Tuesday, November 30, 2010
A Slow Burning Night
Friday, October 15, 2010
Seasons
Summer tan comes crawling off
Her lotus skin which peels
Seems like they are burning
Every heart beat that feels
Winter black freezes slowly
Her dark passion which cries
Seems like it takes a message
To make everything all right
Autumn rains make heavens wreak
Of suicide that never wanted to be
Now lingering is the faint smell
Of turbulence and disease
Fall falls like the dead that it is
Pretending to be the face
Of the beauty so misinterpreted
Like ambience and vanity
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Black Low Fat Blues
Monday, September 27, 2010
Motor City Blues
Thursday, September 09, 2010
Puff Cake And Moth Ball Saliva Stew
Tuesday, September 07, 2010
Footprint
Looking down the hill
Wild cherries with a footprint
Lonely as a window sill
Burning smoke and a flavor mint
Swing sky high into the song
The rope that holds you tight
The birds have taken rather long
To kill the angels with all their might
Descend slowly back into the joke
The ropes that you are freed from
The birds hold the gun as he spoke
Speechless as he lets go of the gun
Looking up into space
Melting stars with no name
Starving to win the race
The footprints are to blame
Monday, August 09, 2010
Easy
She takes your throne
You are ignorable
She eats the cake
The candles don’t matter
She is in love with you
That’s what she says
You are not deaf
But you are you
Turn around
To the sound
It is easy to forget
That you’re dying
You’re dying
I was here
I was there
Took control
But lost it all
Made through the day
In a pretentious way
Now I am here
Knowing myself
Turn around
To the sound
It is easy to forget
That you’re dying
You’re dying
Ohh
Getting lost seems so easy
Easy
Ohh
Breaking knots isn’t my way
Not my way
Ohh
Soon you will relax on a bed so cold
Thorns of pain
Ohh
I am here and far way
Far away
Sunday, August 01, 2010
A Love Called Seattle
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Could
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Inch
Friday, May 07, 2010
Rabbit In A Magician's Role
Dark ale full in jars
Loud music from futuristic cars
Dreams full of water bubbles on Mars
Purple moonshine rain on trees
Spicy red beans and grated green cheese
Soft music from the windshook leaves
Dreams full of big black rocks in seas
Icy stones carved on a wall
Fiery yellow light strikes in from a hall
Groovy bass from a cello tall
Dreams full of a multicolored pool ball
Thick grey smoke blows in through a hole
Carrots never made it to a salad bowl
Dark music from a lifeless soul
Dreams full of a rabbit in a magician's role
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Negative Lice
Wheels in slow motion
Piggy town
Spiral sensation
Pouring bees
Stinging rain, it stays
Leafless trees
Bully crane awaits
She called me on the phone
The phone stops to ring
His aunt made her an ice cream cone
Outside, selling a wing
Melting ice
Tan machines, they spin
Negative lice
Managing lean, minds swing
Wingless bird
Daytripping soul unfolds
Flesh and mustard
On a plate with bone, so cold
She spoke to me so quietly
The wire starts to burn
His aunt was tripping soulfully
Inside , waiting for his turn
She called me on the phone
The phone stops to ring
His aunt was tripping soulfully
Inside , waiting for his turn
Cloudy sky
Bear shaped ballons in gloom
Vapor high
Out of the cocoon
Dreamy Eyes
Fly at me, they sing
Cuts the wire
Eats the cream with sin
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Grunge
She screams at her bush quiet regularly
Sound for the gardens, honey and jam for me
She goes to the temple just to feed the dogs
She feeds them stone, while a pilot comes crashing in
He is in chains, next to Alice who is malfunctioned
In a river so green we swim
Another mad season to play with
And Foo, he loves to fight with me
As i lie sound stuck by a screaming tree
She collectively gathers my soul
With pieces of pearl in mud
Alice and her pilot are now in the river
Seven years in and i am still a bitch for you
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Sides
A River In The Sky
She came a whole month late
She and another man
She found him in the storm
Look how old her face was
The scars she bore were new
All these letters that she wrote to you
The pencil's broken blue
Look how all the stars
They sprung up from the earth
A river in the sky
A tree he plants on the west side
A hole he digs in the south
In the north he builds a tower
In the east he leaves his dreams
In the center he creates his love
A moonshine in the sun
In the back of his mind he shivers
An icy chance of hope
Look how all the stars
They sprung up from the earth
A river in the sky
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Hit The Road (*)
Back to belong
Dirty Laundry
Better than clean
Just a thought away from you
When you walked into the room
Blanket's wet
Bed is clear
Wallet Search
Gifts are thrown
Just a fight away from you
When you walked out of the room
No return
Empty chair
Air is dry
Smoke is in my lung
Just a song away from you
when you started to sing
Waving hands
Leave in faith
Chase no more
Trembling feet
Just a footstep away from you
When I was said Goodbye
Close the door
Bolt and lock
Airily
Roll and roll
Just a smile away from me
When you came back for the kill
Wednesday, April 07, 2010
LA to Bombay ( A Mid Summer's Dream )
Pellets of moonshine beaming through its gleam
I could only see into the night it seemed
Black and gray and blue and green
She takes her coat off and flings it on the side
Tightly she pulls the belt, sets in for the ride
Once I'd seen the colours my eyes opened up wide
She was going home, she joyfully smiled
Soft piano strung keys into my brain
My frame of thought could not be cut off by another train
I could only see into the night, my past it felt slain
I gave in to the moment like the trickling water felt the rain
Wheels rolled on slow, dragging a whirlpool of soul
Endorsing a love affair with the sky, penetrating its hole
Plunging right into the clouds, time had hit the pole
She wore her coat on and asked "Aren't you going home?"
