The Howlin' Blues

Brothersport (Lyrics) -Animal Collective

2009-01-21T11:13:00.002+05:30

ANIMAL COLLECTIVE

Open up your
Open up your
Open up your throat
And let all of that time
All of that time
All of that time
All of that time go!

I know it sucks that Daddy's done
But try to think of what you want
You've got to open up your
Open up your
Open up your throat

Matt!
Open up your
(Open up your)
Open up your throat

Open up your
Open up your
Open up your throat
And let all of that time
All of that time
All of that time
All of that time go!

I know it sucks that Daddy's done
But try to think of what you want
You've got to open up your
Open up your
Open up your throat

Matt!
Sport, brother
Support your brother

You got to weigh what you say
To help you change the way you play
You gotta get rid of your mourning
You gotta hound them til their done

Whoo!

Matt!
You're halfway until you're fully grown
You've got a real good shot
Open up don't hold inside:
"Keep it real, keep it real
Shout it out"

Until you're fully grown
You've got a real good shot
Open up don't hold inside:
"Keep it real, keep it real
Shout it out"

Matt!

No More Runnin' (Lyrics) -Animal Collective

2009-01-21T11:12:00.002+05:30

NO MORE RUNNIN'

No more runnin says my mind
All this movement has just proved
your kisses are too fine

Not much harmony
From what I see
Friends I once had
Turn their thoughts away from me

No more runnin
I've got to breathe
On back porches
With the torch of a firefly
And trees

It's what I hoped for
Whoa
It's what I hoped for
Whoa
No more runnin
No more runnin

Cause you are candy
In my teeth
Please don't lose your faith in me

If you are candy
In my teeth
Please don't lose your faith in me

No more runnin
Says my mind
All this movement has just
proved your kisses are too fine

It's what I hoped for
Whoa
It's what I hoped for
Whoa
No more runnin
No more runnin
No more runnin
No more runnin

Taste (Lyrics) -Animal Collective

2009-01-21T11:10:00.001+05:30

TASTE

There's a secret place I hide that's deep inside of me
An elusive voice that tells me what I like now
You might think I'm going to judge you in your fancy place
I don't really give the credit to what taste does
Cause I don't care if you don't like that
You'll get your feelings hurt, but I'll forget its bad
And if I like you it's for your simple ways
And we will always be at a tasty place
And you can cook a rose but I don't eat those

(Taste, yeah it's the taste)
Taste

Doll, I dearly tried to like the clothes you chose for me
Something in my heart can tell me it's a weakness
But I got shocked and picked some flowers since you wouldn't dare
Take a woman's blouse and send it for your son to wear.
But when we share our important views
You get a glimpse of me, I get a glimpse of you
And I don't really care if I don't change your ways
If you won't always be at our tasty place
And you can cook a rose but I don't eat those

(Taste, yeah it's the taste)
Taste

Am I really all the things that are outside of me

Am I real

Guy's Eyes (Lyrics) -Animal Collective

2009-01-21T11:09:00.002+05:30

GUY'S EYES

I really want to do just what my body wants to
I really want to do just what my body needs to
I really want to show to my girl that I want her
I really want to show to my girl that I need her

I want to do what my body needs to
I want to show to my girl that I need her

I started using my mind
And I used my hands
It was what I want to

Bluish (Lyrics)- Animal Collective

2009-01-21T11:08:00.002+05:30

BLUISH

When you claw me like a cat, I'm beaming
I like the way you squeeze my hand
Pulling me into another dream,
A lucid dream.

I'm getting lost in your curls
I'm getting crushed out on the things
that only I should see
not for boys, they're just for me
Hurry to talk, from far away

I can see you, you curl your fists and you pull your hair
When we're alone, I wanna say
Let's just stay in, no one's here (???????)

