Lines, Longitudes and Laments ... (Mp3 post)

So then, the new Dye Corduroy track is finally up. Download it, read the lyrics, read the post-mortem and dilly-dally it in your aural minefield. It's called Inn Lakeeroan Mein... and this is its eulogy:

Originally written on an acoustic guitar in 2004 and recorded last month. In the key of F#min. Classified as alterna-rock in-yo-face-urdu that your mainstream bands yearn to create :P

Verse 1: This is the part where the character in question, being commented on by yours truly in third person is seeking refuge in the lame shadow he himself casts; ignorance ... then he goes on to dive in the sea of cynicism by criticizing the map of his own body, mind and soul... the card that was dealt to him and not realizing that he is the one who has to play the hand. The pallisades of the distance ahead muddled by many like himself, in and around eachother. An orgy of self-knit illusions.

Chorus: He has left out his dreams to yellow in the sun. I want him to find solace and shelter in the words that he has forgotten ... i want him to search for answers in his past so that the future is not a mirage of hope and thus faded glory but a fortress of fortitude.

Verse 2: This verse mainly describes the norms of the society and the government and the authorities and the mentors and the teachers and the architects of the disarray ... they have made you a slave to their own set traditions, and fate becomes the looming and impending cloud of doom that spews fire on the ignorant. Ominous. Those very norms that became the follies of the soul... and engulf you and me in hatred.

This person is you. This person is me.

And in the bridge/outro I confess and call myself as witness and as victim and as tyrant:

Bridge: I confess I have nothing, just lies and false anticipations. But I do have dreams, and I want someone who can dream with me...


All lyrics, music, vocals and foreplay by Adil Salik.

Download: Dye Corduroy - Inn Lakeeraon Mein (Mp3)

INN LAKEERAON MEIN

Verse 1

Apnay aks say jo dhoonday pannah yeh; ghaflat mein
Apnay naqsh mein jo dhoonday khata yeh wehshat mein
Faaslon ko dekhay jab hain yeh parday ankhon pay
Jinn ko bunn kay, zulm chunn keh, woh hai betha zehnoon mein

Chorus

Dhoop mein rang badaltay sapnay hain
Saaya paao unn lafzoon mein
Jo bhool chukkay ho bhool
Apnay maazee mein hain jawab
Mustaqbil kiyon ho saraab

Verse 2

Silsilooan mein jo sulagta dhamakta baadal hai
Aag barsaayey uss bay khabar pai jo qail hai
Inn lakeeron kay jo rooh kee khata khud ban bikhray
Nafratoon mein jab yeh saara zamaana hai duuubay

Chorus
Dhoop mein rang badaltay sapnay hain

Saaya paao unn lafzoon mein

Jo bhool chukkay ho bhool

Apnay maazee mein hain jawab

Mustaqbil kiyon ho saraab

Bridge/Outro

Mayrey paas kuch bhee naheen
Jhootee ikk aas behtee rahee
Mayrey saath koi to hoo
Ankhon mein jiss kay ikk khwab ho...

Tomorrow On The Runway ...

Today’s favorite pre-fix is: CIRCUM

You don’t have to peel your eyes to see how circumstance has circumcised the circumscribed architects of moral misdemeanors without giving an aorta of a chance to circumvent the inertia of impending doom.

In other news: watch this space for a link to download the new Dye Corduroy track Inn Lakeeroan Mein

Insouciantly yours: The penancemongerrockstarfromretributorysolace

Finally recording again ...

Me in a music shop
Originally uploaded by DyeCorduroy.

Hey ...

The pedal's back... I'm finally recording again... Umme rocks and the weekend is tooooo far... *bittersweet-ambivalent-meloncholy-shudder*

Taipei Dreams

Taipei Dreams
Originally uploaded by DyeCorduroy.

Furiously quivering airports of Taipei were serene with the industrial lull of the din of the modern machines and the crisp air. Not moreso else was I reminded of the contrast than at the point this picture was taken ... at the Tryst in Vegas.

Cascading Fountains of Wishful Waters

Monte - Cascading Fountains in Wishing
Originally uploaded by DyeCorduroy.

Outside the Monte Carlo - did NOT throw a single quarter in there.

( mainly coz i knew i had what i wanted and i didn't want any one/thing else more )

Mirror on the strip

Mirrored Horizon - Strip
Originally uploaded by DyeCorduroy.

