Twisted Soliloquies

Enigmatic antagonist. Sociopathic wallflower. Discontent and the gummy remains of your chewed soul. Anti-heroes. The fog of war. The slim of your waste. The shape of your face. Low grade pyrotechnics in your quiver. The shiver in your arms. warmth of your legs. Dying by the sword. Living like a feather. Push the pedal. Pull the pin. Ambiguity trumps certainty.



And the pain of my absence; let it be balmed by the uncanny sense of humor. The excerpts from my ramblings today:


adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
what kinda gay metrosexual toe sucking fool goes to a JAZZ fest
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
what were you hoping to achieve? hook up with old black bassists or frail ginger vimen
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
or no vimen at all.
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
*makes this part of the caht blogworthy*
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
*except for that typo*
Aliph says:
wot u have on ur mind
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
i want to kill everyone around me
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
and speed up the net
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
.
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
thats one
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
.
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
i want to kill david chase and get all the alternate endings for sopranos
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
thats two
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
.
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
i want everything ever made on dvd except maybe MASH at my place
Aliph says:
Msg 512, Level 16, State 1, Line 1
Subquery returned more than 1 value. This is not permitted when the subquery follows =, !=, <, <= , >, >= or when the subquery is used as an expression.
Aliph says:
getting this stupid error
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
oh THAT
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
just replace the < with $% anbd add 9 .*) to the quation which makes it <=1 = !
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
DUH
Aliph says:
very smart
Aliph says:
...................................NOT
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
layyymmeee
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
man
Aliph says:
from the wise words of BORAT
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
that was good sopranos article
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
i hated borat
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
i thought it was the most stupid pointless unfunny movie ever made
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
.
Aliph says:
VARY NYCEEEEEEEEE
Aliph says:
how much?
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
THERE I SAID IT

Recommended Reading: This Great Sopranos Article - The Long Con

The Many Understated Simplex

The drudge of it all is way too deafening in its miniature silences to redefine the days. They are alien and primitive and new and pale and pixelated. When you add little crumbling mysteries that leave no answer behind - it becomes quite a biatch. No?


I have spent 2 days (separate days) reading up on the Sopranos finale. WTF? What actually happened? Where are the alternate endings? Why the hell won't Chase just come out and say it now... he's HAD his fun. He's had his extended 6 (7) season run as well. Gawd. Amongst the myriad of theories, I agree with various parts of most of them --- its a trickster.



I DID register the weird time cut as Tony enters Holsten's; looks at the seating area and then WHAM there he is already sitting there.

I did notice something about this shirt - as if he was wearing a different shirt.

I did notice the way that Tony, Carm and AJ ate their onion rings - one go, whole. (the wafer-communion theory)

Ofcourse I did notice all the weird suspicious people at Holsten's. I did notice the Members Only guy overshadow AJ as he came in; and everything he did after that - he caught Tony's eye 3 to 4 times easily and was always in AJ's backdrop.

I did recall when Bobby and Tony are talking about getting whacked in a previous episode and how they show a flashback of that in the previous episode - " You probably don't even hear it..."



My questions:

- Whats the purpose of Meadow not being able to get the parallel parking right - and her being hell-bent on getting it right, almost with anxiety on her face? (ALSO: As she runs in, didn't you think she was gonna get hit by that SUV - that freaked me out the most)

- Why is the Members Only guy so prominently present - only to add to the paranoia or to actually hit Tony?

- What the hell is up with the orange cat?



In the end; all I can say is... I guess... I CANT MAKE UP MY MIND. I DON'T KNOW. I deviate towards the open ended life goes on theory - and I would NOT mind a movie although its pretty much not going to happen in my opinion.

Here are a few of my favorite links though; I STRONGLY urge you to visit these - i.e. if you are a Soprano fan. If you're not - get the f**k off my blog. Go to Hall Road and buy all the seasons, spend a week watching them, come back here and yearn.