Put on the dress that I like
It makes me so crazy, though I can't say why
Keep on your stockings for a while
Some kind of magic in the way you're lying there

I'm getting lost in your curls
I'm getting rushed back on a whim,
Our breaths get wind
Back to the time when we will greet
I know we have changed
But I still grin 'cause I can't wait to see you
Back to the time I touched your hair

Daily Routine(Lyrics) -Animal Collective

2009-01-21T11:08:00.001+05:30

DAILY ROUTINE

Just a sec more in my bed
Hope my machine's working right
When it's just precisely tuned
That's how it's going to end up so nice

Make sure my kid's got a jacket
Keys and coat and shoes and hat
Strap a stroller to my back
Bouncing along every crack

What good is it to make it fast
Sing a song to pass the playground
What can I do as traffic pass
Guard my girl from muffler's black gas
What can I do to make it fast
Pop a jump but not too hard
Take a little look up at the ramp
Stop and look at the traffic signal

Just a sec more in my bed
Hope my machine's working right

Summertime Clothes(Lyrics) -Animal Collective

2009-01-21T11:06:00.001+05:30

SUMMERTIME CLOTHES

Sweet summer night but I'm stripped to my sheets
Forehead is leaking, the AC squeaks and
A voice from the clock says, "You're not gonna get tired"
My bed is a pool and the walls are on fire
Soak my head in the sink for a while
Chills on my neck and it makes me smile but
My bones have to move and my skin's gotta breathe
You pick up the phone and I'm so relieved
You slide down your stairs to the heated street
The sun has left us with slippery feet
And I want to walk around with you
And I want to walk around with you
And be here with you and go out

It doesn't really matter, I'll go where you feel
Hump for the breeze, get a midnight meal
I point in the windows, you point out the parks
Rip up your sleeves and I'll ditch my socks
Dance to the songs from the cars as they pass
Weave through the cardboard, smell that trash
Walking around in our summertime clothes,
Nowhere to go while our bodies blow
But we'll greet the dawn with morning blues
In purple yards we'll be sleeping soon
And I want to walk around with you
And I want to walk around with you

When the sun goes down, we'll go out again
When the sun goes down, we'll get wet again
Don't cool off, I like your walk

I see the sound of the heat for the sound of the rain
It's easy to sleep when it whets my brain
It covers my rest with a saccharine sheen
Kissing the wind through the window screen
It's a restless cause that I cannot hide
So much of my mind, man, it spills outside
Do you want to go stroll down the financial streets?
Our clothes might get soaked, but the buildings sleep
Because there's no one pushing for a place
The ins and outs of an easy pace
And I want to walk around with you
And I want to walk around with you
I want to walk around with you
Just you, just you, just you.

Also Frightened (Lyrics) -Animal Collective

2009-01-21T11:05:00.002+05:30

ALSO FRIGHTENED

Ghosts came crowding around and then
I woke, you slept there on your side
From our window, two lanterns draw signs on the night
And light our two shadows I watch with delight
Will I want them to be who they will be
Or to be more like their dad

Will it be just like they're dreaming
Will it be just like I'm dreaming
Will it be just like they're dreaming
Will it be just like I'm dreaming

The influence is relative
Maybe I should let them
Maybe we should let them
And I have a question:

Are you also frightened?

And no one should call you a dreamer

My Girls (Lyrics) -Animal Collective

2009-01-21T11:05:00.001+05:30

MY GIRLS

There isn't much that I feel I need
A solid soul and the blood I bleed
With a little girl, and by my spouse
I only want a proper house

I don't care for fancy things
Or to take part in a precious wait
And to provide the man you ask
I will, with heart, on my father's grave

I don't mean
To seem like I care about material things
Like a social status
I just want
Four walls and adobe slabs
For my girls

In The Flowers (Lyrics) -Animal Collective

2009-01-21T11:04:00.002+05:30

IN THE FLOWERS

Met a dancer
Who was high in a field
From her movement
Caught my breath on my way home
Couldn't stop that spinning force
I felt in me
Everything around seemed to giggle glee
She walked up with a flower and I cared

