Loving The Alien (Sometimes)

(-Francis Bacon [1909-1992])



Sometimes I think I'm scared
Sometimes I know
I feel like making love
Sometimes I don't
I feel like letting go
Maybe not
I feel like giving up
Is all we got

Sometimes is all the time
And never means maybe
Sometimes is all the time
Maybe

And I'm moving on
And I'm moving on (Sometimes I feel alone)
And I'm moving on
And I'm moving on

Sometimes I make believe
When we're alone
Machines have taken hold
Can you get me to a telephone
It's just the little things
You used to see
Am I still that man who makes you who you want to be

I never noticed
How lovely were the aliens
Lovely were the aliens
I never noticed
Lovely were the aliens
Lovely were the aliens

-Velvet Revolver

A boring day and I turn on iTunes half asleep as I have a faint tune running in my head and I want to listen to the full song. But then it choses this Velvet Revolver number for me I had on my hard disk but I had never listened to. And it was love on the first listen.

The song is both hauntingly melodious and very beautifully written.
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Thinking about nothing in silence makes the the uncertainty and the inherent helplessness with which we live our lives overly apparent. The beauty of the mind lies in disguising the true facts with 'intellect' and 'issues' which demand careful thought and study. The world at large exists in chaos and the order needs to be decoded. Nations which are shining are somehow whining. But isn't it the people who make up the nation? Isn't the individual chaos responsible for generating the chaos of the world?

Decoding the me is something that comes naturally only when the immenseness of nothingness is carefully and fully felt. And the picture that comes forth is that of confusion and uncertainty coupled with a lot of helplessness. How every day is an unrealized fight for hope and reason.

It seems like times of failure are the only times when we are true to ourselves. When all the pseudo intellectual crap falls away to reveal the truest feelings. And then you decide to finally move on and fight again and dose yourself with the drug called rationality. The Neo dies down and you enter the Matrix again.

In all this rationality the smell of the wind, the taste of tears and the feeling of a breaking heart become alienated. The true self is lost in the shadow which becomes a mute puppet and an alien following us around as we judge, compartmentalize and then justify. It is neglected into becoming a schizophrenic sociopath responsible for the dark dreams that reflect an unexplored and part of our persona.

Maybe the truth of the sociopath needs to be listened to?

Maybe, just maybe, the grammar of the chaos lies in the shadow? Maybe it needs to be embraced before we are to gain even a faint sense of the 'issues at large'.

Why 0rganis3d Ka0s Is Not Dead.

(Or why you are not as good at prediction as you thought.)


Err. Because you are reading this.

*End of post*

PS.
There has been mass speculation as to the direction in which this blog was headed. Mass meaning me and evilution. Many (a.k.a. evilution) believed it had finally rested in peace.

But the beauty and the USP of this blog lies in the fact that every time you assume it died, it springs back to life.

And scares/entertains the shit out of you.

T-Search, X-Factor, K-Factor.. Aaaarrrgghh T_T

TV channels had a better idea of exploiting the sms revolution n the controversy magnetism. T- Search; the hot shot channels call it TALENT SEARCH. (But when one watches the whole setup you get the point T symbolizes the directly proportional relation between TAMASHA ->TEARS->TRP.)

Watching a few episodes, its easy to figure out, you’ll find everything in show except the real stuff of which the show boasts abou, you find verbal duel between the esteemed judges, with the tone of gods (“main ye dekhuga ki tere ghar mey roti aaye" courtesy - himesh reshammiya, the noisy or may be nosy god, to one of the contestants). You’ll go into the contestants house learning how much the family , neighboring family, colony street dogs, drain pipe’s bacteria, love them .the real challenge they face seems to be the number of different looks that can be given to the contestants.

What feels real bad is the way these contestants, the common aspirants looking for a platform, are told how much they suck in the most dramatically humiliating way the judges can think of , on national TV. I wonder, what would be the scenario if these judge’s (with bizarre titles and slogans “panch parmeshwar” being one of the many) own struggling time, with their share of humiliation, was broadcasted, bet TRP would be high enough to give K factor lady sleepless nights) .You can actually find the k factor background music n special effects in here!

Idea of providing an accessible stage to common people was great, if only the focus was on purpose and the judges more dignified. As far as the TRP rating is concerned, a real talent hunt would have attracted masses. But these daily soap inspired talent search shows are not doing what they claim in theory. It’s easily evident that the real purpose has been lost somewhere amidst all the searching being done on TV. Switch it off…. please.

