Thursday, June 30, 2005

Mind-blowing lyrics - pt 2

After that 'King Crimson' lyrics, I simply had to post the lyrics for this other song called 'War Pigs' by Black Sabbath. The 'The Ozzman Cometh' version was'nt too good though. Read on..

Generals gathered in their masses,
just like witches at black masses.
Evil minds that plot destruction,
sorcerers of death's construction.
In the fields the bodies burning,
as the war machine keeps turning.
Death and hatred to mankind,
poisoning their brainwashed minds.
Oh lord, yeah!

Politicians hide themselves away.
They only started the war.
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role to the poor, yeah.

Time will tell on their power minds,
making war just for fun.
Treating people just like pawns in chess,
wait till their judgement day comes, yeah.

Now in darkness world stops turning,
ashes where the bodies burning.
No more War Pigs have the power,
Hand of God has struck the hour.
Day of judgement, God is calling,
on their knees the war pigs crawling.
Begging mercies for their sins,
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings.
Oh lord, yeah!
--Black Sabbath--

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Mind-blowing lyrics..

I heard this song recently..amazed me to see people write this way. This song is called 'Epitaph' by a band called 'King Crimson'. These guys were never in the mainstream. Anyways, it was a good listening.

The wall on which the prophets wrote
is cracking at the seams.
Upon the instruments of death,
the sunlight brightly gleams.
When every man is torn apart
with nightmares and with dreams.
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
as silence drowns the screams

Between the iron gates of fate,
The seeds of time were sown,
and watered by the deeds of those
who know and who are known;
Knowledge is a deadly friend.
When no one sets the rules,
the fate of all mankind I see
is in the hands of fools.

Confuson will be my epitaph.
As I crawl a cracked and broken path.
If we make it we can all sit back
and laugh.
ButI fear tomorrow I'll be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.
--King Crimson--

Funny mail I got!

This was a mail that I got from one Nusrat Usman. FYI: I havent a faintest idea as to who this bloke is! At any rate, this was rather on
I hate hoax warnings, but this one is important. Please send this to everyone on your e-mail list.
If a man comes to your front door and says he is conducting a survey and asks you to show him your arse, DO NOT show him your arse.
This is a scam; He only wants to see your arse.
I wish I'd gotten this yesterday. I feel so stupid and cheap.

Vegas or Twilight Zone??

For once I am going to stop bullshiting and say it right away. I went to Vegas and hence I am broke!! Sounds like normalcy, does'nt it?!! Well to me it does'nt.

Do you want to know what my theory regarding this is? What?..No?..too bad, I am going to say it more thing. You dont have too much of a choice unless you go for "alt+F4" or something of that sort. Getting back to the subject.. my take on this is that Vegas is like a Black Hole, a Twilight Zone if you like;some place where time and money have no meaning. It seems to be like this whole new world where reality gets gnarled, twisted, warped and distorted into something else new and weird. Whats worse, you dont know what is real any more. Reality of the situation takes a back-seat to the glitter of the sin-city. Its like the state of mind of a person who has spent all his life in a 'Hall of Mirrors' and then walks out only to deal with an alternate, a more apparent reality that other specimens of the human race do not have eyes the size of pumpkins, legs the size of Cuban Cigars and have their heads above their hips when they walk!! Its the kind of place where a hundred dollar bill starts looking like a one dollar bill (mind you, its NEVER the other way!!). Its the place where you would have played poker, slot machines, blackjack and the works, spent a little more here, some more there(!!) for a minute or so on Friday night with the twenty dollars of cash that you had made up your mind to invest and before you know it, you are seven hundred dollars in the red and are already late for that Monday morning flight of yours!! A regular Jane you meet in Vegas somehow by a miracle of God gets transformed into that maiden you seemed to have dreamt about your entire adult life, are ready to propose to, marry in "Viva Las Vegas" with Elvis for the Minister, make out with in that Limo, have kids with and live happily ever after (A little more investigative prowess shown on the writer's part along with a pinch of common sense ..I wish it were that common..and a dash of awareness of self would have shown him that the "maiden" is 60 years old, is a hooker and will not even engage in her professional activities with the person concerned even for a fee, or should I say indemnity, of a million dollars.).

Anyways..the point of it being that what you see in Vegas has two REALITIES, one on the "Vegan Plane" and the other on the "Holistic Plane". Whatever you see in the Vegan plane , one thing is certain in the holistic sense, the casinos are going to pull your finances' pants down, grease it up and aim for penetration..metaphorically speaking (c/o "Snatch")!!

