hope

The dew on the small white flower 
That brings the first smile on your face
On an early orange sunday morning
Awake before the late set alarm starts ringing
Shouting out the to do lists of everyday

Woken up by the sigh of relief 
Of the earth that cannot believe
That the rain has come yet again
After so long a dry spell
That caused naught but pain

Like the tears of pity of fair angels
As heavens weep for those down below
Pearly white and feathery light
Rain drops in bright sun light
As the midnight's fox weds his long time love

A promise of permanence of all things good
And changes that take us to new things and new hood
Like the deep blue of the eyes of an old emerlad old snake
Who has seen all the seasons and the changes they make
Who rests silent and watchful deep underground

The sure strikes of the smith
Unaware of the angel or snake
Still find its mark, and make the right bend
On this metal, his whole life he will spend
To make the right armor, to make the right blade
To guard his strong castle, where resides his soft, changing heart 

Song Covers

There are songs and song covers. First time i heard people covering other peoples songs I felt that it was foul play, I mean anybody can sing a song that is already there. But then that way if we look at the Bollywood and Malluwood we will end up calling Rafi and Yesudas total talentless suckers. But that really is not the truth they were anything but talentless suckers. They were very talented men and they sang their songs with great feeling. Now there are covers that are exactly like the original songs and there are improvisations. As far as improvisations are concerned the Albums by This Mortal Coil are something to watch out for. The group covered some obscure songs by Big Star (Never heard of Them before, but are too good check out Haulocaust, Kangaroo and you have surely heard Thirteen) , Tim Buckley etc and had some original stuff too,  but what was great was that they never did it the way the makers of the music did it.

Some covers I liked very much.

Dear Prudence covered by Siouxsie and The Banshees. This is one awesome song and deserves to be covered by every band that has emerged so far, but what made me like this particular version by Siouxsie is the awesome vocals by her. and the flanging effect too.

Pale Blue Eyes: Die Hornissen, now there is a band i have never heard of, ever. I stumbled upon it on an update by a friend on facebook. This song by velvet underground is one of my favorite song from the group and from the whole world. What makes this cover great is the atmospheric sound of it and the little shift in the tune. Really good!

The End - Nico, Oh Yes that is right it did happen, and boy did she sing it good, it did not have the great drums rattle snake jingles nor the eastern guitar but it had the voice of Nico, just as  heavy as Morrison's

The Man Who Sold The World : David Bowie, NO this is not a fucking cover, the one by Nirvana was the cover, with the mistakes in lyrics and stupid grungy rendering (like aey sound everywhere) it became so famous people don't know the real song and the talented man behind it.  The real one is way better and the sad thing is Bowie himself had to remind the crowd that it was his song and not Kurt Cobain's during a live show. 90's was indeed a disappointment,  they starved Shoegaze and abnormally delayed the death of Grunge.

Exit Music (For a Film) : Radiohead,  was in fact Thom Yorke's take on Fredrich Chopin's Prelude in E Minor. Both are really good songs and the Exit Music sounds extra beautiful once you finish watching Romeo+Juliet.

 

Aphex Twin : David Bowie and Philip Glass Heroes (Aphex Twin Remix) , you see what he did there?? This isthe kind of stuff only Richard James can do. He mixed two songs with the same name by two different artists and the mood of the song does not conflict at all. At least with Bowie's heroes it does not. That is genius.

Proverbs From The Corner Of A Room

we discover our paradise,
we design our hell

nothing ever ends, we can only hope for new beginnings

hell inside heaven outside

gods good and Evil
demons needs and fears
men reason.

a good distraction makes you see

reason interpolates, imagination extrapolates

Sunday Morning.

The song by Velvet Underground, their first one, is one of the songs that touched me a lot. That was my first impression. As it is always with songs first i listen to it for the atmosphere. And like every Sunday morning it is happy as heaven. I have always loved songs for their mood, the atmosphere. The whole beauty of a song is never completely appreciated. And one day while you are sitting in the bus listening to a song, it starts sounding like something way much more than what it used to be. The meaning of the song and the emotion gets you. Then we have to go back to the playlist put the song on repeat, and pray to god that the feeling stays for a few more replays. That feeling here, is pure beauty and love. That is when you appreciate the meaning of a song or the intimacy of the music. Another thing i value a lot about a song is how it is liked by other people. People who i love. Probably from the old days when i used to listen to the songs my brother used to play in the tape. He never used to let me use the player. But anything appreciated by others gain a certain beauty only by that fact. Now about Sunday Morning, there is something so sad about that song. The kinda of feeling you get when you wake up on a Sunday Morning can not be described as happy. Sunday is so happy outside but it has the sadness of all your past in it. All the things you wished that you had done. It could be the beginning of the end of a vacation or the hangover from the last day or worse, the serious contemplation of the life so far, never a happy day. Though apparently the happiest song of the album (Velvet Underground and Nico) this is the song i  listen to the least often. But i like it the most, like many precious things in life, it can't be used too often. And it never comes up as an Ear Worm.

