Mondo Noi

Some people feel it in their hearts.
They express through words, through actions.
Us musicians are blessed, we express through song.

I sat with with my favourite boys yesterday to randomly jam on a song S had made during his last few months in hibernation. We ended up recording a scratch version of it with just guitars, bass, some keyboards and vocals. I have listened to it about 100 times since last night and the more I listen to it, the more deeply I fall in love with it.
It's beautiful what collective heartbreak and frustration can lead to, you just need to channelise your energy into the right thing.

The plan is to just sit and write and record, without any expectations or pressure.
Our lives may be B-grade.
Our city might be B-grade.
But our dreams, our feelings are real.

"নিয়ম মেনে চলে
কখনো হারিয়ে গেলে
ক্ষতি কোথায়ে
ক্ষতি কোথায়ে 

সকাল- বিকেল গেলো
নিজেকে লাগে ভালো
মন্দ নই!
আমি মন্দ নই! "

I swear to god I will cry when I track this song when/if we record this properly. The last time I had this feeling was when we were heading back home from the studio after tracking 'Raju Banega Gentleman'. We had perfect takes for the song because we were all feeling it in our hearts. We were driving back home listening to the version we'd tracked and all of us just fell silent, beaming with pride. Not because it was the best song or whatever, we had all been honest and that made all the difference.

Honesty.

Loyalty.

Hardwork.

Humility.

My B-grade city and my B-grade life may be the cause of immense ridicule, but my ideals are stronger than anything you will ever see.

Wisdom Teeth

The blood that runs through my veins,
feels contaminated,
feels inadequate.
I'd bleed myself dry if you wanted me to.

I'd do anything.
I'd do anything to be alright.
I'd do anything to be alright with you.

The thoughts that cross my mind,
seem shallow,
seem banal.
I'd spend a lifetime in darkness if you wanted me to.

I'd do anything.
I'd do anything to be alright.
I'd do anything to be alright with you.

These demons on my back,
this burden on my chest,
I'd do it and then do it again,
Just because you want me to be the best.

I'd do anything.
I'd do anything to be alright.
I'd do anything to make you alright again.

Expiry Dates

I can't help but feel that you and I are running out of time. The urgency is driving me mad. I can't help but crave for one more time.

But don't show any mercy.

Don't treat me like a child.

I want to submit to you.

One more time.

Paint your pictures on me.

Bite into more than you can chew.

Destroy me.

For I want to be devoured by you.

Make me come

Make me cry

Make me come alive

Before I die....

Anger (Mis)Management

I pop a pill or two to feel calm once in a while.

But they don't seem to work no more.

What am I to do when my dreams are dying?

I ingest pegs of whiskey too many, too few.

But they don't get me high no more.

How much more can I do when I'm already trying?

Come and take away my sense of pride.

Come and take away my reason to stay alive.

Come and devour my body, rip it into pieces.

Like you always do with my head.

Narcissus

Why don't you like me,
is it because of how brash I am?
Always saying whatever is on my mind,
being completely honest about my feelings all the time,
is it because I'm too straightforward for a girl?

Why don't you like me,
is it because I don't act prim and proper all the time?
I never dress up like a lady should,
Never pancake my face, never brush my hair,
is it because I'm not pretty enough?

Why don't you like me,
is it because I have the body of a nymph?
Or the fact that I'd rather discuss politics with you
than the latest episode of  a soap-opera.
is it because I'm too smart for my own good?

Why don't you like me,
is it because I'm perhaps better than you?
In more ways than you can even imagine.
And maybe you secretly want to be me, even if it's just for a day...

Dance of the Destitute.

Young lovers in their prime.

Running out of time.

Hurriedly procreating,

And feeling so sublime.

Interchanging roles.

Emptying out the souls.

Searching for their hearts,

But finding gaping holes.

Like a ventriloquist.

Unable to resist.

Voices are stifled,

Another one added to the list.

They're all puppets in his hands.

Puppets on call.

Dance for him, pretty girl.

As the boys turn their heads towards the wall.

Hop/Skip etc!

Skip, skip, skip to my Lou.

Either that, or anyone else will do.

skip skip, skip to my Lou

skip to my Lou my darling.

Lost my mind now,

what do I do?

Lost my mind,

now what should I do?

Lost my mind,

only for you.

Just skip to my Lou, my darling?

Maybe I'll get one,

just like you.

Baby, I'll get one,

better than you.

Whoops, I just got one

prettier than you.

So you skip to the Lou, my darling!

Skip skip skip to the Lou

yea, you skip skip skip to the Lou.

you can run, jump or hide too.

Just skip to the Lou, my darling...

Heartshaped

A bottle of vodka. A bottle of pills.

Might provide a few hours worth cheap thrills.

But they can't quite mend the broken heart.

A stranger in my bed.

Can't quite shut out the thoughts from my head.

He can't quite mend my broken heart.

Tell me how to mend a broken heart

Teach me how to find a brand new start

and I'll be forever indebted to you.

The Stoner

The pretty purple pills

That I take to go to sleep

Make me want to kill you

Make me want to weep.

I bury my head under a pillow.

Stifling the horrid moan.

My body wants me to stop.

But my mind asks me to get stoned.

So I take just one puff.

Let the smoke fill my head.

Then I take one more.

And my head feels like lead.

I meet some old friends.

And make some new ones too.

They save me from ennui

When they come to my rescue.

But time is my worst nightmare.

It ends my grand trip.

My dreams fall right apart.

As it cracks it's whip.

So I go back to bed.

Unwillingly wake up the next day.

The circus begins yet again.

I'm just a stoner. Okay?