Now, where is that Ph.D of mine??!!

Saturday, June 11, 2005

This takes the Cake!!!

Correct me if you are in a position to do so, but there seems to be something about the Tucsonan air that makes me get the weirdest dreams!! Its not like my threshold for sanity is too high but this one was well...too much to handle!! The details are hazy but as far as I can remember, This is how it goes..

So the dream starts out with me being in China (Why the fuck?? Dont ask me!! Let me also tell you, this seems to be the most normal part of my dream). I am going through the Chinese territory and find myself at the official Sino-North Korean border. Let me tell you beforehand that I did not know until 3 minutes back that China and Korea (either North or South!!) shared a border. Before getting back to the dream, let me also tell you how I visualized the border-checkpost. This place is a dusty foot-wide road to walk on and is gated by two gates. One of the gates was on the Chinese side, manned by a Chinese soldier (wearing their army uniform with the hat which is rrrreally high just above the forehead) and the other was on the Korean side manned by a Korean armyman in the grey-green uniform and a similar hat. From the hazy recollections I have, the road from the Chinese side to the Korean side seemed to have been a sheltered walkway some 3-4 meters long..something like a tunnel. If you have seen the Wagah checkpost, the official Indo-Pakistan border, you will have a pretty good idea of what I am rambling about.

Getting back, I was on the Chinese side and managed to get onto the sheltered walkway past the Chinese gate. I was in no-man's land. This was when I realized that I did'nt have my passport with me and it was somewhere in CHINA!! I obviously was'nt allowed into North Korea!! Could'nt get back into China without my passport. In short, I am a nobody in no-man's land!! This was when I saw somebody coming from the Korean side into the Chinese side. I asked him who he was. He said that he was a U.N. delegate coming from Korea and was heading towards India next. I asked him to report to the Indian government about me. He said he would and advised me to get into N. Korea by hook or by crook!! After this, I was tracing the border when suddenly I came across an open area. I managed to get into Korean territory and found myself in a busy marketplace. All eyes were on me. I kept seeing plainclothed people armed with machine-guns manning various parts of the market. I did'nt know who these people where. These people, I noticed with a rather unhealthy mixture of fear and consciousness of being watched, were taking a keen interest on me. In the meanwhile, I was also "checking out" the ladies in the marketplace, giving mild hoots and 'hubba-hubba-hubba's at what seemed to be rather attractive specimens of the gentler sex, doing double-takes at the visual treat painted before me and in short thanking Adam for his rather magnanimous donation of his rib!!! It was as if my brain had an identity crisis and had started thinking that it was a penis ( a good one at that) and was acting like one! Anyways, as I kept doing this, the crowd of armed men gathered behind me and by the time I had walked 100 metres, There were 10-15 really mean-looking men behind me with machine-guns trained at me. The real, 3-dimensional me would have pissed in his pants. But hey, I was in a dream. I had balls of steel, ones lined with Titanium!! But obviously, I did'nt beat these people within an inch of their lives. I kept walking, doing the thing I was good at. I met this guy who was selling shady toys and hankerchiefs(??) in a street-side stall. His face was not mongoloid. I went and started asking about what he was selling. He started jabbering shit in Korean ( or Chinese or Vogonian for all I knew..fuck I needed that babel fish!!). I started blabbering something in Tamil and lo and behold...this guy started off in Tamil. Turned out that he was a Tamil who had come to N. Korea in search of better prospects. I mean when was the last time you heard of anybody coming to N. Korea (as in North 'I-will-rip-your-manhoodoff-you-if-you-so-much-as-breathed-without- my-permission' Korea) in search of better prospects! Anyways we started talking and I asked him who the hell the men with the guns were. He said that they were the "Thought Police" (fyi:The Thought Police were the policing agency in "1984", a book by George Orwell. Iread this book rather recently) and that they were behind me probably because I was indulging in something illegal. I told him about the "harmless hooting". He said that I was done for...
After this, I do not remember anything except that I managed to meet with the North Korean dictator and that I got my passport and managed to escape minutes before I was fucked..proper-fucked(See "Snatch"-you will know what I mean!!)
I dont care what you say, hell its the Tucsonan air I say!!

Friday, June 03, 2005

time to say goodbye!!

It is time to say bye once again..this time it is a not like the most of the other times..hope I have had the same effect on this person as he has had on me...He was telling me just now that every now and then, things happening here reminded him of one of his incidents with his friends..I just hope that events in the future make him remember me for some reason or another..I know for sure he will effect my perspspectives for a long time to come...shall continue on this some other time I am drunk..