Endlessly

There's a part of me you'll never know
The only thing I'll never show

Hopelessly I'll love you endlessly
Hopelessly I'll give you everything
But I won't give you up
I won't let you down
And I won't leave you falling
If the moment ever comes

It's plain to see it's trying to speak
Cherished dreams forever asleep
Hopelessly I'll love you endlessly
Hopelessly I'll give you everything
But I won't give you up
I won't let you down
And I won't leave you falling
If the moment ever comes

Hopelessly I'll love you endlessly
Hopelessly I'll give you everything
But I won't give you up
I won't let you down
And I won't leave you falling
But the moment never comes

- Endlessly (Muse: Absolution)

So I just woke up. Was still groggy so thought Id lie down for a "little" while more(don't we all :P). I turned on my ipod and tried goin' back to sleep(That is how I sleep :\ ). Didn't help. So again, I just woke up.


Tuned into Youtube and saw a new cover had come from a guy I subscribe to. I decided to give it a look. Was a song "Endlessly" by a band called Muse. Never heard of these guys or heard these guys before. But the song simply owns. Amazingly written and mind blowingly performed. Heard to some more of their songs and it looks like the band is in fact very very good. Look up some of their live stuff on Youtube. You wont regret it. I'm getting my Absolution disc as soon as the store opens. I recommend you do the same. :)


PS: Heres the cover of the song done by Dave Biggs aka xylopolist from Youtube. Awesome voice. His covers surely own. Do check out his other covers and his originals. This guy definitely knows his music XD.

Time, Work, Chaos.

We'll do it all
Everything
On our own

We don't need Anything Or anyone
If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world

I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel
Those three words, are said too much
they're not enough
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life

Let's waste time
Chasing cars

Around our heads

I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own
All that I am All that I ever was Is here in your perfect eyes They're all I can see

I don't know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things
Will never change for us at all

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

-Chasing Cars: Snow Patrol (Album: Eyes Open)[Review: Must listen to/Pure Pwnage]

We think we have time. Time to work, time to learn, time to love and time to be ourselves. Do we?

We think "this" is the last big thing staring at us. We think we'll make things up once "this" is done. We'll turn back to normal then because then, then we'll have time. Do we?

As soon as somethings done we want another. We're so busy we don't dream anymore. Sometimes we discover passion. Sometimes we discover love. And its another thing for us to do. Is it?

We dont have time to tune out and live just because. No other reason. No work. No nothing. Just a joyous realisation of being here. A celebration of who we are.
We dont have time to look into ourselves and smile just because. No other reason.
We dont have time to go mad about our passion just because. No other reason.

Do three words said over and over again matter more than a quiet thoughtless moment spent with your loved one?
Do we really have to "try" to be what we really are deep inside?
Do filthy excuses really make up for the time lost not doing what you love?

Cant we say no and make time?
Cant we stop running and breathe?
Cant the world stop spinning for, even if just for a moment?
Cant we just tune everything and everyone out and feel the cool wind kiss us?
Can we stand still and just smell life; smell love?

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Iris

And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight

And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything seems like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know your alive

And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am.

-Goo Goo Dolls: City of Angels OST


This song is arguably one of the finest songs ever written. Goo Goo Dolls doesn't perform a ballad nor does it perform a no holds bound Alternative Rock anthem. What it does is perform a high energy ballad that retains, very very successfully, the essence if Alternative Rock.

In very simple terms, this song is a must listen to. Its right up there in the pure pwnage list. :)

PS: This song is also an example of why poop...oops pop singers shouldn't mess around with rock. In other words Ronan Keating's cover sucks. Seriously makes me cry and my ears bleed. And its even more obvious when you listen to the two songs back to back.
I also hear Avril Lavigne has covered this song too. Seriously, what the hell? STOP MESSING WITH A CLASSIC. And no Avril's not rock. Although she manages to shout quite a bit. :D
Shes better off with her own songs. Covering rock classics ain't exactly her thing. I still remember the way she r*ped Metallica's classic Fuel. And in front of Metallica too :D.

Anyways just go and listen to the original song. Simply speaking; It owns.