Got a dancer
Who gets wild to the beats of record rhythms
But I'm always away for weeks
That pass slow my
Mind gets lost
Feeling envy for the kid who'll dance despite anything
Oh while out in the flowers I feel better

If I could just leave my body for the night

Then we could be dancing
No more missing you while I'm gone
There we could be dancing
And you'd smile and say, "I like this song"
And when our eyes will meet there
We will recognize nothing's wrong
And I wouldn't feel so selfish
I won't be this way very long

To hold you in time
To hold you in time
To hold you in time
To hold you in time

While we were dancing
Early hours
Drunken days finally ended
And the streets turned for a pillowcase
Then I fumbled our good lock
Then the ecstasy turns to rising light
Through our windowpane
Now I'm gone
I left flowers for you there

Shhh
You're a dancer
I'm a dancer

Animal Collective [Merriweather Post Pavilion] Lyrics

2009-01-21T10:57:00.003+05:30

This is one of the best albums I have ever come across.

This is the track listing:

01. In The Flowers[5:22]
02. My Girls[5:41]
03. Also Frightened[5:14]
04. Summertime Clothes[4:30]
05. Daily Routine[5:46]
06. Bluish[5:14]
07. Guy's Eyes[4:31]
08. Taste[3:53]
09. Lion In A Coma[4:12][LYRICS MISSING]
10. No More Runnin'[4:23]
11. Brothersport[5:59]
--------------------------------

Heima (Home) [2009!]..?

2009-01-01T19:30:00.001+05:30

H E I M A

Walking down on the foggy, frosted roads of desolation after a night of ecstasy, bewilderment, alienation, heartbreak and adrenaline where does one go to rest the destruction? Where is home? The alcohol within me leads me the wrong way. The flashing lights of the highway look promising, cars flying down, driven by the wasted, driving on the ice and crashing into the wasteland, the wreckage of a generation forgotten. I turn around reluctantly and head home, or at least where I think it is. I’ll take the shorter way. But the guardians are sleeping, the hounds wake up to my hurried movements and they have bigger teeth than me. The dogs are barking away from the highway as I try to scale the fence to get home, they sense what is inside me, an impure feeling of greed, something is not right within, and the street dogs have found it, they reject me with foaming mouths and ferocious growls. I choose flight. I’ll have to go all the way around, the longer way.
I could crash any moment. The pavements look inviting and the alleys call out to me. What is the chance that I will wake up in the morning if I collapse here? The ill-lit street is nearly deserted, I walk as fast as I can, there are a few people at odd corners, draped in a shawl and waiting. Waiting for god knows what at one-thirty in the morning. But there is an unmistakable look of expectation and hope in their eyes as they look suspiciously at me. Maybe I shouldn’t have left, I am on the edge of my conscious horizon and a few more minutes at the party would have thrown me over. But I want to stay on the edge, from the edge you can see so much more. I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can't see from the centre. Kurt Vonnegut said that. God rest his soul. A good night? Perhaps, if I could just leave my confused fucking problems and issues that make no sense to me but still pull me back into depression. A rotten start to the year nonetheless. There was a better start to the year last time and the year turned out to be rotten. This time a rotten start to a great year? I fucking hope so.

Dylan

2008-10-05T17:55:00.003+05:30

God said, "Let there be light, and there was Dylan".

So this is going to be my first post in a long, long time and since I cant be bothered to write something on a regular basis, I will be quoting Dylan lyrics everyday (hopefully everyday) and maybe my interpretation and what they mean to me.

So for today,

5th October, 2008.

"Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it"

-Song: Visions Of Johanna

Album: Blonde On Blonde

The picture on the top is the closest thing I could find on the internet that matched the imagery that manifests in my mind when I hear those lyrics. Visions Of Johanna is probably Bob's greatest song and some of the imagery that it sparks is just amazingly vibrant and celestial.

