In My Fist

I can see it but

my fingers keep

telling me

forty-six and a quarter

flamingly mindbending

lies and blurtruths

which are one and the same

Of course

What's wrong with me

Stretched my legs

on the responsive bed

And let

my big fat head

Fall back en route

to the welcoming pillow

But why is it taking

a thousand phone calls

to a capsicum-eating toad?

When will my sodding head

get to the crashing pillow?

Where am I at?

Are we there yet?

Oh, come on, come on

VanillacordialDiageocorpBoiledEggWithrunnyyolkSambharricereadymadeLetitbleedLetitfesterLetitgetinfected

Meatballsy

OK, this one's from 'No Stone Unturned'. Appropriately named and all, but if you dismiss this as a mere 'Green Onions' ripoff, I'll appear in your nightmares and scream in bad Tamil while impersonating an overexcited cow. 'Green Onions' is great, so is 'Stoned'. Actually, I find the first 50 seconds of the song slightly annoying.



Then a certain Keith Richards' guitar kicks in. All is well with the world again.

LONG LIVE NANKER PHELGE!!!

Heavy Cloud / Where am I at?

And now that we're grounded
Stick your tongue out and taste
The calamity hanging in the air
Enough of running and evading
Evilly, scarily shrouded
Ghostly and misty angelheads


Stop and breathe for a second
Something wearily beckons
And down comes the red rain
We've got to salvage something
Something precious, something treasured
Something from these remains


Now we stand defenceless
We'll be knocked out senseless
Now that the bubbling volcanoes
They have us arraigned
Don't bother thinking
Forget about reasoning
Take my trembling hand


And let's go down
In a great wall of flames

Every day I have the Blues

Muddy Waters, BB King and Buddy Guy on one hand, Eric Clapton, Keith Richards and Jeff Beck on the other. I just can't stop listening to these Gurudevs.

Particularly Keith's version of Cocaine Blues:

PS: And this one for purely sentimental and true-to-current-imaginary-scenarios reasons:

Go sleep.

Schmatte, schmatte, SCHMATTE! I'm in TATTERS!

Kerplunk

Towards the end of class 9, during the final exam jiving and the irritation and inconveniences of shifting, there was one song that was incessantly blasting in my head's internal soundsystem.

Yudhajit had acquired the cassette and it was on heavy rotation on our respective Walkmen. And the lyrics are gaining in volume(internally) all over again ever since I watched Bullet In A Bible.

It didn't say much but it only confirmed
That the centre of the earth is the end of the world

And I could really care less. Really.