Ken JI \m/

"Kenji" : Fort Minor

My father came from Japan in 1905
He was 15 when he immigrated from Japan
He worked until he was able to buy - to actually build a store

Let me tell you the story in the form of a dream,
I don't know why I have to tell it but I know what it means,
Close your eyes, just picture the scene,
As I paint it for you, it was World War II,
When this man named Kenji woke up,
Ken was not a soldier,
He was just a man with a family who owned a store in LA,
That day, he crawled out of bed like he always did,
Bacon and eggs with wife and kids,
He lived on the second floor of a little store he ran,
He moved to LA from Japan,
They called him 'Immigrant,'
In Japanese, he'd say he was called "Issei,"
That meant 'First Generation In The United States,'
When everyone was afraid of the Germans, afraid of the Japs,
But most of all afraid of a homeland attack,
And that morning when Ken went out on the doormat,
His world went black 'cause,
Right there; front page news,
Three weeks before 1942,
"Pearl Harbour's Been Bombed And The Japs Are Comin',"
Pictures of soldiers dyin' and runnin',
Ken knew what it would lead to,
Just like he guessed, the President said,
"The evil Japanese in our home country will be locked away,"
They gave Ken, a couple of days,
To get his whole life packed in two bags,
Just two bags, couldn't even pack his clothes,
Some folks didn't even have a suitcase, to pack anything in,
So two trash bags is all they gave them,
When the kids asked mom "Where are we goin'?"
Nobody even knew what to say to them,
Ken didn't wanna lie, he said "The US is lookin' for spies,
So we have to live in a place called Manzanar,
Where a lot of Japanese people are,"
Stop it don't look at the gunmen,
You don't wanna get the soldiers wonderin',
If you gonna run or not,
'Cause if you run then you might get shot,
Other than that try not to think about it,
Try not to worry 'bout it; bein' so crowded,
Someday we'll get out, someday, someday.

As soon as war broke out
The F.B.I. came and they just come to the house and
"You have to come"
"All the Japanese have to go"
They took Mr. Ni
People didn't understand
Why did they have to take him?
Because he's an innocent laborer

So now they're in a town with soldiers surroundin' them,
Every day, every night look down at them,
From watch towers up on the wall,
Ken couldn't really hate them at all;
They were just doin' their job and,
He wasn't gonna make any problems,
He had a little garden with vegetables and fruits that,
He gave to the troops in a basket his wife made,
But in the back of his mind, he wanted his families life saved,
Prisoners of war in their own damn country,
What for?
Time passed in the prison town,
He wanted them to live it down when they were free,
The only way out was joinin' the army,
And supposedly, some men went out for the army, signed on,
And ended up flyin' to Japan with a bomb,
That 15 kilotonne blast, put an end to the war pretty fast,
Two cities were blown to bits; the end of the war came quick,
Ken got out, big hopes of a normal life, with his kids and his wife,
But, when they got back to their home,
What they saw made them feel so alone,
These people had trashed every room,
Smashed in the windows and bashed in the doors,
Written on the walls and the floor,
"Japs not welcome anymore."
And Kenji dropped both of his bags at his sides and just stood outside,
He, looked at his wife without words to say,
She looked back at him wiping tears away,
And, said "Someday we'll be okay, someday,"
Now the names have been changed, but the story's true,
My family was locked up back in '42,
My family was there it was dark and damp,
And they called it an internment camp

When we first got back from camp... uhh
It was... pretty... pretty bad

I, I remember my husband said
"Are we gonna stay 'til last?"
Then my husband died before they close the camp.

I Don't particularly care about rap that much. Mainly cuz i don't see too much point in listening to someone blurting out a string of rhyming abusives to a dhin chak beat in the background. then again mike shinoda and co. (excuse my ignorance, but as far as i know, its different than LP) change all that with fort minor. his rhymes really pwn :D

bottom line: even the rock(you rule \m/) and pop (eww to you btw :P) purists should give it a try.

ps. kenji kinda reminds me of the post partition struggle that India had to go through. (err.. yea i wasn't there, but we all have seen the movies and read the books now.. haven't we :) ). being driven out of what you always presumed to be yours. being driven out by whom you always presumed to be yours. and by the looks of it, the country seems to be heading for a invisible partition again. only this time, it seems to be on the basis of caste as well as religion. its kinda hard to figure what exactly are the atrocities the upper caste is infliction on the so called minorities. :\ and if economic equality is what we are aiming for, shouldn't the basis of segregation be economy?
maybe its a tit for tat funda. you oppressed them in the past.. now you pay :|

and then they say India suffers from a lack of nationalism amongst the youth and an increasing tendency to shift base abroad.

who can blame them?