Love Minus Zero/No Limit

2008-05-20T12:58:00.003+05:30

iPod Answers

1. Put iPod on shuffle.
2. Use the song title as the answer to the question.
3. You must put that song name down. no matter how ridiculous it sounds
4. Add any comments in brackets

1. When someone asks 'is this okay', you say:
Everybody Needs Love-Slim Smith

2.What does the next year have in store for you?
Holiday-Green Day
(...NOT!!)

3.What does your love life look like?
The Rainbow-Apples In Stereo
(Hahaha...the iPod doesn't know very much)

4.How would you describe yourself?
Loyalty-D12
(I should hope so)

5.What is your life's purpose?
Stop Frontin'-KRS-One
(That's not a bad purpose)

6.What's your favourite saying?
If I had A Million Dollars-Eminem
(Wow...Bang on)

7.What do you look for in a girl?
Smooth Jazz Cafe-Ambient Basia & Spyro Gyra

8.What is your favourite place?
A Hard Day's Night-The Beatles
(Well not really...)

9.What do your friends think of you?
In The Aeroplane Over The Sea-Modest Mouse

10. What do you think of your friends?
Imagine-John Lennon

11. What do you think of the person you like?
Need Your Love So Bad-Fleetwood Mac

12. What do you think of your parents?
Things We Said Today-The Beatles

13.What do you think about very often?
Vertigo-U2
(Not really but it does scare me)

14. How do you feel today?
Monkey Man-Toots And The Maytals
(Feel like that everyday :p)

15. How will you die?
Get Higher-Black Grape
(Die while getting higher or get higher while dying?)

16. What is 2+2?
It Ain't Me, Babe-Bob Dylan
(Well that's a relief..)

17. What is your life story?
Spiritual Whp-Jah Lloyd
(Hmm...)

18. What will you dance to at your wedding?
Ms. Jackson-Outkast
(Haha)

19. What song will be played at your funeral?
Iron Lion Zion-Bob Marley
(I was hoping something for quainter...)

20. What is your main hobby?
You Can't Do That-The Beatles
(That's right...you can never do my hobby)

21. What is your biggest fear?
Strange Little Girl-Stealers Wheel
(Its true...I rather not talk about it...)

22.What is your biggest secret?
I'm Going Home-Ten Years After

23. What is your favourite saying?
A Little Bit Later On-Ella Fitzgerald
(Procrastination...)

24. Where would you go on a first date?
Remember(Walking In The Sand)-The Shangri-Las
(I'm confused...would we remember walking in the sand on the first date or actually walk on the sand?)

25.What do you say when life gets hard?
Everything In Its Right Place-Radiohead
(Well then why is getting so tough?)

26.What's the first thing you think of when you wake up in the morning?
St. Louis Blues-Louis Armstrong

27.What is your drug of choice?
In My Heart-Moby
(My blood is my drug)

28.What do you want to be when you grow up?
King Of New York-Fun Lovin' Criminals
(Wow...that would be nice)

29.What does the next year have in store for you?
O Green World-The Gorillaz
(Well I guess that spells doom for Global Warming)

30. What is your state of mind at the moment?
Come On(Let The Good Times Roll)-Jimi Hendrix
(Not really but okay..)

31. What kind of person are you?
Lebanese Blonde-Thievery Corporation
(Hmm...Hahaha..)

32. What are you going to do after this?
Come Fly With Me-Frank Sinatra
(Who doesn't love flying with Sinatra?)

33.What are you going to do tomorrow?
Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds-The Beatles
(I'm going to do Lucy in the sky with diamonds? HAHA)

34.Where do you think your life is taking you?
Where I'm From-The Game
(Back to where I belong, eh?)

35.What are you going to post this as?
Love Minus Zero/No Limit-Bob Dylan
(What a song..Hail Dylan)

Amir Khusrao

2008-04-19T20:47:00.003+05:30

Amir Khusrao was a great mystical sufi poet who was born in India in 1253 and lived until 1325. Here is his Wikipedia Page.

