Lily Allen’s Fuck You…loved its sound & stretches

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yFE6qQ3ySXE 

{click this to watch quite a refreshing view of the world around}

Look inside, look inside your tiny mind
and look a bit harder
cause we’re so uninspired
so sick and tired
of all the hatred you harbor

so you say it’s not okay to be gay
well I think you’re just evil
you’re just some racist who can’t tie my laces
you’re point of view is medieval

Fuck you, fuck you very very much
cause we hate what you do
and we hate your whole crew
so please don’t stay in touch

fuck you, fuck you very very much
cause your words don’t translate
and it’s getting quite late
so please don’t stay in touch

do you get, do you get a little kick out of being small-minded?
you want to be like your father
it’s approval you’re after
well that’s not how you’ll find it

do you, do you really enjoy living a life that’s so hateful
cause there’s a hole where your soul should be
you’re losing control of it
and it’s really distasteful

Fuck you, fuck you very very much
cause we hate what you do
and we hate your whole crew
so please don’t stay in touch

Fuck you, fuck you very very much
cause your words don’t translate
and it’s getting quite late
so please don’t stay in touch

Look inside, look inside your tiny mind
and look a bit harder
cause we’re so uninspired
so sick and tired
of all the hatred you harbor

Fuck you, fuck you very very much
cause we hate what you do
and we hate your whole crew
so please don’t stay in touch

Fuck you, fuck you very very much
cause your words don’t translate
and it’s getting quite late
so please don’t stay in touch

We will Miss You MJ

 

A legendary Performer who enjoyed immeasurably high universal appeal, i.e. cutting across the masses and the classes.., like a democratic world of mood-uplifting musical entertainment! Michael Jackson left a great legacy behind with his heartfelt music, which pulled most of us into its energizing spell {the most basic and sought after benefit that one seeks from music}, which was not demanding on the systems {not the kind for which one have to pull out those repulsive hats of intellectualism}…MJ’s legendary singles were integral a part of my teenage years, …’Break-dance’, ‘Thriller’, ‘Beat it’ and ‘Billy Jean’ became teen-anthems, something so exotic, which did not sound like the regular stuff that we were surrounded with. His ‘Liberian Girl’ lived on my lips when I was struggling with a huge crush in a feverish pace over my junior …Most of his performances [music videos] were ahead of their times and backed with uniquely rendered or articulated concepts….they were like mini-movies! tales of longing, tales of flirtatious expeditions in the streets – a few streaked with thrillers, jubiliant celebration of world culture, gang fights, The Taste of Americana to the rest of the world, Pepsi Generation across many countries….I am older now and had moved to more meaningful and soulful {soul-searching} music, but I still would love to go back to the MJ Phase in my life, when for the first time ever, like many teenagers, I tasted the Americana, I became a part of a bigger world out there about which I read a lot…then came the first MTV surge…MJ was the first music idol that we used to talk about while cycling down to the college, and of course, listening to his songs was one amongst those rebellious acts launched against our parents….perhaps, MJ music, then, was an accessible western music based indulgence for me, a young girl from a sleepy town, who was untouched by the impact of Urbanization  – a grown up kid-woman with not so grown up like attitude, blissful n content with something relatable n basic!

“With Michael, as with any superstar, reality and fantasy are totally confused,” says John Landis. “It’s very difficult to remain sane. I think he’s doing the right thing by cutting himself off from the press, because the press tends to write what it wants anyway. But I tell you, I really like him a lot. He’s very smart; he’s a very nice man.”….Cover story RollingStone

May his soul rest in eternal peace!

Do You Remember
When We Fell In Love
We Were Young
And Innocent Then
Do You Remember
How It All Began
It Just Seemed Like Heaven
So Why Did It End?

Do You Remember
Back In The Fall
We’d Be Together
All Day Long
Do You Remember
Us Holding Hands
In Each Other’s Eyes
We’d Stare
(Tell Me)

Do You Remember The Time
When We Fell In Love
Do You Remember The Time
When We First Met
Do You Remember The Time
When We Fell In Love
Do You Remember The Time

You are not your fucking khaki’s…This is your Life (Fight Club)

{link : The Track…..} Dust Brothers!

