It’s True

When I was much younger

I loved a maiden and she loved me too

Daga daga daga

The sky was of paper

and the moon was of metal

It’s true

 

Ch 1: We climbed up a mountain

We rummaged the sky

We found a beach where

The whales go to cry

 

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We feasted on plankton

We stumbled on seaweed

It’s true

We ruffled the storm clouds

And taunted the lightning

It’s true

 

Ch 2: She blew me a kiss

Filled with starlings and tears

She uncaged my raven

I unhinged her fears

 

When I grew much older

And she grew much colder

I knew

That meanings keep changing

Though rivers keep raging

It’s true

 

He lay on a pyre with his eyes looking dead

With fragments of metaphors stuck in his head

 

 

Love Me

V1:

When the monsoon winds pause and turn gravel to rice
When the seed is free from the spin of the dice
Love me

When forests escape from their prisons of stone
And we are no longer defined by our bones
Love me

When the waters from the oceans, they give up their salt
And the earth comes apart at the Andreas Fault
Love me

CH:
Love me when the sky is torn like a sail
Love me when the mountains they crumble like shale
Love me when the sky is ripped like a shroud
And the Son of God speaks from a zettabyte cloud

V2:
When the Heavens turn dark with the gnashing of teeth
And basalt flows free from the blinding white heat
Love me

When highways fold up like bedsheets of cloth
And fanatic warlords turn cities to broth
Love me

When oceans turn dark as bitumen soup
And the wealth that we treasure it turns into poop
Love me

CH:
Love me when the sky is torn like a sail
Love me when the mountains they crumble like shale
Love me when the sky is ripped like a shroud
And the Son of God speaks from a zettabyte cloud

Sweet Moron

I called her up at midnight

To say I can’t go on

She told me I should be asleep

Then she called me Sweet Moron

 

I called her back at 1 am

To tell her life is hard

She told me I remind her of

The neighborhood retard

 

I told her Life is cruel

And wisdom comes with pain

She raised her voice to fever pitch

With “What’s that? Come again”

 

Chorus:

So I’m goin to wade into the sea

Till my body can’t go on

And leave a note behind that says

“Yours truly, Sweet Moron”

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

 

I asked her if she loved me

She smiled and gave a sigh

And told me she’d be happy to

If I could only tell her why

 

I asked her if she’d meet me

At a fast food down the street

She told me since she had a choice

She’d rather starve than eat

 

Chorus

 

I asked her if she’d marry me

So we could make a start

She told me, “bad enough we’re friends

For God’s sake, have a heart”

 

I asked her to be gentle

And treat me with concern

She told me to hold on a bit

She could smell the dinner burn

 

So I told her I would end it all

With a blade across my wrist

She told me not to be a fool

I could die of tetanus

 

Chorus

 

Still Life

(Still Life) Aphrodisia

There’s a dent upon the pillow where you lay

An aphrodisia by Faberge

There’s a panty hose that’s laddered on the chair

And the biting chill of winter in the air

 

There are silver cobwebs dancing in the sun

Faded jeans with stitches that have run

There’s a print of Van Gogh hanging in the hall

And flaking paint that’s peeling off the wall

 

There’s a silver thread of morning in the air

There are footsteps without courage on the stair

There’s a shadow fading slowly in the sun

There is mercy in the barrel of a gun

 

Whistle

Down by the Sea

(Arranged by Dileep (aka AR Rahman)

Verse 1:

It’s a strange story you could not have heard
Of a raven that fell in love with a bird
She came from the North where winter was cruel
She came to his land to find winter fuel
But he should have known his love was absurd
‘Cause he was a raven and she was a bird.

Chorus:

Down, down down by the sea where the waters are gray
And the fish cannot see
There’s a raven, who’s scanning the empty blue sky
He’s calling and calling oh soon he should die.

Verse 2:
When the North shed its winter she got ready to go
He said will you come back she said I don’t know
So he watched until she was a speck in the sky
He thought he should wait there he didn’t know why.

Chorus:

Verse 3:

Two summers had flown it took one more to bring
The breaking of air by the clap of her wings
The beach was all bare as the back of a hand
But she found some black feathers and bones in the sand
So she picked up a feather and took to the sky
There was nobody there to call out good-bye
Ah there was nobody there to call out good bye.

Chorus:

Reclamation 2

There is nothing for the sparrows here.
nothing.
even the crumbs have been lost to ants.
so the sparrows leave their white wash droppings here
and the dust makes a silent coup
the next coup will raze again.
the sunlight enters on its belly
colour sucking everything.

soon dimensions will retract to a single digit
and there will be no need for names.

Pandroid

A short while ago my beard grew a face.

Intensity, the envy of any self-respecting visionary,
has finally tinged my eyes.
I now stand updated:
Copywriter, Singer, Songwriter,
Poet, Prophet, Lover, Teacher
and Failure.

All rumors have been confirmed,
all facts denied.
What is wanting now is
a cross and a handful of unwashed Phillistines
to tie up the lose ends.

IDENTIFIED

A short while ago my beard grew a face.

Intensity, the envy of any self-respecting visionary,
has finally tinged my eyes.
I now stand updated:
Copywriter, Singer, Songwriter,
Poet, Prophet, Lover, Teacher
and Failure.

All rumors have been confirmed,
all facts denied.
What is wanting now is
a cross and a handful of unwashed Phillistines
to tie up the lose ends.