Here is a couplet of his that I particularly enjoy:

Khusrau darya prem ka, ulti wa ki dhaar,
Jo utra so doob gaya, jo dooba so paar.

TRANSLATION

Oh Khusrao, the river of love

Runs in strange directions.

One who jumps into it drowns,

And the one who drowns, gets across.

FREE TIBET

2008-03-27T17:14:00.002+05:30

A little poster like thing I made on photoshop. Free Tibet!

BOYCOTT BEIJING 2008.

Its not a game...

Smiling For No Reason

2008-03-27T13:56:00.003+05:30

Last night at around 1 AM, because of my irregular sleep patterns, I was wide awake once again when I should have been lost in the valley below. I put on some jazz and found some amount of calm. The playlist came then to "My Favourite Things" by John Coltrane and I found myself swaying and smiling for no reason. I picked up a pen and some stuff wrote itself off the waves. I'm not sure I even had any control, other than holding the pen. Coltrane's sax swayed my pen and etched a few random words. As the piece picked up pace I grew a bit too content, and as a result grew restless. I got up and did as many sit-ups I could and then push ups. Working out to John Coltrane, I'm not sure how many people do that...

The poem;

A peace reigns,
Undisturbed by the blood on the knife,
The rhythm of the fan blows till I notice it.

Before I know it, I'm swaying and smiling for no reason. I need to do this more often. If people can kill for no reason, why do we find it so hard to love for no reason?

Nothing At All

2008-03-03T21:46:00.005+05:30

There goes the world,
thinking of dirt,
below beyond lies the grave,
the grave of grief and sorrow,
of a life taken by half,
life's,
on a planet not ours,
with a power not theirs,
How long
long long people have,
gone without knowing,
Nothing at all
nothing at all
nothing at all.

Say it to me,
just so that I know its not true,
So that I know its not just me,
My knife says yes,
while my smile doesn't know and,
my heart doesn't tell,
the coffee speaks to me,
in enchanted somnambulistic waves of sweet rhymes
mixed with dark delight
'Oh man you've gone living,
too long knowing,
Nothing at all,
nothing at all,
nothing at all.

Its hard to believe,
that scars ever fade,
'What a queen' cry,
the damned peoples,
whose fathers were
buried with her shit,
now all I see are,
tattooed gangsters,
niggering the matrix,
of pop-culture and,
the white world,
culture thou hast lived,
too long knowing,
Nothing at all,
nothing at all,
nothing at all.

The slide has rusted,
the swing chain now pinches,
my fingers with the past,
and my smile slowly,
fades away as I chance,
upon my happy scar,
the one with the parallel fate,
I taste the gravel, the dust upon the sweet stones
O where has the earth gone?
crying out, I ask the birds,
who look at me with tired eyes,
they're saying,
"Oh man, we've flown too far,
saying,
Nothing at all,
nothing at all,
nothing at all."

Birds and beasts will,
taste the flowers,
but me and you are twisted,
in half-broken shards of plastic glass
riding on euphoric rides of rapid gravity
on pink ponies dressed with fancy lights
and polka dots,
that look at the sun and the moon,
and go round and round,
and round and round,
we go in cosmic circles till,
alas we meet our past,
and our legs find the empty feeling,
to kick the teeth out of the smile,
that destiny grins,
bitter-sweet numbers predict your end,
the mark on your face is bright, glowing,
Its hurt too long,
meaning
Nothing at all,
nothing at all,
nothing at all.

The fires awake from their green embers,
just to burn out and desert this damned land,
they're telling me,
"O man we don't know about you,
but we've burnt too long,
knowing Nothing at all."
©AtBp

Untitled

2008-02-15T21:35:00.002+05:30

People will find no solace,

In the virtues they possess,

The sin that lingers on,

Will kill dandelions like the storm,

No life to live,

No love to give,

The original sin, lingers on.

