Brooding: part two

Yielding hurricanes inside your tainted smile
Walking on paper thin bridges raised by the truth

How do you break through?

And the curse of the jealous fly
In the cocoon of a better lie
In the verse of a healing wound
My radiating gloom

It blooms into a pretty white
And soon into a pretty wife
It rooms inside a fluctuating lightthat shines and rhyhmes with the worst of tonight

A window sealed
A perished feel
A moment away to heal
Sniffing glue
Coz missing you

A serenade to break your zeal

Brooding: Part One

Spotting aeroplanes across the summer sky
Breeding pedigrees of a safer, more faithful you

How do i get through?

And the curse of the jealous fly
In the cocoon of a better lie
In the verse of a healing wound
My radiating gloom

It blooms into a pretty white
And soon into a pretty wife
It rooms inside a fluctuating light
That shines and rhyhmes with the worst of tonight...

The worst of tonight...

Orange Amnesia and Car Crashes ...

Last night, when i was driving home... a black mercedes rammed me and i lost all memory...

The bastard cut a signal, slammed and totalled my car and ran...


How was YOUR day?

*flips the universe*

Happy endings ....

I have been dousing in independent or independentisque' films recently. Atleast I would have liked to think so. And then the fact that the last three were either Warner Independent or Showtime Independent et al.

A soundtrack really makes the movie stand out and fall flat and if nothing, Happy Endings with its brilliantly simple yet entwined purple gum stuck to your sandals plot and character sketches COMBINED with the beautiful Maggie Gyllenhaal and Calexico soundtrack make this move one big aphrodisiac for the mind-works. Lisa Kudrow was not at all bad either! and we all know that Maggie is always so intensely great... its uncanny. Grab this film and find me the soundtrack mp3s and I shall die a happy wrestler.



Jesse Bradford was interesting as well, as he was in Eulogy. I loved Eulogy.





Anyhwho, check out Maggie Gyllenhaal's filmography.

Don't change your plans ...

All those readily bleeding moments, shimmering hung on the avenues of days gone by.
I guarantee, I disagree, I confiscate all the reveries. You dominate, you hesitate, you fascinate and you let me be.

All of the time you thought I was sad ... I was trying to remember your name

I have been filling the bath-tub up with hot scalding water... and falling asleep in it. Strange? When theres nothing left to burn; you must set yourself on fire.

God that was strange to see you again... introduced by a friend of a friend... smiled and said yes I think we've met before... in that instant it started to pour...

This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin... tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in... now you're outside me, see all the beauty... repent all your sins

Its nothing but time and a face that you lose... I chose to feel it but you couldn't choose... I'll write you a postcard I'll send you the news... from the house down the road from real love.

I bought tonnes of dvd's again. On the binge...

The denial twist says:
ill have u x'in so hard ur gonna thnk ur a bee and try to squeeze thru key holes

Peasants of the modern blue...

The Dirty Street Lights revamp is done, I shall be posting the mp3 in the next blog so stay hither and stay click-ful. Let me just take a moment to say how much I adore mp3s blogs, from regnyouth to my-old-kentucky-blog, this girl needs therapy, against the grain, stereogum, aint no picasso, to the millions and millions of others that I hold dear to me and my insatiable downloading needs... Thank ya!

I shadow-box my closest friends; I knock them all out in the end ...

So I'm guessing I go with the Line 6 XT Pod, its USB activated see.. and although it dont have stomps like the ME50, it shall serve well for recording .... I dunno, its a toughie!

So this just one, you MUST have hydrogen peroxide in your ear every month at least, and Q-Tips are a no no... says rebel sweetheart. Hmm... in the words of Stewie Griffin: WHAT THE DUECE! Contrary to the H2O2 phenomenon, I presented the fact that cavemen, you know, those hairy bunnies back in the day; never used either of the two. And they still got laid. Point proven. I rest my case, and my arse for today ... See you again tomorrow, and oh there was nothing dark in this post! I just CANNOT let that be now can I?

DIE !

toodles

The Odds are 42 to 3

The odds are 42 to 3… the blushing brilliance of the bastard moments is such a pristine façade. It’s almost static, almost pleasant and almost always fatal. The concentric pull of circumstance is livid and lusciously overpowering. It renders you a helpless beanie baby, yielding and bending over backwards to avoid confrontation, conscience and correction. The ever impending doom dances shamelessly on your horizon, yet you fold. You chose to ignore. You concur yet not conceive. What a wicked way to be. A step forward and 298 steps back. Sideways falling and gingerly peering. You the rag-doll… you the rag-doll…

Sorry for the absence… but I am back now.