A Lesson A Day: Shot by Shot Analysis of the Final Scene

Tony Soprano didn’t just get whacked; he practically got a funeral

Hollywood Elsewhere: A nice discussion in the comments

The secret "alternate" ending to The Sopranos

Eureka! - Solving the Sopranos

The Wikipedia page on "Made in America" - the last Sopranos episode

AND the all important - David Chase speaks after his exile to France - but doesen't say much. I swear if I ever see him....

David Chase Speaks ! http://blog.nj.com/alltv/2007/06/david_chase_speaks.html

In the end I leave you my fairweather friends with the ditty of the day - an amazing song that I had on back to back atleast 20 spins. DO NOT MISS the extravagantly understated and beautiful guitar doodles in the left channel circa 1:52-2:14.

Maritime - Aren't We All Found out - http://sharebee.com/28254798



Band: Maritime
Background information
Origin Milwaukee, Wisconsin,
United States
Genre(s) Indie pop
Acoustic Rock
Years active 2003–Present

Letters Never Meant...

Today in a lonely electronic mailbox near Mississauga border, a letter never meant appeared. Suheyla Pakdil, who the f**k are you?

Dear Vera and Pepe,

CONGRATULATIONS! Thank you very much for both invitations. I wish you all the best and very happy life together for many, many years to come.

I will only be attending to February 2nd 2008 Reception.

Regards
Suheyla Pakdil

Either this was a freak accident or Aliph really is Vera..... hitting some serious Pepe. Heh.


So my insolent minions (I should stop dissing my blog readers....); give this track a spin and be the judge: Does it warrant precious airplay on my wedding day? This is ofcourse the 3rd remake of Dashboard Confessional's sweet sugar-high croon-bit "Stolen"



Dashboard Confessional featuring Juli - Stolen
Sharebee


And a taste of whats to come, heres a leak of a song from the upcoming DC album (under the shade of the poison tree.... or sumthin)

Dashboard Confessional - Thick as Theives
Sharabee sharebee glory

Well, I have been immersed in the magical world of Divx, downing X-Men Evolution, Drawn Together, The Comeback and TMNT anime amongst the myriad of beautiful conspiracy illuminate/religious/political/space/et al documentaries. GRR RAWR.

I really don't feel up to it tonight... nopes. No indulging you fumbling foaming-at-the-mouth fools. Away. Away with you.

P.S. I MAY be nice to all of you tomorrow.

Cloud 6 Comedown

Once upon a time there was a little Umme. She was a cute little itty bitty birdie wirdie. One day she went to her Cha Cha's shaadee and was amazed and astonished when she saw the "dulhan". Then the dulhan came to live with them and she was even more astounded by this person: she doesn't have to do anything but look pretty, wear jewelery, lavish clothes and just be. She used to sneak inside her room and try on her jewelery and pick out clothes for her. It was all so surreal so she decided to do something about it. She had made up her little mind and she announced it out loud: As of this day my name is "DULHAN" and everyone better call me that. I think that time lasted for 2 years... she would only respond to Dulhan. If anyone would call her Umme, super sonic shreiks ensued and she'd say" CALL ME DULHAN. I'm DULHAN." It was fun and cute but got a little toooooo cute. One day her dad dantofied her and issued an embargo - no more dulhan. And the little funny bird knew it was fun no more... and became Umme again.

The End

IN OTHER NEWS:

Dashboard macked up with Juli to further coax me that Stolen should be played at my wedding. Furthermore: A new Dashboard Confessional song got leaked onto the net today. This is too tantalizing. New Rilo Kiley and Stereophonics is mine. Have to lend an ear to them soon enough. I shall post the Dashboard Confessional singles tomorrow along with some robotic chicken delights. The new Counting Crows is beckoning with a single available - Come Around. Good is.