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Imagine
And a box of pills
She got her sketch book, colour pencils
And some coffee bills
I took the long way
But i reached on time
She never came
On her way she died
Played in the sand
And we made some castles too
Watched the sun set
And some silly movies too
We fell asleep
But i woke up good
She never did
In my dreams she died
I got my Tee Shirt, skateboard
And my canvas shoes
She got her hippie talk, poetry
And some travelling blues
We sang aloud
And i was on time
She changed colours
And just like that she died
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Happy Decadence
I fill the void
The wholeness, of which I fear
Knife by knife
I carve on the wall
The bricks, with which I built it
Sip by sip
I take the gulp
The ocean in which I drown in
Is there any more filth
That my greed can be with
Is there any pure dimension
That this brain can be in
Word by word
I fill this page
The joke of which I cry about
Hate by hate
I spread the words
The anger of which I joke about
Fear by fear
I frantically move
The feeling of which I rejoice about
Is there any more life
That my soul can be with
Is there any impure dimension
That this brain cannot be in
Step by step
I climb the ladder
The fall of which i rely upon
Song by song
I catch the tune
The rhythm of which I offbeat about
Day by day
I waste the week
The month of which I procrastinate
Are there any more years
Left to be calculated
Are there any more decades
Left to be manipulated
Happy Decadence '10
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Strawberry Girl
Yeah i fell in love right after she said "Hey"
Banged my head just like you do in a movie set
She took a cigarette and then she said "Goodbye"
Ohhh I wanna see you once more
So i could tell you who i really am
But more than anything, i really wanna know
Is that this ain't just another one night stand
She's got flowers for hair and marbles for eye balls
She's got feathers for hands and wings for soul
She's got tiny little ambitions and big monumental dreams
She's got everything, but what is really "everything"?
Ohhh i wanna take you around the world
So we could find out who we really are
But more than anywhere, i really wanna take a ride
Is where, this wouldn't be just another one night stand
Isn't she the most sweetest girl you've ever met?
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Needs
They need to be tamed
Politicians are like thieves
They need to be blamed
Peace pushers are always ignored
They need to be famed
I am like a wild beast
I need to be caged
Nature's so beautiful
It needs to be free
Amigos are like brothers
They need to run in three's
Flowers are so mighty
They need to be more like trees
I am like a prisoner
I need to find a way to flee
My confidence is so rusted
It needs to always shine
My direction is so overturned
It needs to be in line
My happiness is so boring
It needs to never whine
You are so real
You need to be mine
Friday, October 16, 2009
Settling Down
I am your abused pawn
Are we moving slow
You shot me like i am a foe
You're my friend you say
Knives that we drew
At midnight we burnt out a new day
No, not much left of our crew
We ruled the universe together
And now its time to halt the train
Will bruise you dead forever
The bullet that hit my brain
Forever
Are we hiding inside
Tangled up in lies
Are we keeping the score
You enthrone what you adore
You're my master you say
Gun Man shows the way
At dusk, we burnt out another town
On the grave, place my crown
We ruled the universe together
And now its time to halt the train
Will bruise you dead forever
The bullet that hit my brain
We stare at the devil right in the eye
And i fell head first into the grave
You laugh hysterically at my fate
But you will always be a slave
I am settling down
Are you still in hiding
I am moving slow
Are you still keeping the score
--
Wrote this for a short film
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
A Girl Called Perseida
We waited silently
Waiting for her shower
And all her mysteries
Forget who you are
It's time to get high
There's a blazing fire warning
Advertised in the sky
She's trying to communicate
With what's left on this earth
Madness and confusion
is what we have become
Don't run in circles
Stay right where you are
She's a lava spitting dynamite
Her name is Perseida
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Of Daffodils and Unicorns
No, but she don't think she likes me
She wants to move away from where she belongs
In hope her life starts to get better
No, i ain't gonna try to stop her
Playin' around with nature just ain't my thing
I don't know how this song can sound so happy
When all i feel is sadness and grief beneath
Oh wont you turn around and stay right here
Where the daffodils bloom and the unicorns sleep
Oh wont you let me take you out on another drive
Where the roads are wide and never ending
This girl i knew, she once said she likes me
No, but later she said it was just a joke
She wanted money and things just like every other
In hope her life starts to get better
No, all i wanted was some real love
Things could wait and money just ain't my thing
I don't know how this song can sound so sad
When all i feel is joy and mirth beneath
Oh wont you turn around and walk away
where the sun cries and the moon quakes
Oh wont you let me shake your hands
Where the lifelines,they cease to exist
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Disconnected
I draw circles on this wall
This wall, that closes in and out
As time draws mazes in my head
She sighs a dead tear on her cheek
I draw a smiling frown on mine
How we try to be who we are not
And yet we say we are nothing at all
How we wake up to find out we never really slept
And yet we dream all the time
Share the darkness with the ghosts
I draw walls around my door
My door, that is always closed
As mazes draw time lags in my head
She tries to strangle herself with wires
I draw knives to cut mine off
How we pretend to share all the time
And yet give nothing at all
How we try to stay connected
Though wires, walls and time
Friday, April 10, 2009
That Old Hag Down The Farm
An old hag, she rants
About the surprise and alarm
Of the new war, the town cranks
Clearly as she remembers
When she was a little girl
Her daddy along with the other plumbers
Gave that broken shower knob, a twirl
Out sprinkled some drops
Many green coins flew
And soon all the crops
Were cut to nothing more than few
So the mayor, who recently was elected
Corrupt, but charming, a merchant of "change"
On the black marshy farms, a green mine he seated
Selling "hope" to them, whose minds were out of range
He went on expanding his new found glory
Earning popularity from the masses,a subtle way to cheat
"We can Change", "We can do it", oh what a story!
