Apparition

Here's my latest recording -  a demo for a tune I had been mulling over for a while. By demo I mean parts of it a slightly off, but the overall quality is pretty good - now that I have (borrowed) some good recording equipment.
This blog's been dead for a while, and, in a manner of speaking, so have I. This may be a resurrection, or it may not, but here's something for the moment. The lyrics were conjured up on the fly - I had the tune in my head, and fit in words that sounded appropriate, so in spite of the fact that they look all abstract and Steven Wislon-ey, they're really not:

Pink moon rising, then colliding,
Into fireflies, vaporizing.
Raining stardust, gold and glowing,
Spiral embers ebbing, flowing.

Rising, falling,
Dreaming, sighing,
Sleeping, screaming,
Living, dying.

Sunrise, sunset, moonshine, starlight,
Dawn and dusk and day and night,
A moment here, a premonition,
A wispy ghost, an apparition.

We lost the sky

Music in my head: Iron& Wine - The Trapeze Swinger
Today's weather: Warm and fuzzy

Thick sheets of yellow light

Once fell to the ground

Through thick sheets of glistening air.

A painted sky on a starry night

Now lost, then found.

Cold was not death, cold was not despair.

The storm winds that once roared

Into wrapped woollen ears

Is now but a whisper, but a sigh.

We sing for her a solemn ode

And tread on her tears.

We have the sun, we lost the sky.

Randomness in Rhyme

Music in my head: Agalloch - Not Unlike the Waves
Today's weather: Dilli ki Garmi.

In this sweltering, sweaty, summer season,
Delhi's deadly dry.
A chicken stranded on Chandni Chowk
Turns into chicken fry.

You'd think that tricksy tripsy Trichy
Had a trident up your rear.
But damned Delhi, apart from being smelly,
Has the trident trembling in fear.

I'm stuck in a small little stupidity rut,
Chewing chicken from Chandni Chowk,
To muscle up and move what's on my head-
A great big writers' block.

P.S. I promise that the forthcoming entries will make more sense. I just had to get the ball rolling somehow.

I Live on the Moon

Music in my head: Kwoon- I lived on the Moon
Today's weather: Hell frozen over.

Yesterday, an age ago,
We left the earth way down below.
Lost in deep watery space,
We floated in a state of grace.
Ethereal music filling our heads,
We flew onward on astral threads.
Everything we touched was gold,
Sounds distinct, letters bold.
The lights that flashed before our eyes-
A ménage of joy and surprise,
A stitched on smile upon our face,
Beady eyes, distant gaze.
Moondust blurs our mortal vision,
Moondust bestows ambition.
Once we were all full of sorrow,
But now, like there’s no tomorrow,
We roll around in a dusty glen,
We shape curious sand snowmen.
Lo, Behold the burning snow!
We remember now, an age ago
We burnt all that’s green and good,
A little stub is all that stood
In a blue apparition, far away-
Nothing’s left of it today
‘cept memories that won’t fade away soon.
For now, though, we live on the moon.



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Frak!

Music in my head: Änglagård- Jordrok
Today's weather: Dilli ki sardi.

Hunted by intelligent cybernetic life forms,
Season after season, we frak, we run.
You look at us, you think we’re sweet,
Hear you me, it’s not much fun.

You sit there on your frakking rear,
You glut, you sleep, you glut again.
All this while we run and run,
In sunshine and in frakking rain.

Sometimes we fight, sometimes we die,
Sometimes we love, hope, betray, fall.
And you losers think we’re real,
Dumasses you are, so say we all.

An hour a day you stare at us,
As we fly and shoot and frak around.
We’re in your soapy fantasies,
Succulent, nubile, pinned to the ground.

Frak! You morons, open your eyes.
The world’s not twenty inches wide.
Breathe some unconditioned air,
Or just stick a knife in your side.


P.S. : The above is based on a true story.
P.P.S. : I love Battlestar Galactica. It's the best show ever, so say we all.

Buzz Off

Music in my head: Harmonium - Vert
Today's weather: Like the vicinity of yesterday's sambar in a dumpster.

They buzz around, the flying fiends,
And, oh! But you can’t hear them.
They stalk you now, as you read,
Even as you condemn them.
They probe and sense and size you up,
Mandibles they slowly unsheathe,
And wide-mouthed and starry-eyed,
Into your neck, they sink their teeth.
You feel the sting, you see the thing
Chewing up your sensitive skin.
You swat away, you flail away,
You squish the life right out of him.
But, oh! His work’s already done,
A little red spot- his prize.
And the next morning you open your eyes,
Look in the mirror- surprise, surprise!
A little world map burnt into your side,
Ah! Look, here’s good old Trichy.
The Doc tells you- “It’s insect pee,
You’ve sensitive skin? That’s a pity.”
Now every time you turn your head,
There’s searing pain, and one thought,
That little David felled the giant
With nothing more than a slingshot.