Anywhoo... so thats the deal with all these mackies? Mackin' up my dvds all the time. If you are reading this.... YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE... YOU KNOW WHO i'm TALKIN ABOUT. Stop taking all my DVDS!!!



According to Aliph; Imik's album is gay and according to me HE is gay. So thats that. We're thinking for a kool domain name for our Paki neo film noir horror disco romance film site - I suggested Intizaar Farmayey and Kaalee Pateeli. They were shrugged off... I dunno why... honestly. I also "cracked" the stage 6 divx site and am drowning in adult swim, robot chicken and aqua teen hunger force. YAY!

So my infidelic infidelities. Tee hee. I shall bring forth goodies tomorrow. Hark!

Spitting in a Wishing Well

I've been tired since the minute i woke
I stop listening, the moment you spoke..

God. Robot Chicken. Mae. Singularity. Arrested Development. Dirty Paper Cup. Tracy Bonham. Blink the Brightest. Pull the Pin. Stereophonics. Aliph. Goals. 15. Stick Figures. Freehand. Nirvana. Just Surrender. Emily Haines. Neko Case. R.E.M. Dirty Girls. Courtney Love. Hungry. Weekend. Breathe. Sleep. Eat. Get Him Eat Him. I Spy. Hold on. Thicken. Exile. Thanks Asim. Tori Amos. Scarlet's Web. No Secrets. No Cell Phones. Extra Cheese. Plain Salted. Cities Burn. My Dashboard Confessional. My silverfuck. Goodnight. 2 Days Away. 2 Jobs again. Batch 2 From Hell. Uncashed Cheques. Unmatched Heartache.

Wild Like Children...

Feral days. Its the end of August. And everything after... well, its everything isn't it? All that is left & nothing left behind. The end is the beginning is the end. And we will be wild like children...

Left to Right: Maryam, Hamza, Minal with Faizaan in the front. Faizaan is my eldest brothers son while the rest are my sisters kids. The runts.

So that receptionist guy, this is what he wrote... brace yourself... aaaandd... GO:

when a patient "come" on the reception over problems and all the situation are discuss the receptionist then the receptionist all situation easily listen and no disturb once created for this action. when a angry patient come into the reception and give your argument of receptionist for example the room tags are not attached the room my attendance are not easily reached the room so the receptionist first step is sir i am sorry and you are go to room and your problems is over problems i am coming and solve your problems make a give minutes and the....

Best.

So today, my fugly furry fiends, we have Let's Go Sailing's debut record The Chaos in Order.

"Let's go sailing is full of rainbows and fairies. But it also has a darker side...It is full of lost and neglected stuffed animals found at the side of the road."

In November of 2002, Shana Levy left indie pop outfit Irving to pursue Let's Go Sailing. She asked friends Tanya Haden, Nikki Monninger (Silversun Pickups), Brent Turner and Byron Reynolds to work on an album's worth of material and soon enough they began recording a demo with Chris Chandler (Flaming Lips/Modest Mouse/Elliott Smith) and Rod Cervera (The Rentals/Weezer). The recording process quickly gained momentum and, with the help of Chris and Jim Putnam (Radar Bros.), Shana decided to make a hi-fi record independently.

(from the band's official site)

Here is the record on a shimmery massmirror bed. Climb on, snuggle in and f*ck.

Let's Go Sailing - The Chaos in Order

Runaround the Rabid Tree

Another day, another past. Eh, its getting better man? Today I bring forth one of the few albums that I have scathed and pined for. This proxy-ridden net-scape, it is such a whore. So why should YOU... the reader... the ungrateful pretty one have to suffer? No no...

So I suppose this is the part where I have to thank Asim. I mean SUUUUURREE I hunted through dark tumultuous fields of blogs and forums and deceit to find the links. But i DID paste them in his window. He DID download em and put em up on accessible hosts. Wait. Erm... wait... the sarcasm has been balanced by gratitude? What the deuce... thanks Asim. Feh.