Using naivety, just like a butcher does his meat
Like midas of old, he went on to sell his soul
Along with pots of gold, a superpower he claimed he was
Soon the greed was invaded by those who were addicted to coal
Madness and riots were replaced by most of his flaws
And so the town, now just a flat piece of land
Dried up and forgotten and raised down to hell
All that remains is the old hag and a taste so bland
Who sips the water and spits it back, down that new wishing well
Clearly as she wishes
When she was a little girl
The masses and the classes
Had not given that broken shower knob, a twirl
Friday, April 03, 2009
Optimistic
A wave of sunrays, gushing
In my dreams, i have seen
A pool of clouds, rippling
In my dreams, i have seen
A shadow of horizons, forming
In my dreams i have seen
A mirage of sand dunes, castling
In my dreams, i have seen
A mist of fogs, reappearing
In my dreams, i have seen
A flock of birds, orchastrating
In my dreams, i have seen
A shower of ice cream, raining
In my dreams, i have seen
A labyrinth of love, simplifying
In my dreams, i have seen
A landfill of black holes, shutting
In my dreams, i have seen
A race of ambitions, galloping
In my dreams, i have seen
A cluster of galaxies, uniting
In my dreams, i have seen
A freedom of souls, rising
In my nightmares, i have seen
Dreams of me, sleeping
Saturday, September 27, 2008
There There
Lost amidst closing in walls
Here, the lights dont shine no more
Gets dimmer every passing hour
Here, the war is on a break
Cold and silent like the night
Here, the ocean is a desert
Cactus and drought in every sense
Here, the dream is a ghost
Hoping to one day sleep to death
Here, the paradise is sleeping
Waking only to know it is still alive
Here, the landfill has risen
Replacing blood in all of the streams
Here, the virus will not heal
Infecting the mind to feel free
Here, i wanna get there
"I try so hard to forget us
Your memories just dont seem to fade
How i would beg for one more chance
Even i know i am far too late"
- Me, but i am sure its written before (not necessarily in that order)
Monday, August 04, 2008
The Saga Of My Driving License
D
Got a Texas Driving License on a Tuesday
They draft the white trash here first by the way
Done four trips to the DMV, all my life
Came back home and i decided, i am done this time
Revved up my engine and i drove to downtown
Sat in my cubicle and i slammed it all down
GCGD
Now my manager, came along and he called me a slack
So i said, its all your fault and i gave him a whack
Put my feet, on the table and lit a cuban cigar
Stole his car keys and i disappeared into a bar
D ( 4X )
Solo on A and D
MP3s:
Pablo:
Pablo [Digitally Remastered] by Arjun:
Lazyeddy:
Ashtray on a Motorbike:
Friday, June 27, 2008
If Looks Could Kill
And she looked at me
She said she aint got the remedy
To set me free
I said i dont need the pills
So let it be
I am a little blind but if you undress
Then maybe i can see
If looks could kill, then baby i am ogling at you
If you're in for the thrill, then i am runnin up the prison for you
Whew!
The teacher strokes her hair
While her clip falls down
Waves rushing out
Like a smile in a frown
I said keep smilin' baby
cause we're gettin out of this town
I will make you my queen
And you will wear a crown
If looks could kill, then baby i am ogling at you
If you're in for the thrill, then i am runnin up the prison for you
Whew!
Kickstart this love machine
Break these bars of steel
I am lying here, without your feel
And dont look at me, cause i wanna kill
Yeah i wanna kill!
