gods?
they’re defective!
they forgot the warranty

what about your town?
it’s defective!
it’s a dead end street to me

what about your school?
it’s defective!
it’s a pack of useless lies

what about your work?
it’s defective!
it’s a crock and then you die

what about your childhood?
it’s defective!
it’s dead and buried in the past

what about your future?
it’s defective!
and you can shove it up your ass!!

i want my money back
i want my money back

it’s all or nothing
and nothing’s all i ever get
every time i turn it on
i burn it up and burn it out

it’s a never ending attack
everything’s a lie, and that’s a fact
life is a lemon and i want my money back!

and we’re always slipping through the the cracks
then the movie’s over-fade to black
life is a lemon and i want my money back!