Today's first (& only) orgasm is brought to you by none other than Holly McNarland. You might know her from her Late 90's hit Numb or excellent Phil Collins cover In The Air Tonight.

Holly McNarland (born 1975 in Winnipeg, Manitoba) is a Canadian musician, singer and songwriter. She is well-known for her introspective and emotional songwriting, and the combination of her diminutive height, strong, intense vocals, and tough-girl persona.


Track Listing
1. So Cold
2. Fly
3. Dadada
4. Sweet Lazy
5. Every Single Time
6. Dear Pain
7. Dry as a Bone
8. Bye Bye Boy
9. Mermaid
10. Waltz
11. Memory of a Man
12. Sad Songs

Download via Sendspace.

So tonight I leave with with an excerpt from the ramblings of Dye C vs. Aliph. Later Operator.

adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
man
adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
this gum
adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
gives you the false hope
adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
that its getting sweeter as u chew
adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
and suddenly
adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
after just a minute
adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
it becomes so fucking plain
adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
it feels like youre chewing on a dead man's toe
adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
or worse
Aliph says:
eeewwwwwooo
adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
HEHEH
adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
blog worthy
Aliph says:
sure is
Aliph says:
dead man's toe
Aliph says:
haha
adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
i was thinking kidney
adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
or ear
adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
or penis
adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
i took a pick
adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
it had to be done
adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
it DOES seem like a toe though
adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
a VERY dead mans toe
adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
*keeps chewing*
adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
morbid curiosity

The Sentinels Sent A Letter

Many yellow days and many amber nights later, I have picked up the proverbial pen again. Watch the fuck out.

Besides sweeping by many important milestones and desecrating many relentless pie-suckers; I've been busy with two jobs, a looming (in a good way looming) marriage, catching up on shows and movies, the music of Trespassers William, Mark Lanegan, Ben Harper, Margot and the Nuclear So and Sos, Hem, Neko Case and the Perishers has been whispering early morning lullaby's to me. To all you prissy maybe sparrows, the wedding is on October 21st 22nd.

The second job is interesting, gets me in touch with the natural sensei spirit in me. That said, the next post shall hold a marvelous delight for all us from one of the hospital receptionists.

I spent the better part of my surf seeking day looking for Hem's Funnel Cloud today. Not a good thing when you yearn for something so bad. Every page has a good review, every page has a picture; but no zShare, no sendspace, no mediafire, no RAR NO FUN I SAY. So I give to you, my prettys, Hem's Funnel Cloud in all its multi orgasmic Sharebee glory. Thanks to Asim who put up with my relentless pushing the link-ness-ish-tude.



"...For the Brooklyn based Hem, what you initially hear is what you fall in love with—soft melodies, delicate instrumentals, and quiet, detailed musicianship that seems destined to be duplicated over a career..."

Funnel Cloud is the fourth album by folk rock band Hem. I Considered the band's most ambitious work to date, they recorded the album accompanied by a 21-piece orchestra, as well as James Iha of the Smashing Pumpkins.

The concept was conceived on the day of lead singer Sally Ellyson's wedding, during which the party had to evacuate to storm cellars due to a number of tornadoes that touched down in the area.

Track listing
1. "Almost Home"
2. "Barcarolle"
3. "The Burnt"-Over District
4. "Curtains"
5. "Funnel Cloud"
6. "Great Houses of New York"
7. "He Came to Meet Me"
8. "Hotel Fire"
9. "I'll Dream of You Tonight"
10. "Not California"
11. "Old Adam"
12. "The Pills Stopped Working"
13. "Reservoir"
14. "Too Late to Turn Back Now"
15. "We'll Meet Along the Way"


Download via Sharebee



You can now download lots of Dye Corduroy Mp3s from http://dyecorduroy.4shared.com

For the insolent ones, Dye Corduroy is my baby. And with more than 60 new songs I've yet to lay down, this space shall be the bohemian whorehouse that shall overcome the military masturbation that your life has become. One song at a time.