Friday, June 20, 2008
Zilch
Young girls screaming
Urethane skate
California dreaming
Bright Lights shine
Dull cricket game
Juvenile fights and whine
Its all the same
Ticking clocks
Traffic Jam
Dandruff socks
Expired ham
James Bond spoof
Add to the shopping cart
Stay under the roof
Learn this art
Get the job done
A shallow heart
A web well spun
Stab me with a dart
A lie here
A lie there
Everything to fear
Nothing to spare
Bulletproof your mind
Six barrel shotgun
i am not your kind
i am no one
Ear drums dry
Run to the hill
Its time to fly
Without a pill
All that we are, we are Zilch
All that we are, we are Zilch
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
The pills dont work
Weak legs
Back hammered
Week shattered
Uninvited
Still late
Back Home
Keys are lost
Messed up
Drugged up
Internet tv
Snot 'n' Sniffy
Bedroom
Bathroom
Whatever you do
Stay out of my room
Look sick
Feel sick
Cheap flick
Masturbate it
No car
No house
No drive
Cant get a high five
Torn clothes
Dirt weather
Half friends
Dont change these trends
Head dull
Eyes red
Legs shake
For paranoia's sake
Fever thrill
Turmeric milk
Girlfriend's skin
Feels like silk
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Give me the Pills
Offbeat mirages
Locked up doors
Iron plated cages
Restless sleep
Unaccelerated drive
Wounds slit deep
Fingers less than five
Trusted Lies
Halted time
Malice rise
Organized crime
Plastic guns
Cant handle stress
Homeless bums
Light the gas
A baby's head
Oil for free
Father's dead
murder in first degree
Skinless feet
A cheating wife
Face the heat
A cosmetic life
A scandal today
Hall of Fame
A six dollar pay
Its all the same
We got the bombs
Sex with three
Give me the pills
I am not free
Wake from this daze
Where the horizon meets the sky
Sleep with this laze
Carried on from last night's high
Monday, January 28, 2008
The Wrong Edge Of A Diamond
Cast Deep Inside
Fill up the restless void
Shivering while the tan creeps around
Bottled safe inside are my confusingly varying plans
Compromised by cold momentary reminders of my nonexistent past
Awake, she tried desperately to wake me from my disturbing sleep
Sleep, she still snoozes in peace on a violin’s dream
Dreams, an eddy of a sober hallucination
Circles in a lost diamond
Trick the shadows
Inside
Thursday, January 10, 2008
How very Iron Maiden.. I should have been their official songwriter
The tyrant leads forward
Time decedes to hollow
The vulture takes on its prey
Darkness whispers a death
Cunning and sorrowfull
Day in and night out
Screaming crows and owls shout
Buried by sands of time
A new soul and machine is found
Engraved in the souls of men
Hell is perished and vitory is sought
The sword is raised, glory's unbound
Defeat is in sight, the Queen is crowned
The gold is taken, Satan is a mule
Evil decays, the brave are back to rule
"Any one can write songs
But that does not make him a songwriter"
.. Anonymous guy on 93.1 Jack FM ( Hell A radio station)
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Right Said The Joker
I drink at every bar; I sell my disease to every patient.
I'm a screamer, I'm a geezer, I'm a twenty thousand watt amplifier,
everything feels like my playground now.
I'm a transformer,an impostor, my own bomb dismantler,
I am a virus in disguise, with only my eyes to hide.
i am a penetrator, a sinner, a bone chilling comforter,
My mirth begins when you are in deep sleep.
I'm a liar , a craver, a carbon monoxide infiltrator,
Wherever i go, trouble follows.
I'm a striker, a biter, a Vampire Motorcycle Rider,
Hey, but let me tell you about my Alter Ego.
I'm a cracker, a toker, I'm the funniest story teller,
I make believe the skies are under my feet.
I'm a snoozer, I'm a "Kramer", I talk faster than Chris Tucker,
I'm right here but way out of your reach.
I'm a stalker,a watcher, I'm a "whatever i've got, a holder" ,
I am an SAP configurator and i am still unemployed.
I'm a smoker, i'll make friends even with a stammerer,
I am just a little faster than your average lawn mower.
I'm a mocker, a conner, I am a spoon fed eater,
I am shy and talkative at the same time.
I'm a pepper, i'm a sweetener,and i can even be sour,
You see, mostly i am a confuser!!
Thursday, August 02, 2007
Conspiracy Theories From The Garden Of Elves
I know i dont have that many readers but in case someone's gonna read this post, please
listen to this song. Its a song by Pink Floyd, during the Syd Barrett years.
"Bike" from the album "Piper at the gates of dawn".
Here's the link:http://youtube.com/watch?v=AMbVtovh8sY
So i wrote a parody of this songIt goes something like this :
( I might be a little tone deaf but i think most of the beats are right )
I've got a theory
Thats kinda like a conspiracy
I only wanted inspiration
But i've smoked up all my motivation
I'd give it to you if I could
But i stole it from you
This is the kind of story that should fit in your world
I'll write anything
Everything if it has a reaction
I think that Kurt Cobain
never really killed himself
But was shot down by some drunk
On the railway track
I told this story to the journalist
But she told me i was a crack
This is the kind of story that should fit in your world
I'll write anything
Everything if it has a reaction
I know that Neil Armstrong
never landed on the moon
it was just a mutant mouse
who bought cat like features on lease
He's getting rather huge
And he ate up all that green cheeze
This is the kind of story that should fit in your world
I'll write anything
Everything if it has a reaction
I realized that George Bush was really just an alien
With seven hands
Four pair of cockeyed retina
And peanuts the size of two brains
They are on the streets for sale
But they are way too stale
This is the kind of story that should fit in your world
I'll write anything
Everything if it has a reaction
I believe that Kung Fu
Was invented by me
I can swing, i can nunchuck
I can get off even when i am stuck
I can take over the world
But i'll rather meditate
This is the kind of story that should fit in your world
I'll write anything
Everything if it has a reaction
I know a girl who likes to hear tales
some fake
some true
but most of them are conspired
Why don't we meet up
And we'll make them real
Friday, July 06, 2007
Lebanese Get Away Car Driver
and let me know what you think
I am running out of words
And patience at the same time
If you dont wanna lunch
we can go to my place and have a drink
But if you're going to lie
Then you're commiting a serious crime
Whoa ho oo oo i wanna take you out
whoa ho oo oo somewhere far away
whoa ho oo oo we'll never come back
whoa ho oo oo from a secret get away
Ey Ey you're right!!!
You dont like the way i look
But you like the way i talk
Thats fine girl! cause when we kiss
You know we always close our eyes
Behind closed doors, up against the wall
we'll throw away the key to that greasy old lock
And by that time i'll be fine
with hearing absolutely no truth but only lies
Whoa ho oo oo i wanna take you out
whoa ho oo oo somewhere far away
whoa ho oo oo we'll never come back
whoa ho oo oo from a secret get away
Ey Ey you're right!!!