Here is a view of the strip from a Wynn hotel room window

Dart for my Sweetheart

This ephemeral Friday was marked with a corporate goulash of dwindling sensibilities and lechery beyond treason. You tend to find out so much about people is so little time. They do their own strip-show in front of an audience and the sight is so godforsaken that on a good day you would bleed with empathy but not today. Not this Friday.

I will here onwards be chronicling my US trip with photos and little anecdotes about Vegas, Oakland, San Francisco and San Diego.

The set presented here above are scenes from the Vegas strip – its way over the head yet people, pimps and playthings congregate to resonate in collective orgasm amidst the lights, glitz, glamour and the dollar shops down the strip. The Wynn, the Venetian, the Bellagio, Caesar’s Palace, Treasure Island, MGM, Monte Carlo and what not. Civil structures of civil fuckdom. Enjoy.

Pissed off at the Vistas

What good is it to be so disarmingly pretentious that you cannot even admit to your own self that you've finally found happiness - or are you going to pretend to be bored with it? That WOULD be the fashionably sensitive thing to do --- FEH

If i weren't so consumed by the corporate maladies that reverberate through the stupid song stuck in my head everyday I would prolly blog a lot more, record a lot more and live a lot more - can't love a lot more though ... go figure .. umm...

Anywho... so if you think you're happy, let yourself be. And if you're not go buy my record. The one I didnt release yet. OR go listen to the following list of songs which are playing constantly in my head/car/bed :


Alanis Morissette – Your house
Ali Azmat - Mangagun
Ali Azmat - Na Rey Na
Ben Folds – Give Judy My Notice
Bic Runga – Get Some Sleep
Bic Runga – When I See You Smile
Bruce Springsteen - Cover Me
Chris Isaak - Go Walking Down There
Counting Crows - A Murder of One
Counting Crows - Angels of the Silences
Counting Crows - She Don't Want Nobody Near
Cyndi Lauper - I Drove All Night
Dashboard Confessional - As Lovers Go
Dashboard Confessional - I'll See You There
Death Cab for Cutie - Title and Registration
Del Amitri - Driving With The Brakes On
Del Amitri - Tell Her This
Dye Corduroy - Aik Dafa Ka Zikr Thaa ...
Eisley - Telescope Eyes
Foo Fighters – Best of You
Foo Fighters – D.O.A
Foo Fighters – No Way Back
Foo Fighters - Resolve
Foo Fighters - What if I Do?
Garrison Star - Black and White
Garrison Star - Kansas City, Kansas
Giant Drag - Kevin is Gay
Giant Drag - Slayer
Goo Goo Dolls - Become
Goo Goo Dolls – Better Days
Goo Goo Dolls - Can’t Let It Go
Goo Goo Dolls – Let Love In
Goo Goo Dolls - Stay With You
Goo Goo Dolls – We’ll be Here (when youre gone)
Goo Goo Dolls – Without You Here
Jack's Mannequin - Into The Airwaves
Jack's Mannequin - Kill The Messenger
Jack's Mannequin - La La Lie
Jack's Mannequin - Last Straw
Jacks Mannequin - Rescued
Jack's Mannequin - The Lights and Buzz
Jacks mannequin- Dark Blue
Jacks mannequin- Holiday from real
Jacks mannequin- I’m ready
Jacks mannequin- Lonely for her
Jacks Mannequin- Miss Delaney
Jacks mannequin- Mixed Tape
Jacks_mannequin - Bruised
Jewel - 1000 Miles Away
Jewel - Drive To You
Jewel - Foolish Games
Jewel - Satellite
Jewel - Stephenville, Tx
Jimmy Eat World - 23
Jimmy Eat World - Work
Josh Rouse - Streetlights
Josh Rouse - Under Your Charms
Junoon - Muk Gaye Nay
Junoon - Pehli Lagan
Junoon - Rooh Ki Pyaas
Katheleen Edwards – In State
Kings of Convenience - Homesick
Little Willies - Easy As The Rain
Little Willies - It's Not You It's Me
Little Willies - Roll On
Little Willies - Streets of Baltimore
Live - Heaven
Live - Nights of Nights
Live - The River
Live - Where Do We Go From Here
Muse - Time Is Running Out
Nada Surf - If You Leave
Nada Surf - Inside Of Love
Noori - Meray Log
OK Go – Maybe this time
Pearl Jam - Come Back
Pearl Jam - Gone
Pearl Jam - Home
Pearl Jam - Life Wasted
Pearl Jam - Parachutes
Pearl Jam - Severed Hand
Pearl Jam - World Wide Suicide
Placebo – Follow the Cops Back Home
Placebo - Infra-red
Placebo – Meds (feat – Alison Mosshart)
Placebo – Post blue
Plumb - Damaged
R.E.M. - E-bow the Letter
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Charlie
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Dani California
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Death Of A Martian
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Hard To Concentrate
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Hey
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Made You Feel Better
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Slow Cheetah
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Snow ((Hey Oh))
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Stadium Arcadium
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Wet Sand
Rhett Miller - Help Me, Suzanne
Rilo Kiley – Portions for Foxes
Ryan Adams - Dear Chicago
Sara Mclachlan - Angel
Sarah McLachlan - I Will Not Forget you
Sarah McLachlan - Ice Cream
Sinead O`Connor - Tiny Grief Song
Something Corporate - As You Sleep
Something Corporate - I Won't Make You
Something Corporate - Miss America
Something Corporate - The Runaway
Something Corporate – Watch the Sky
Stars - Your Ex-lover Is Dead
Stereophonics - Dakota
Teddy Tompson - Seperate Ways
Tegan & Sara - Walking With A Ghost
The Innocence Mission - Where Does The Time Go
The Little Willies - Roly Poly
The Mighty Lynchpins - Can't Get Worse
The Mighty Lynchpins - Fast Train to Oakland
The Smiths - Girlfriend In A Coma
The Smiths – There is a Light that never goes out
The Smiths- Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want
Tori Amos - A Sorta Fairytale
Tori Amos - Power of Orange Knickers
Tori Amos - Strange
Tori Amos - Wednesday
Vanessa Carlton - White houses
Wilco - Thirteen