And you open the door and you step inside
We’re inside our hearts
Now imagine your pain as a white ball of healing light
That’s right, your pain
The pain itself is a white ball of healing light
I don’t think so
 
This is your life, good to the last drop
Doesn’t get any better than this
This is your life and it’s ending one minute at a time
 
This isn’t a seminar, this isn’t a weekend retreat
Where you are now you can’t even imagine what the bottom will be like
Only after disaster can we be resurrected
It’s only after you’ve lost everything that you’re free to do anything
Nothing is static, everything is appaling, everything is falling apart
 
This is your life, this is your life, this is your life, this is your life
Doesn’t get any better than this
This is your life, this is your life, this is your life, this is your life
And it and it’s ending one-minute at a time
 
You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake
You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else
We are all part of the same compost heap
We are the all singing, all dancing, crap of the world
 
You are not your bank account
You are not the clothes you wear
You are not the contents of your wallet
You are not your bowel cancer
You are not your grande latte
You are not the car you drive
You are not your fucking khaki’s
 
You have to give up, you have to give up
You have to realize that someday you will die
Until you know that, you are useless
 
I say let me never be complete
I say may I never be content
I say deliver me from Swedish furniture
I say deliver me from clever arts
I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth
I say you have to give up
I say evolve, and let the chips fall where they may
 
This is your life, this is your life, this is your life, this is your life
Doesn’t get any better than this
This is your life, this is your life, this is your life, this is your life
And it and it’s ending one-minute at a time
 
You have to give up, you have to give up
I want you to hit me as hard as you can
I want you to hit me as hard as you can
 
Welcome to Fight Club
If this is your first night, you have to fight

Sunny Came Home & Where have all the cowboys gone

 

I love them and I love to sing along with them. Both the performances are not about happy, sunny and bright things in the life. They are about that intriguing sense of emptiness, discomforting sense of desperation, told in simple slice-of-day fashion. They do not slip into deeper seas of despair over the disheartening realities in life, in relationships. But they articulate that bloody damn attitude of hugging bitterness in life to create a hauntingly charming world of motifs, intelligently crafted words around it

 

{link : Shawn Colvin – Sunny Came Home}

 

 

Sunny came home to her favorite room
Sunny sat down in the kitchen
She opened a book and a box of tools
Sunny came home with a mission

She says days go by I’m hypnotized
I’m walking on a wire
I close my eyes and fly out of my mind
Into the fire

Sunny came home with a list of names
She didn’t believe in transcendence
It’s time for a few small repairs she said
Sunny came home with a vengeance

She says days go by I don’t know why
I’m walking on a wire
I close my eyes and fly out of my mind
Into the fire

Get the kids and bring a sweater
Dry is good and wind is better
Count the years, you always knew it
Strike a match, go on and do it

Days go by I’m hypnotized
I’m walking on a wire
I close my eyes and fly out of my mind
Into the fire
Light the sky and hold on tight
The world is burning down
She’s out there on her own and she’s alright
Sunny came home
Sunny came home…

 

 

 

 

{link : Paula Cole- Where have all the cowboys gone}

Oh you get me ready in your 56 chevy
Why don’t we go sit down in the shade
Take shelter on my front porch
The dandy lion sun scorching,
Like a glass of cold lemonade
I will do the laundry if you pay all the bills

CHORUS:

Where is my John Wayne
Where is my prairie son
Where is my happy ending
Where have all the cowboys gone

Why don’t you stay the evening
Kick back and watch the TV
And I’ll fix a little something to eat
Oh I know your back hurts from working on the tractor
How do you take your coffee my sweet
I will raise the children if you pay all the bills

Chorus

I am wearing my new dress tonight
But you don’t, but you don’t even notice me
Say our goodbyes
Say our goodbyes
Say our goodbyes

We finally sold the chevy
When we had another baby
And you took the job in tennessee
You made friends at the farm
And you joined them at the bar
Almost every single day of the week
I will wash the dishes while you go have a beer

Chorus

Where is my Marlboro man
Where is his shiny gun
Where is my lonely ranger
Where have all the cowboys gone
Where have all the cowboys gone
Where have all the cowboys gone

Yippee aw, yippee yea (6 times)

Spellbinding notes from the great Maestro Ilayaraja

It’s like a Soothing get-away !

I Will Possess Your Heart by Death Cab For Cutie

How I wish you could see the potential, the potential of you and me.
Its like a book elegantly bound but in a language that you can’t read, just yet.

You gotta spend some time, love.
You gotta spend some time with me,
and I know that you’ll find love,
I will possess your heart.
You gotta spend some time, love.
You gotta spend some time with me,
and I know that you’ll find love,
I will possess your heart.

There are days when outside your window, I see my reflection as I slowly pass
And I long for this mirrored perspective when we’ll be lovers, lovers at last.

You gotta spend some time, love. You gotta spend some time with me,
and I know that you’ll find love, I will possess your heart.
You gotta spend some time, love. You gotta spend some time with me,
and I know that you’ll find love, I will possess your heart.