Monday, June 18, 2007
Ocean Girl
Hang in there
I know you can spot the land
But you cant touch
That's why you're down
And i am leaving town
Just to meet you there
So float in there
I am coming around
In my spaceship
I know you're scared of heights
But i'll handle that
Throw you a ladder
Made of rope
Fly you to my galaxy
Where we can be among stars
Scars, will all fade away
Like all the needles in the hay
Golden like your hair spray
Ocean Girl, wont you stay?
In a spiral escalator
Down the Black Hole
I know we'll get lost
But you know thats my point
Dodge the asteroids
Before we descend
In a Soar In Theatre
Watch the trilogy of "The Supernova"
Rising back
All the way to moon
I know its a bumpy ride
But i'll bolt the seat belts on
Start a business
Selling Stars'n'Cream
Build a house
All made up of green cheese
Breeze, will be blowing in
Like the scent of tonic water and gin
Silver like an electric lightnin'
Ocean Girl, this will be our sin
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Shades Of Dust
Moving slow and breathing free
A cleaner love with a dirty feel
Like a moon thats nailed to a tree
And then i forgot
Most of what was Everything
And then i realized
That all of that was nothing
Wear this mask of misery
My face has split into three
My soul is advertised for a lease
You wont like what you will see
And then i forgot
Most of what was Everything
And then i realized
That all of that was nothing
Oh , in this feeling of you
Shades of dust and sun
Go round
Oh, i've tried to blend in
But i could not put my feet
In your shoes
I wonder whats your point of view
I am still stuck on you like cheap glue
I hate myself because these feelings are true
You are glad that we finally are through
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
A parody of Annie's Song byJohn Denver
Just like eating a raw goat,
Like having eight hundred degrees of fever,
Like having a shower in a sewer,
Like walking for hours in a desert,
Like taking a nap in the gutter.
You threw up on my carpet,
Oh how i wish it was yours
Come let me get you high,
Let me give my drink to you,
Let me drown you in alcohol,
let me let you pass out on this carpet,
Let me lay you down in your own bile,
Let me always do this to you.
Come let me wrap you in this carpet,
Oh how i wish it was yours
Since 1974 we've been hearing this song
Of Annie
Annie?
Who the f*** is Annie?
Saturday, June 09, 2007
Blu Ray Burning!!!
We store digital media
To be called as BD
That sets every optical illusion in sight
We are of high density
To produce high definition
For Whoever would
Be able to pay for its right
Born to lead
This digital universe
With short wavelengths
We spit blue violet laser
Blu Ray burning!!
With three interactive profiles
And a hard coating technology
Nothing can stop us
Not even Sony
With ongoing development
We have a base in paper
We have support from Java
Not caffeine but the software
Watch out HD DVD
We are the Killer bees
We transfer the data
At high breakneck speeds
Blu ray burning!!
Blu Ray burning!!
Monday, May 21, 2007
Because Ma Girlfriend's an MBA
Well, when I was only two
My mother dropped me on my head
I may have got the flu
But my right brain turned dead
Things were going bad
And they could only get worse
But it’s all right
Yea it’s all right
Well when I was in grade six
My voice began to crack
I was listening to guitar licks
But I sounded like a yak
(Chorus)
Things were going bad
And they could only get worse
But it’s all right
Cause
Because ma girlfriend’s an MBA
Yeay
You gotta hear what I say
About the time when I was seventeen
For the first time I fell in love
I was walking towards Halloween
For indeed, my heart she had to burn
Things were going bad
And they could only get worse
But it’s all right
Yea it’s all right
Wooh! Well, when I was twenty one
I started doing things illegal
I was getting higher than the sun
My body and soul slowly turning fatal
(Chorus)
Things were going bad
And they could only get worse
But it’s all right
Cause
Because ma girlfriend’s an MBA
Yeay
You gotta hear what I say
Around seven days earlier
I was drinking at a strip club
I was chatting up this girl
She used me like her cigarette stub
I told her I was a consultant
And I got lots of them monnnayyy
She said she loved that
And told me she was an MBA
(Chorus)
Things are going great
And they are only getting better
And it’s all right
Cause
Because ma girlfriend’s an MBA
Yeay
You better hear what I say
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Cat People
His wife, she’s a smoothie, never fails to arouse
His noisy kid plays the piano, has a room full of toys
His wife, she’s a girl, dreams of smoking with the boys
Me, yeah I am the mouse
Every afternoon within her blouse
So when the cat is away
The mice play a sweet game called “Which corner today?”
There’s a hole in the brain in my neighbor’s head
His eyes only see what I call a tribute to an empty bed
His avocado tree grows in the lawn and is big enough
His wife, she doesn’t care, she only lures for the rough
Me yeah, I am the mouse
Helping her break her vows
So when the cat is away
The mice play a sweet game called “Which corner today?”
There’s a black in the grey in my lifeless heart
My guilt, I buy from a magazine called “This Is How You Start”
My love, I steal from those who stand in a queue
My hate, is restricted to only a few
He, yeah he’s the cat
Not for the tits, but for the tat
So when the mouse sends shivers down her spine
The cats play a dull game called “That’s your corner, this is mine!”