Untitled

2008-02-14T23:01:00.003+05:30

Shine with hedonism,

O beautiful love,

there is more to the eye,

than meets the world.

Fire is no substitute,

for food,

but it offers,

a way out for the deathly destitute.

Lyric Of The Day

2008-02-03T20:49:00.000+05:30

3rd February 2008.

"It's dreamy weather we're on
You waved your crooked wand,
Along an icy pond with a frozen moon,
A murder of sillhouette crows I saw,
And the tears on my face,
And the skates on the pond,
They spell Alice."

Song:Alice
Album:Alice
Artist:Tom Waits

Lyric Of The Day

2008-02-02T20:52:00.000+05:30

2nd February, 2008.

"One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go.
To the valley below".

Song:One More Cup Of Coffee
Album:Desire
Artist:Bob Dylan

Lyric Of The Day

2008-02-01T22:34:00.000+05:30

1st February, 2008.

"I'd change the world if I could change my mind..."

- Song: Union
Album:Monkey Business
Artists:The Black Eyed Peas ft. Sting

Heath Ledger As The Joker

2008-01-24T18:49:00.001+05:30

Heath Ledger died a day or so ago in Manhattan. Ledger was best known for his potrayal of a gay cowboy in the film Brokeback Mountain, but I feel in the coming years he will be best known for something the world has not seen as yet, i.e., his role of Joker in the upcoming film The Dark Knight which opens across theaters in the summer of 2008.

I have no doubt that this will be a great film, I loved Batman Begins and this one should be marvellous as well.

Heath Ledger

1979-2008

-RIP-

The Fire-House Of Blues

2008-01-24T11:13:00.000+05:30

This is going to be my first post of 2008.
..............

THE FIRE-HOUSE OF BLUES

23-24^th January, 2008.

The tears keep calling,

They’re building up on the other side,

Knocking my eyes out,

The curtains can’t block the light.

When one drop does fall, it lets out a deluge,

Through the crevice that it seeps from,

I see the fire house of blues,

I let myself out to dry but am interrupted by the yellow storm.

I walk through the banks of death,

The water too black to flow,

His body lies there stagnant; the only thing moving is the flame, from which he bled,

I turn away from the land of dearth; I feel a thousand hands,

Fire is no substitute for the high and hungry canine.

I look past the trench and find a flag that still finds reason to flutter,

The wind has forgotten, so have the birds,

The dogs that never knew are now waking up to the blur,

A fortress built by the wood, to protect the pantheon inside,

The woods protect as the flames destroy,

The resistance is now fast falling,

The fortress cracks and the deluge escapes from the crevice, a witness to the gore

I can’t see his face anymore,

I squint my eyes to catch a glimpse,

But beneath the destruction the giant has escaped,

To the land of the emerald sky and the sapphire fate,

Maybe one day we’ll all crash into the elements of hate.

The flames fly around, leaving their ember homes,

They kiss and burn all those who doubt their fire,

A river of grief runs in front of me,

A sea of men behind me,

Line up to plunge in the darkness,

One day I will have to take they dive and look at the devils feet.

There were five when I begun,

And now a billion more stare to the sun,

Their feet covered by tar,

Unable to move, their eyes long for the lone gun,

Fire and water, earth and sky.

Ether and life. Rock and Roll,

Reggae and blues, is now my home.

The blood stops at my chest,

Devoid of power, my face is white with spirits,

The hawks over head,

As the greatest element,

That of blood,

Turns to dust,

The colourless heart draped in a saffron gold,

With the green blood flowing through the lives that glowed.

It’s me, my god and my ghost from now on,

The skies of life don’t see seem too bleak to try,

The hawk blocking the sun will find reason to fly,

The sun seems stretched,

The moon seems flawed,

The sky seems close,

Even chickens try to fly,

The fear within me is whether there is a reason to try.

©AtBp

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