Its been ages since i blogged ... i know ... and MUCH has fallen, much has burnt. Sickness, virility, a split second of felicity, many old demos and many new songs later: here I am.
Blekh.
Hmm ... my tumultuous relationship with my song "falak" hit all sorts of new lows and highs. Anyhow, we settled the D out of court and I managed to finally make an eccentric mix of the song that does some sort of justice to the many layers of pure blatant misery and arrogance that the song enshrouded itself with. Expect that to be up in the next post.
It is so unbelievably HOT ... ( the weather, not anything much otherwise ) I cannot recall any summer in my WHOLE life being this hot ... and there is supposedly a water crisis, and the motherloving WAPDA have been tripping quicker and quirkier than the crystal method. Conditions are getting muchly inhabitable. Time to hitch a quasar out of here.
Apna Song Featured and Publicized Shamelessly: Dye Corduroy - Hum Hain Inquilaab (download-rightclick saveas)
This one was recorded in 2004, early 2004. It deals with how personal and at the same time public/social your drive for a change, some sort of a coup', some meaningful intervention can be. Yet the realization that even though the road we've been forced to drive on is the same for everyone, the judgment of wrong and right, the bliss in ignorance and the pain in wisdom, the difference in this all is blatantly see-thru. So the roads the same, but the destination different. And yet we ARE the revolution, feh, not. Just a mere mirage of it. We'd WISH we were it. The real deal, but we've got a long way to go.
Lyrics:
Tayrey Mayrey Raaston Mein Hain
Jitney Raastey Utnay Kaantay
Tayree Mayree Manzilein Hain Juda
Duubtee Sehar Kay Bikhray Saanchey
Hum Hain Inquilaab;
Ka Jhoota Saraab
Hum Hain Inquilaab.
Tayrey Har Azam Kee Taqdeerain
Dhull Gayee Hain Iss Siyaahee Mein
Tayree Yay Khanaktee Zanjeerain
Khwab Kheenchtee Hain Taabeerain
Hum Hain Inquilaab;
Ka Jhoota Saraab
Hum Hain Inquilaab.
Hum Hain Woh Azaan
Jo Hai La-Zubaan
Hum Hain Lamaqaam
Ikk Toota Armaan
Hum Hain Inquilaab.
random blogworthy semi-incidents:
n u said nothin at al; wel i culdntve said it beter myself 2nigt da conversation takes da fal just luv me like u luv nobody else says:
itni fazool thi
n u said nothin at al; wel i culdntve said it beter myself 2nigt da conversation takes da fal just luv me like u luv nobody else says:
adhi urdu mein thi
n u said nothin at al; wel i culdntve said it beter myself 2nigt da conversation takes da fal just luv me like u luv nobody else says:
i didnt get much of it
a d i L / decibels of this disenchanting discourse says:
woah
a d i L / decibels of this disenchanting discourse says:
sex in urdu is still sex ....
PERSPECTIVE ! CONTEXT ! That's all I ask off you fiends.
Oh news flash: Rahemiin (not a typo) *finally* realizes she shud contribute to the band. *KUTTAY KAB SEY TUMHEIN KEH RAHOO HOON* *buss sweater* *nervous giggle*
Anyhow, we shall overcome! AND thus put down "Bhulaana Na" and "Pyaase Zameen / Kaaley Baadal" *combine yousaf dissing session: notable incompatibility with alternarock posturing, reference: yousaf heard screaming Pyaasay KaalleeAAaaaaAaaeeeYYyy at random dye corduroy concerts* Watch this space for follow/fuckups.
*she keeps staring at me writing this: her excuse, "mujhey shugar ho gaya hai, jaisey Ross ko ho gaya tha"*
Mohammad Ponko Khan !!! You blauuddyy !
say hello to the angels says:
finally
say hello to the angels says:
i GET occlusion!
say hello to the angels says:
feh
a d i L / decibels of this disenchanting discourse says:
DONT FEH ME
a d i L / decibels of this disenchanting discourse says:
i work
a d i L / decibels of this disenchanting discourse says:
i earn
a d i L / decibels of this disenchanting discourse says:
i sweat
a d i L / decibels of this disenchanting discourse says:
.
say hello to the angels says:
suhhveet
say hello to the angels says:
my butt hurts