Friday, March 23, 2007
A song for Bob Woolmer a.k.a " The Murder Of Bob Woolmer"
Shook his hands with the hands of doom
Slow dripping panic sweat, a cold embrace
Bats hurled, ropes twirled, your non Jamaican taste
Outside the Irish won
Beer mugs were on the run
The Kiwis were setting fire
While the crescent moon lowered
Chorus:
A "large man" they say he was
"Manual strangulation" was the cause
"No signs of forced entry" they say
Don't let the killers get away
No, No
Don't let the killers get away
Bob Woolmer left the World cup in disarray
Leading the super eight forecasts to go astray
While Indian media reports arrest in a haste
a murder mystery , a gossip theory, your typical Bollywood taste
A pity no one was there
No angels soaring in the air
No more days of match fixing
But the days of throat slitting
Chorus:
A "large man" they say he was
"Manual strangulation" was the cause
"No signs of forced entry" they say
Don't let the killers get away
No, No
Don't let the killers get away
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Mugged in California : A parody of Hotel California, a song by the Eagles
me and two friends walking there,
torn socks of FILA
all lying under a strand of dandruffed hair
I camped my butt in a very small tent
and watched the extremely dim lights..
My twin brother said he saw a gangtaah ride being pulled over
"Hey KP, balls to the fucking lights"
"Sam" stood in the corner
He smelled like Taco Bell
And I was drinking by myself
My Tecate heaven and Amit "Paul" Singh's choice of ale
Sam said he was a vandal,
and he said he needs his pay
There was nacho sauce dripping down his corduroys
He failed in robbing food that day
Welcome to be mugged in California
Its the easiest way
such a cheap ass way
Such a fucked up way
There are plenty of streets to be mugged in California
Any kind of beer,
you can steal it here
The cigarette packet is simply unfit it's-
Not for your six friends
He said he's mugged a lot of greedy,greedy boys
Thats how he pays rent
Gaurav looked down at the ground:"Are,
theeeeeeeeese your pants?
Sam said:"I dont remember."
Fomra said:"You only forget"
So I called to the fat man:
"Pleeeeeeeease take these 1 ruppee coins"
He said:"I haven't had that intention here since
Dollars, cents and dimes"
And dead rat stink was coming
From Sam's giant large hands
They shake you up in the middle of the night
You better count your fingers then
Welcome to be mugged in California
Its the easiest way
such a cheap ass way
Such a fucked up way
There are plenty of streets to be mugged in California
Any kind of beer
you can steal it here
Toy gun in his back pocket
Loaded with warm Bud Ice
His bad breath
Kept us prisoners there
With a hell lot of spanish rice.
and in a nearby broken phone booth
He petended he's making ganstaah calls
We broke the chains and we ran for our lives
But you just can't kill these fleas!!
That Winter I remember
This guy was,stalking us in the dark
Had we the mind,had we turned our backs,
Our faces he'd knocked out to the floor.
But "Step back",said we...
"We are now going to leave...
You can mug anyone you like
But t just aint going to be me"
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Do you wanna get Mugged?
The Bill Lumberg Band
Gaurav aka Gaurav- Mug Victim 2, Vocals (Scott Weiland style), bass
Formaldehyde aka Sudhakar - Mug Victim 1,Vocals,Shoelace Knots, Dance Performace with The White Rabbit Band
KP aka Karan- Official Mug Victim 3, Vocals, So called Lyrics, chaotic rhythm
Amit "Paul" Singh aka Amit - Guitar ( Stevie Ray Vaughn Style)
Sidlekar aka Siddharth - Vocals, Harmonica, YO HO HO without a bottle of rum
On Hoover Street, we were strolling, it was 4 am
Along came this latino, we told him his name was sam
Damn! he said "i don care i juss want to see some money"
So i shelled out a dollar and said "Hey man have fun doing laundry"
But boy did we realize he also ripped us off our empty matchbox
A couple quarters, a few coins, and a pair of dirty torn socks
As he left he said "Peace out Braa!" and a smile on his sly, happy cockeyed face
He fell a couple footsteps away as the "rabbit" had knotted his shoelace
We decided to let him have the dollar and we made him pay for a "mug" of java
He said "I aint having Coffee with Karan", I'll rather sip on some lava
Now KP was angry so he punched him hard and forced the coffee down his throat
As he lay surrounded by a pool of bile as if he had swallowed a raw goat
Just when were heading back home, along came a cop and he asked "Whats our DPA?"
We got confused and decided to do the same, we told him "Osama's Being Laid and he ran that way"
The cop got out and roared with the looks of a bull and teeth full of blood "NO I MEANT DRUNK POINT AVERAGE!!!"
So we told him we dont drink, we only smoke grass, its an easier solution to attain mind leverage
The cop removed a wave motion gun, injected heroin and then started to sob
He said i'll give y'all a lift home but first meet my boyfriend Bob
Bob was stoned and rather quiet, never spoke a word, only moved his hands but pretty much all over
So i gave him a synonym from Puppy Manohar's blog and told him "You're better off being sober"
We were finally home, another 12 pack to go, and it was 4 pm
I had food at a latino cafe, i thought to myself : "What a cheap scam"
Turned on the tube to listen to Chef Haphazard's (Def Leppard) "Lets get Mugged"
I dont know what they were talkin about but decided to mug someone off Atlas Shrugged
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A room full of music we wander in
Beautiful sounds arouse us from within
Where an eagle and a dinosaur are best of friends
Where night falls, the moon sleeps but the music never ends
In case you guys are wondering about the name of the band : The Bill Lumberg Band
just watch the movie Office Space and y'all will know that he is the coolest character in the history of cinema.