You reject my advances and desperate plea. I won’t let you let me down so easily. So easily

You gotta spend some time, love. You gotta spend some time with me,
and I know that you’ll find love, I will possess your heart.
You gotta spend some time, love. You gotta spend some time with me,
and I know that you’ll find love,

{if the Youtube link does not play, click this I will possess your heart.}

I will possess your heart

“As you go about the world, oblivious to the surrounds, all alone, weaving your way through people, unknown faces, strangers who you are least interested to know about, a gust of loneliness pinches your cheeks, on the escalator…you stand with your arms wrapped around your breasts, warm tears well up in your eyes, and you look around to find someone….lRemember one thing : You are not Alone. Your life is not shrouded by loneliness that can not be measured in words, but to be felt, doled out in tears, Remember, there’s always someone who loves you, in some corner of the world. Someone who you love dearly, who you want to love you” – Jyo    

“Moved, Mobile woman” moves her limbs to New beat

{Play it lou-reed-low-rider}

{Play it US3 – Cantaloop (Flip Fantasia) (1993)}

Fabulous beats! Get up and Swing to them!…in the bed room

Hold her, and tell her everythings gonna be fine

“Baby, you’ve been going so crazy

Lately nothing seems to be going right

Solo, why do you have to get so low

youre so…

Youve been waiting in the sun too long
But if you sing, sing, sing, sing, sing
For the love you bring wont mean a thing
Unless you sing, sing, sing
Colder, crying on your shoulder
Hold her, and tell her everythings gonna be fine….” {link : Travis Sing}

Floyd founder Wright dies at 65

I can take or leave it, won’t be the woebegone
Don’t need a model universe to hang your pictures on.
You hide somewhere, you die somewhere
And then this senseless thought,
By hating more you’re feeling more
And that’s how you get caught.They’re never going to make it easy
Of this you can be sure.
I greet you from the wilderness,
I’ll stay inside your door.

There’s no cage or prison, they have no fence too tall,
You die more times that anyone, there’s still no place to fall.

They’re never going to keep it simple
This comes down from above.
I have no helm, no secret realm,
I dream to be at the heart of love, a part of love.

I bet you can conceal it, but that’s just a dead-end track,
I’ll cover you like the driven snow and then I’ll bring you back.
You’ll see ! you feel like, you feel like a banner,
Unfurled and gently blown,
And there before your opening eyes
The self you’ve never known.

They’re never going to make it easy
Of this you can be sure.
You feel untied, beatified
And loved for ever more

 

{Play :Breakthrough – Richard Wright & David Gilmour}   

{Play :Against the Odds},  {Play ink Floyd Live at Pompeii – Echoes},  

& Send in your memories

 

Gundecha Brothers Dhrupad vocal performance

{Youtube Link :Raga Adana, Tokyo Summer Festival} 

 

{Do listen to this and feel soothed! A part of the content from their website is provided below} 

The Gundecha Brothers present  vocal music known as Dhrupad, the oldest and most profound form of classical Hindustani vocal music. Dhrupad developed in India  in medieval times, and we have examples of  distinct compositions attributed to the legendary Tan Sen (or Tansen) , who both as a player of BEEN and a vocalist was one of the nine jewels of the royal court of the great mughal emperor Akbar. Dhrupad was a dominant form of vocal music in northern India until the eighteenth century, when it was gradually overtaken by the lighter ,more florid vocal style as KHAYAL (literally, imagination).

A customary full performance of Dhrupad is in two parts – The Alap, an extended melodic improvisation that explores the mood of Raga, and the Dhrupad or Dhamar – a composition set to distinct poetic text with Pakhawaj accompaniment. The Alap itself goes through three states known as Vilambit, Madhya and Drut. The Vilambit Alap explores the distinctive melodic features of the Raga without recourse to rhythm. The customary vocal range of Dhrupad is two to two-and-a-half octaves, and the alap begins with tonic (do or C in western term) of the middle octave as its center. The vocalists sing in extended improvised passages and generally begin by moving downward, note by note, exploring the lowest octave, sometimes finally reaching a distinctly dramatic point by touching the deep tonic of that octave.  Although there are no lyrics to this singing, certain syllables – ri, na, ra num, te, ta, ra , na – are used to articulate the melody. ….. 

 

After exploring the lowest octave, the singers move up into the middle octave – again singing in alternate improvisations that set new progressively higher watermarks – ultimately reaching another dramatic stage…this gradual, progressive ascent is the most dramatic element about the Dhrupad alap….

 

…..{Do read more…. – Dhrupad.Org}