Inspirational Buckets

I'm back...



It's been a long time away... for a while a long way away as well... but I am back.

Quadsimorphialesqueish.

Victim of a Mastermind

Eating in the circles in the dusted silence of another polished lie. Whatever does become of the beasts of burden that haunt your daylight and your comfort? In this cyclone parade of everyday, the weeks pave into months of forgotten resolve. You write a new song and manage to sing along to the ones you bled bare. And then you cull and evolve and push away and embrace. Terrible; that what the state of mind has become. And the years to become are still a pale shadow of the years gone by. And the longing lingering in the reveries painted on the shut eyelids from the inside out threaten to become the demonic truth. You look at the person you were entwined within a world away the night before and wonder… do they know you’ve been dreaming of them? Do they sense that you look at them differently even if it be so passively? You are the mastermind of this victim. And a victim of this mastermind.

The many days gone by have been my pet hurricanes. The very naked therapeutic song that you churned out has helped you move forward. And you are still addressing yourself, almost prepping your own self. So you talk and whisper and sing and scream to yourself. You must educate yourself to eradicate your self. And then build a new perception of your self. And break that down. And then erect another façade. Build to break more. Bleed to believe, and believe to ridicule. Ignorance remains a bliss less visited. Belief beyond belief is the prozac that will lull you to sleep. Sleep to dream so that you may look again at someone so differently yet act the same. A reverie I say is then the 38293085th of the improbable roads you are less likely to drink in travel. And the journey is endless, yet so fucking short.

So think about the year gone by. Such beautiful mistakes, such ugly success. Such a sight for sore eyes you remain to be, such a sight for sore eyes.

Glory-hole in the soul ....

This is going to be pretty smooth sailing from now on … the blissful retreat of the residual hours can be spent sinking into the often tiring and rarely enterprising scavenger hunts through my echoing mind. The weight of responsibilities to self, circumstance and futures ill-conceived falls on the folds of synaptic pit stops. The heart beats as one… alone in vision and warmth, not fused in unison of feelings. The hands ache in earnest yearning to etch vengeful escapades onto the corridors of celestial residue. And the eyes… few may have seen or have imagined what the lid paints upon the fabric of processing vision as it slithers repeatedly over the white and the lens. The looking glass; the proverbial crystal ball which reveals more as it is peered into rather than what it gazes upon. Such is the state of affairs… this is the new diary of soul. Scribbled and scathed on by many but suffered, felt and enjoyed by only me as it runs through the cavalcade of undoing inside. This is the new diary of my soul.