Monday, October 23, 2006
San Francisco Girl
She likes to play soccer
She lets me polish her nails
She hates it when they cry
She wears a denim jacket
She likes to read x-men comics
She gets a new piercing every week
She hates the taste of maggi
She wears Calvin Klein framed spectacles
She's trying to learn Sanskrit
She does believe in god
She hates the gentle murmur of simmer
She'd rather a strip club than Starbucks
She listens to Floyd and Queen
She's going to live with her mother..soon
She's a graphic designer but looks more like a waitress
She's a stoned fox
She thinks she can bowl well but...
She's got a huge appetite
She is hell on two heels
She wants to study Buddhism
She wears Suede Platform Giuseppe Zanotti shoes
She's a disco dose-a-pede
She's truly a foxy sorceress' breed
Monday, September 18, 2006
When the Red Foxes Dance
Till the moon cant believe its eyes
Your haunting shrieks control me
As the darkness penetrates the bloodred skies
The killer awakes at midnight
On a rusty bed in a cage of destruction
Silver smoke blinds my sight
A fiery soul and a machine makes its evolution
Without warning you make your moves
Silently as your jaws tear up the earth
In circles you beat the devil's ruse
Merry is your dance, wicked is your mirth
You put me in a trance
Ecstacy rushing in every stream of blood
When the red foxes dance
Cant feel the ground, i lie here charmed in your flood
Inspired from this pic that I checked out on "Queen of Lght and joy's " blog
Its the last pic on that post : Bonus picture ( Red Foxes)
Aweome pic: Kinda caught my attention
Really cool blog
Friday, September 15, 2006
That Goddamn! "I" Virus
The girl I met last night
I wonder...
If ever anything will last forever
I wish...
I could'nt feel
I regret...
Absolutely nothing
I hate....
People who ask you say "Cheeze" while taking your snap
I said...
I am going to hell and am taking you guys with me
I am...
A dreamer
I dance...
naked in my locked cell
I cry.....
sometimes to get a peaceful sleep
I get...
high all the fucking time
I see....
what I write ( should have been the other way around)
I confuse.....
people i dont like
I can....
write and play my own songs
I cant
play already played songs
I think.....
whoever started this idea is lame
I cannot believe....
I still wanted to blog this
I dont believe...
In the wars we fight just to prove how real we are
I believe...
In heaven here on earth
I need.....
You!
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Evil Tulips and Sea Scorpions
Cowboy hat, a steel horse, a gun unfurls
From scorching shadows, soaring with high octane
Dragon's wings, out from the silent void, spitting flames
Eroding earth,battles with the killer nameless
Emerging chaos, now starts to rack the ground
Out with the gun and knife,the captain of two souls
Blood stained sword, back into the scabbard it goes
Swinging through the forsaken, the dry and the parched
In quest of a land with evil tulips and sea scorpions
In with the moonless black, stops by the holy stone
Succumbs to the wild grapes and rests the night all alone
Awoken by a deadly screech, dead rabbit skin between his teeth
Sharpens his knife, shines his sword,prays by the stone
Musket driven to the thigh,ivory pebbles to remind him of his girl
Strokes his horse,an honest kiss,like a storm, he rides back home
Friday, September 08, 2006
Confidently Confused
and is tomorrow ever going to come??
Should i wait for yesterday to happen again??
or am i already living in the day after??
Monday, September 04, 2006
In Heaven, a new Poison
Ripping power with a burning feel
Takes the heat, rushing fervor in
Mostly outsiders, mostly my own kin
An allegorical dream of a piercing iron jawed caterpillar
Clipped out wings, yet exploding with electric roars of thunder
Lazy sun turns bloodred, stealing the fight
Darkness slowly empowers, Mephistopheles shunning the light
Defeaning silence broken down by merciless haunting veils
A paradise is lost,in heaven technology slowly mediates
Smoggy rusty road, like a poison,sweetly begins to unwind
Even in utopia, the peril aint running too far behind.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Swing Life Away
Left with mud on an empty swing
In the wake of barking dogs
Tomorrow will be today just as the day after
While a pocket is filled for a fortune teller
A parrot, a tarot card, fake rings of heaven's demise
In a flower someone foresees a brick full of walls
Grim and tall, yet hidden by a shadow of ten thousand suns
A kid runs towards his ball while he rolls away under a drunk driver's truck
In a hospital his mother shrieks like a wingless eagle
Someone dead, but the feelings are stunningly alive
I've been all around searching for that feeling
Hollow sounds generate when she and i meet
Like a cascade of drowning sandcastles
Not a fall but like a rising smoke which now sticks in my ribcage
Hope is strange, a currency for the one's who are fading
Dreams are a state, a toxicant while the truth and lies become one and the same
Life is small when the freeways are so wide but your mind in so narrow
Friday, August 11, 2006
Here's the warning: Click. Click. ..Boom!.... As the War Machine keeps burning
One of the kids volunteered to initiate the challenge and came up with "Fortunately the bus arrived on time".... and some other kid continued it with "But unfortunately a suicide bomber got inside and blew the bus up"
Just imagine you are living in the middle east. One day you wake up to find that you're out of toothpaste. So you dress up and pick up some change and tell your mum that you're going to the shop to buy some. You almost reach the shop when BOOM! No warning, just BOOM! You along with a couple hundred are just dead. Some have not even had the chance to brush their teeth.