Over the weekend I shall be posting the redone “Dirty Street Lights”, a very rem-ish ditty. Till then…

Aik Dafa Ka Zikr Tha ...

You know what? I'm tired.

It's not even funny ... the sorry state of music right now, cheekyass kids with "underground" bands? Give me a flippin' break! Across to the opposite end of the friggin' spectrum .... the sell-outs. The paint my ass and face to whatever supari-colored whatyoumay and just get me on TV. I'll get the best looking girls in the video, I'll SO cross over to INDIA !!! OH MY GAWWD !!! INDIA !!! I swear, Atif/Jal the whole scene over here was like infested and sickening, and now its even more retarded, its a business! Screw art, screw sensibility. Just fucking sell out all of you. You never had any real talent to begin with.

*unleashes vitriol*

Seriously, its WAY past time to get real.


Ali Azmat is perhaps the only saving grace in a way? *shrugs*

In the meanwhile, download, distribute, redistribute, sell, copy, do whatever with this track. Everything else is going to be free soon, why not music? It's the digital way to go, no pun intended. Make music, total artistic freedom, upload onto the satellite of the world.

Download MP3:

Dye Corduroy - Aik Dafa Ka Zikr Tha ....

This song was more like therapy to me, I HAD to write it. HAD to sing it. It HAD to have the moodswings, the melancholy, the method and the message. An ominous undertone and just the most disillusioned train-wreck-of-thoughts.

Lyrics:

Aik Dafa Ka Zikr Tha ....

Inn kitaabon mein na hum tum rahey

Lafz dhull kay goonj baney

Inn khayalon mein na hum tum rahey

Hum millein gay kaheen

Hum millein gay yaheen

Raastey bhee tum ney chunnay

Faasley bhee tum nay kiyey

Jaanyey kaisey, Khwab daikhay

Aaj tum ney, Saath day kay....

phir say choor diya

behta darya mor loya

hum ney kiya kaha

tum nay kaya kiya

dekho kiya huwa ....

Iss hayaat mein kiya hum tum jaley

Aks bujh kar raakh baney

Inquilaab mein kiya hum tum chaley

hum millein gay kaheen

hum millein gay waheen

Baadbaan jab tum say khullay

Aandhiyon mein kiyon sung na dhullay

Raastay bhee tum nay chunnay

Faaslay bhee tum nay kiyey

Jaaney kaisey, Khwab daikhay

Aaj tum nay, Saath day kay ....

phir say chorh diya

behta darya mor liya

behta darya mor liya ....

Aik aasmaan kay tootay do sirray

Hum tum kehkashaan mein ghirray

Aar paar paaniyon mein beh gayey

Hum kehkashaan ko taktey reh gayey ......

Pistol-fighting blue/green apparitions ...

It was easy when we were younger ... we could put it back together ... Its the insatiable growing bittersweet ache of moulting and wilting and tethering and fading ... and ofcourse creating. Songs, words, disillusions, reveries and expectations. Feh.

Lots of new songs were upped on the www.pakistanirock.com/dye website. Thanks Imran :) Too bad we couldn't catch up on your trip here. Apparently, Imran was totally distraught with the prevailing and consistently depressing situation of things here.