Nursery Cryme

Music in my head: Opeth - The Grand Conjuration
Today's weather: Sweatbox day.

Little beads of perspiration;
Going drip drip drip.
When there's no water all around
That I could sip sip sip.
And there's no electricity so that
The fan could spin spin spin.
And I'd be burned to ash outside
So I stay in in in.
A special Sunday with seven hours
Of power cut cut cut.
Take your sadistic smile and shove it
Up your butt butt butt.
Write a cheque for at least a grand
Send it to me me me.
A battery-inverter set from
The visions I see see see...
Would finally spring to vigorous life
And end this triplicate refrain.
And all the King's horses and all the King's men
Would never ever be the same again.

Renaissance

Music in my head: King Crimson - Fallen Angel
Today's weather: Hot! As it has been for the past few days.

Went through Barrons from A to P,
And the Foundation Trilogy
In a week, cut off from humanity
Toeing the line of insanity.

Thousands of pages had I read,
Including Pamuk's 'My Name is Red'.
And most of what Mr. Barron said
In printouts strewn all over my bed.

Until a learned friend next door
Told me I need fret no more;
A computer sale since day before-
They're selling computers and chargers galore.

So I ran out to said hallowed place,
With hope writ large upon my face,
And there at the end of the maze
Was my ticket back to time and space.

I reached out to grab it with both my hands,
The Universal Charger for multiple brands.
I was so happy that I could dance,
But no time for that, I had other plans.

I came back and plugged it in.
Yes! My comp's alive and kickin'.
What a horrid week it's been.
Finally, I'm awake, I'm livin'.

For You

Music in my head: King Crimson- Prelude, Song of the Gulls
Today's weather: Soft Sunshine, Gentle Breeze.

A glistening sea, gentle waves,
Smooth as silk, caress the beach.
The wind is singing in my ear,
In perfect tune with seagulls' screech.
People pass by, as I sit and think,
Of time gone by, people I have known.
A ship sails by under the shadow of
A tribute to heroes carved in stone.
The gentle sun warms within,
And I think of home, of sunny days.
And as I close my eyes and smile,
All I see is your angelic face.
But clouds are gathering overhead,
A warning of a storm to come.
But still I keep my eyes shut tight,
For lost in you, helpless have I become.

-dedicated to the beautiful woman getting tanned beside me, on this lovely day at the beach in Saint-Nazaire.

Away

Music in my head: Gentle Giant- On Reflection
Today's weather: Sunshine, finally.

Walking through mist on an overcast day,
Damp and cold, yet I plod away.
Away from warmth, from a sunny day,
Away from home I wander away.
"It's lovely, its fun, the flowers in May,"
As I walk away, I can hear them say.
It's lovely all right, but try as I may,
I'm chilled to the bone, whatever they say.
Many miles from home, almost light-years away,
The mist and the wind, they persist, they stay.
Always the summers are slipping away,
Find me a way for making it stay.

Hello World

Music in my head: Sigur Ros- Avalon
Today's weather: Overcast, I'm damn tired of this incessant drizzle.

Bonjour swapping with total strangers
Is really not my style;
But when I see them walk by me
I have to stop and smile.

Old man waiting for a bus,
A lady with her son;
Hot girl trying to cross the road,
A couple having fun.

You have to stop and say hello
To every one of them;
'Cause if you don't, then my dear friend
You have a big problem.

You show them that you really are
A stinking social retard;
They look at you and think you had
A childhood that was scarred.

But you alone know the truth
You alone can say;
That engineering in Tamil Nadu
Is what made you this way.

A world without greeting strangers,
That would be sublime;
But I can't think of any other word
To make this sentence rhyme.

Made in, guess where.

Music in my head: God is an Astronaut- New Year's End
Today's weather: Rain, as usual.

Ice cold winds and cloudy skies
May try to chill my core;
But made in China jacket keeps
Me from being sore.

Walking to the laboratory
Can be a real chore;
But made in China music player
Walks me to the door.

Sitting in the laboratory
Can really be a bore;
But made in China girl's here too
and I feel bored no more.

Now you may think that this Chink
I really do adore;
But her made in China jasmine tea
Is what I'm going for.

Her jasmine tea is very sweet,
I always want some more;
But made in China watch tells me
Its fifty minutes past four.

It's time for me to go back after
A hard day's work, for sure;
Under made in China blanket I sleep
For ten long hours or more.