It seems to me a nightmare
Becomes reality
The last days of the paradise
Are gone for you and me
But we're living in the crossfire
Where time is burning out
Why cant these angst driven War Pigs
UNDERSTAND: that we dont want to fight
UNDERSTAND: that we are all far too young to die
Damn all you War Pigs!!!
It is pretty evident that you guys are truly fucking angry
and i understand that anger is the most honest human emotion
but if you can channel that into music or writing or making movies instead of killing people then it is so much fucking better.
Here are some alternative things you fuckheads should focus on instead of grilling the war machine:
• Learn to play better pool or billiards
• Become a video game freak and play Counter Strike all fucking day and in the night drink beer with your buddies and discuss how many animated, fictitious characters you killed.
• Get a real nice beautiful girl , get her one of those really expensive flowers, then get her pregnant and have kids.
• Since you’ll are so emotional anyways pick up a musical instrument and start a band and talk about hatred, anger, violence. Just don’t commit it.
• And the best of all: Smoke some weed and listen to Bob Marley. It is going to make you wanna throw away that shitty AK-47, run to a shop, buy a water gun and play Holi.
God bless all who died without a cause.
Peace and Love.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Addicted to Cancer
Meanwhile falling way behind the dateline, a similar situation had unexpectedly taken place in a small suburb in Bombay ranging further away from the suburb boundaries to what is better known as non existant. A girl named Priya became my ex girlfriend's friend through another friend and somehow convinced both these girls that her non existant boyfriend was suffering from cancer and just had a nooze full of days to survive.
I was returning from playing squash and as usual decided to crash at her place where i felt more home than anywhere else in the world. I had already begun munching on two heavily pounded triple layered cheeze sandwiches with absolutely zilch morsels of any kind of vegetables, when she came out with the palest face any gorgeous looking girl could ever wear.Yeah you're right! I mean what else could have happened? Definately she had not started to smoke!!..I mean..
Anyways so she starts telling me the story about this cancer kid, and yeah i am listening, thinking how i should maybe add a few pieces of tomato and cucumber and mix hot sauce, sweet onion sauce and spicy mustard sauce. That will taste just awesome. So the story kept going somewhere right above my head when she started telling me that that guy was obsessed with her poetry and that she has been writing to him and that he even stalks her but only because he is too embarrassed to show his "chemotherapy" induced self
WHAT???????
"YOU WRITE POETRY, YOU NEVER TOLD ME???..... i mean.. FUCK THE CANCER!!!!!"
So she continued doing so, till the day the dawn took his soul away. Yeah she was upset about the whole thing. She had just realized what the end of life meant- "D-E-A-T-H". Thats how her extremely lame and totally fake friend Shipali explained the feeling inside to me. But the funny thing was none of them had ever met this guy. I mean they had been emailing this guy who really was just Priya. I mean they wanted to go to the hospital to meet him but she did not allow them and they still never understood. It turns out that this Priya was just looking to make friends and would just do about anything to do so.
She even told my ex girlfriend that that cancer guy had left her an embroidered purse and an acoustic guitar for me.
By the time she had discovered the truth, she did not really give a fuck about the purse, but hey! I never saw my fucking guitar.
Its a totally crazy, mixed up and an imperfectly perfect unbalanced world
In some other place and some other time frame, I could have been a marine biologist or maybe just a tractor driver.
but the most i fear is life itself and how it can so easily tend to unwind.
…..and here there are people who are faking death or even worse, someone else's life and death.
Evil wears many different Halloween costumes!
Sometimes I wonder why do I feel nothing when i have killed an ant or ants for that matter
but have to think thrice before swatting a moth?
Peace and love
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Access Denied
Out of reach, but you're out for more
In like the stone that grows in your soul
Out of time, but you've felt this way before
I've been stuck in mires
See the wars and crimes
I've been strangled by wires
We've been raised in dark times
In like the moon that creeps in the sky
Out to strike, but you cant hide tonight
In like the line in which you've longed to reside
Out with anger, but you've lost your strenght to fight
I've been blind
I tore out my eyes
You've turned away from my side
But i still feel the sounds of your voice inside
In like the pain that fuels up this game
Out of hate, but you cant feel love
In like the rain, that slowly infiltrates the tame
Out of freedom, but you've always had none
I've been dying
I choked out my spite
I've dreamt of flying
But my access has been denied
A rehab center for video games addicts???.... that too in fucking Amsterdam?? ..C'mon
they dont have a rehab center for drug addicts, sex addicts and all other forms of addicts... i dont know maybe trannsexual addicts ..
In fact all of that shyte is fucking legal out there.
and now they have opened a rehab center for video games addicts.... IN FUCKING AMSTERDAM
HEY! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON???
Saturday, June 10, 2006
Nicotine Man
Where are you
Thought i saw your face
But it was a silly mistake
Nicotine Man
Who are you
Thought you'll be my savior
But my soul's too late to save
So when you come around
I'll be long gone
Think you should get some sleep
You're filled with love and greed
Nicotine Man
How are you
Know you're brown from inside
But how do you feel otherwise
Nicotine Man
What are you
A sponsor for my torn boots
But do you even wear your own suits
So when you hang around
I wont even make a sound
Think i should get some sleep
You hurt my throat and made it bleed
Nicotine Man
Why are you
Sometimes with a hot blonde girl
Sometimes with me
But in a couple of deep breaths
You set yourself free
So when you disappear
How long does it take you to return
Think we should stay awake
And spit out all we fake.