Rebellion, anarchy, nihilism, chaos, angst, alienation of the youth and rejection of the establishment says:
but it is a miracle how that place runs it self
Rebellion, anarchy, nihilism, chaos, angst, alienation of the youth and rejection of the establishment says:
there is no law and order
Rebellion, anarchy, nihilism, chaos, angst, alienation of the youth and rejection of the establishment says:
no system
Rebellion, anarchy, nihilism, chaos, angst, alienation of the youth and rejection of the establishment says:
it is organized chaos
a d I L / sponge the miracle says:
its really jacked
a d I L / sponge the miracle says:
especially when u look at it from the outside
a d I L / sponge the miracle says:
when ure on the inside u feel differently I guess
a d I L / sponge the miracle says:
u know its there
a d I L / sponge the miracle says:
but u can sort out better ways round everything as well
a d I L / sponge the miracle says:
more satisfying ways
Rebellion, anarchy, nihilism, chaos, angst, alienation of the youth and rejection of the establishment says:
I read lot that musharaf had done this and done that and made lots of changes
Rebellion, anarchy, nihilism, chaos, angst, alienation of the youth and rejection of the establishment says:
but I surely did not see a single change from 10 years ago
Rebellion, anarchy, nihilism, chaos, angst, alienation of the youth and rejection of the establishment says:
makes me not wanna come back for another 10 years
Rebellion, anarchy, nihilism, chaos, angst, alienation of the youth and rejection of the establishment says:
and you know what - I probably wont
Rebellion, anarchy, nihilism, chaos, angst, alienation of the youth and rejection of the establishment says:
but I take my hat off to ppl like you who survive there
a d I L / sponge the miracle says:
heh
a d I L / sponge the miracle says:
musharraf? wot can he do dude
a d I L / sponge the miracle says:
seriously,
a d I L / sponge the miracle says:
except for putting in army ppl on all high posts
a d I L / sponge the miracle says:
and wanking

{Download} Dye Corduroy - Many Yellow Days (MP3)

This song was written in 1999, in the loud post-grunge neo-alternarock phase. Above is a pic of the original lyric sheet with chord scribblings and edits.

{Lyrics}
To me singing your name out in the ugly rain
in six ways to sunday was alleviance
And my armory would rust from the morning drench
in whispers only did we ever find strength

And we ride away on wooden buildings
They speak of murder as they speak of you & me
We are stained but we are running wild

And your belief in me is my new indemnity
A sullen melody is all I'll weave
Do you begin to see you're all that has broken me?
Will you resign or will you revive?
I'm fading helplessly ...

And we ride away on wooden buildings
They speak of murder as they speak of you & me
We are stained but we are running wild

Many yellow days was she ....

You'll believe in what you need
And the silence will thus yield
When you believe in what you need
All the silence will thus shield

Many yellow days was she ....

Your haste; watch it drip
As your faith is on the slip

Next post shall feature the new urdu songs. And an infant samurai.

This bliss .... then the distortion

(This sleep remains a part of this beautiful mess ...)
I hate waking up these days; its utterly the bland realization of this palpable feeling of total resolute emptiness ... and distance ...

(The distance between here & above is measured through self and not fame ... )
And I crave for the measure, perhaps the last stretch seemed near ... how long, how far? And then the catapult slaps a rape on your face, in the form of a dream ...

(I dreamt I was a satellite in the orbit of her arms and it was warm but it wasn't long till I woke up alone ... )
So I slept, and so I awoke ... revive my resign again.

(Lost between you and me and everyone less shy of letting life pass them by ... )



I found my old spiral book. These parenthesis excerpts are from songs/poems found in that ...

(In the circus that has lured her away from me
I play the part where everything has started not to be
Although you are painted in the brilliance of bright sun-lit days
I have waited forever in shadows to rectify my misery)
( untitled #57 - spiral notebook )

A couple of more songs written, a couple recorded. Next post should carry the bop-grungy-rock Many Yellow Days ditty.

In the corner of the former
Writing letters to make words
No denials no surrender
Just a very fragile world
( only sirens - dye corduroy )

Solace in ... solace out

Lots of catching up to do ...

New songs lying around, they shall be up soon. Yousaf and Amna got engaged, congrats guys. MAQ ! ! ! He's hitched now ! Meeting up with Jafri and Salma was kool. Nazi-processing of the FCPS application done, finished today. All documents in order for once. Feh. I'm reaaaaallly old now arent I ?


Lots of pics to share so essentially lots of photoblogs coming up.

Have you ever waited for something sooo long .... and yet never given up? But recollection becomes obsession ... and obsession gets erratically displeasing. Wisdom, then, is the only saving grace? feh. And everything you learn is everything you've lost. So why have I learnt so much then?

The snake dream was NOT nice, the ending of it WAS though.


« f ( x ) » says:
cd jalti. thori dair tak daiti.
a d i L / sponge the miracle says:
okee
a d i L / sponge the miracle says:
thankus
a d i L / sponge the miracle says:
u always burn at the bloggest of moments
a d i L / sponge the miracle says:
thus the mention u earn

legend: « f ( x ) » = waisee poo.


till tommorow night, i beg leave.