Last night I saw a Natalie Portman movie Goya's Ghosts. I seriously recommend this movie to any and all who like 19th century an 17th century movies set with the masteries of modern cinema. Natalie Portman in the last 3/4ths of the movie is ravishingly brilliant in her projection of a jaded, paranoid, tormented soul... I won't give away more.

Chronology Methodology

Along the autobahns of wasted mileage with colliding causeways of amiss, times passed me by. Here is a feeble attempt to catch up:

Feb 25th: Mr. Dye C got engaged. Please say hello to Mrs. Dye C

Erm, thats about it: I have been recording a lot of english songs, the last few being At Your Meridian, Darla's Summer, The Broken Dream Collective, Masterplans and Mezzanines.

FUH-REAK

Go to www.myspace.com/dyecorduroy and give them a spin... BDC and Masterplans will be uploaded there shortly.

And THAT was my huge update...

Try not to *dwell* on it.

The Shepard of My Despair (mp3 post)

Without any further delays let me unleash the two new tracks upon you feeble fumbling critters.

Mp3 - Dye Corduroy - Darla's Summer

Mp3 - Dye Corduroy - At Your Meridian

P.S. - If the songs are not downing, please head to the Dye Cordroy MySpace page to download the new tracks: www.myspace.com/dyecorduroy

Darla's Summer is a slap-yo-momma/alt-country-ish ditty while At Your Meridian is a velvety-dystopic-love-song. Very different in styles.

Lyrics - Darla's Summer

Hey Darla come on out, come on out let's play
I'll shelter you from daylight; pushing into greys
You don't have to walk on water; don't have to stray
I'll pick you out some peaches; we'll run around till late

And all the while you are here
The shepard of my despair

And Theresa's endless summer has ended
And Theresa's endless summer has ended

Did someone say I loved her? Nah: It must've been the wind


Hey Darla seven up, touch me and i'm there
I'll paint the green of envy; breach the atmosphere
Hey Darla kiss the sunshine; poison all the queer
Your lips whisper trembling, apocalyptic fears

You raise the bar and i'm there
Gangway coz' i'm coming up for air


And Theresa's endless summer has ended
And Theresa's endless summer has ended

Did someone say I loved her? Nah: It must've been the wind
Conceive the perfect murder; the alibi you bring

The soul has colossal impossible blackholes to tame
With sunspots and planets that have never been named
You spin like a wheel in the face of a careless mistake
The stars in your eyes; revolve; evolve and refrain


Lyrics - At Your Meridian

I know lately; we seem to be flying
But I've been thinking with a straight mind
Swear i'm thinking with a straight mind
Consequently; things have been fine
I've been walking down a straight line
Swear I'm walking down a straight line

These have been the only words that I wrote
You have been the only truth I spoke
Mine has been a lonely kind of road
Will you take a drive? Will you take drive?
Will you take a drive?

I've had waited, all of this time
To sing about the world on decline
In the panoply of these lines
You have baited, now reel in my rhymes
For you i'd rather steal the sunshine
At your meridian of fair crimes

This has been the only thought in my head
Will you run or will you play instead?
I will chase you down the palisades
Won't you be mine? Won't you be mine?
Won't you be mine?

All day long, all i hear is how happiness disappears
But I know if you stay, you will persuade my fears
In your world, i would be - the only war of peace
And I'd stand, take the fall - be the timbre of your speech

Pledge my Grievance to the Flag

If the cyclops dreams of yesteryear were any indication: it's really become a boggy marsh or political peasantry. It's a shame. Start digging underground to kick in the ostrich's face. FEH !

This is just a sick sad carousel ride that I will be continuously throwing wrenches in the works of. I shall be uploading the two new tracks "At Your Meridian" and "Darla's Summer" come next post.

p.s. I am back (for the 13th time).

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...