Inside The Python

One of the more terrible things i thought of was of getting stuck inside a python, rather getting swallowed by one. And probably struggling for a while against the walls to get out while you wait for the digestion to start. Then we would remember how the prince would come out of the same pit. When he tried to cut it open from inside he could or it made the python spit. The hope lights up your face in the dark when you find a small knife in your pocket. But the darkness will claim it back when you see that it was all just a story for from inside the python there is no escape. And worse yet you have to wait.

Talk

Sometimes i wish not to respond to the world anymore , for when i talk about the same things for now if i talk it would be about things that i have been thinking 'weeping gorilla' 'burning giraffe' and 'death of god', which woud in no way be different from the last post, though 'prathama drishthiya' they are different the 'andhardhara' is quite 'sajeevam' rofl. And the jokes that i laugh to i feel that from the begining of time i have been laughing to only 1 kind of quite easy jokes while i am totally invulnerable to the rest of the comedy. But now i will talk about the 3 subjects i had mentioned viz weeping gorilla, burning giraffe, god is dead

Now weeping gorilla is a comic strip inside the comic called promethea by Alan Moore who is the only comic artist i have read, but this pattern of the story inside another story (comic i mean) can be seen in more than one of his works, probably comes out of the importance he gives to a media that i had such difficult in discovering ( hopefully only in india for every comic is quite an awesome read). In watchmen there is this pirate comic that an unimportant character ( guy in the newspaper stand where rorshach goes to buy newspaper...(c'mon) ) reads. The story of the black freighter is about the freighter almost like the davy jones flying dutchman, ship that takes in lost or sinned souls in and make them work like it is hell. The comic stays inside the story for it kinda blends in with the comic in the mood. But in the end I felt that it is the mental situation of the least encountered but very important Adrian Veidt. He even mentions that he often dreams of sometimes swimming towards a dark dirty ship in the night, during his last talk with Dr. Manhattan after he fucks up everything by designing a psychoactive alien creature.

Now in promethea, there is weeping gorilla. It appears as a comic strip that is run in the Promethea world. Like the one shown in the picture it is always one monkey face thinking one bubble of thought that is of the same as in this one. When the protagonist wanders in the imagination land in the story where we are totally under the control of our imagination and emotion the ape become so unbearably pitiable. She listens to its issues even as she understands they he is saying all those cliched self-pitying thoughts, she sobs saying "oh that poor monkey". I kinda sensed a certain similarity between this monkey and the mega serials that run our mallu tv channels. Probably i m wrong. What is great about the strip is that it builds the mood so with that one bubble of thought and the gorilla. The book is very knowledgeable and extremely well drawn but the slowest i have read so far.

converstation inside my head

One time eon had asked me to write down watever comes into my head I was so scared of doing that first of all technicay you can not write down all that comes into your head. the time needed to think up things is way too less compared to that required to type it down. And in my scared mind i was afraid of what i could write and always wanted to write down something cool. It has to be a cool sentence of infinite meaning or a joke. A joke like freud said is a wall that protects our opinion. I tend to understand that i cannot talk my heart. But those are times of my miseries when the wise one inside that is a demon too tels me about the fucked up man i am, how my shit stinks. Now here is something I wrote down ony out of my mind by free association i guess, but like the uncertainity theory we cannot understand want mind says like we cant see the right colour of the mirror. I have been reading books lately of quite a wide range or probably not for I have been link browsing, Reading the books i find mentioned in the music i hear and movies i watch like Apocalypse now led to golden bough ( i did not finish reading), venus in furs from venus in furs velvet underground, shantaram from rang de basanti, Catcher in the rye from donnie darko, watchmen from watchmen and from there to promethea, Jung from freud floating and moving slowly towards the next colourful thing. And i feel the cear inadequacy of good libraries around. Now there is something I so wanted to tell the whoe world, about my achievement over the year a those books. And what do I want to read next?? Something about religion, something about maths and something about poem of which there is none that will touch me, I learned maths I so loved it once. I wanted to read quran, gita is too deep and plus i want to know how that religion works. And what I want is peace with my demons and more love from my angels. Clearer dreams, more audible inner voice. Work is not going to be fun, never is it going to be fun I guess i wi not ready for it for a while I will have to endure all the acquisitions half of which comes out of my inabiity to remember things without a reason other than the real reason 'do it or i will someday get fired coz of this'. And what I want to do are learn swimming make a garden learn to pay music, dj in a club and ove a girl. I am going to post this post the 'l' in the keyboard is quite weak and i hope that my friends dont see this