Thursday, December 26, 2002

A Token Of Love

My mouth was filled with rage and sadness,
Killed by a sceptre for flowing blood,
Hatred followed by jealousy and madness,
Everything for one and all.

I couldn’t just stop thinking,
Until I realised I have someone,
My own, my dear ones,
My folks, modern world speaks,
Yeah my parents,
I have my dad, my mom,
My dear ones, I love you all.

Why do I think of the bad?
When I never considered it in my life,
Why did I feel bad for the ones whom I never cared?
I’m sorry mom, I realised it,
Very slow, but once it happens,
And we learnt no one’s late.

Dada bought clothes and care,
Mama bought me music and love,
I’ve not to pay anything back,
And I hope this time nothing to dare.

This is just a token of love,
For I know, I can’t give,
What I’ve got, coz it’s difficult,
I can’t pay back the love and affection.

This may be a token of love,
For the dear ones,
Everyone realises it,
Very slow, but once it happens,
And we learnt no one’s late.

Thank you mama, thank you dada,
For given me everything that I am,
For taking me as I was,
Thank you for always being by my side.

Wednesday, December 25, 2002

25th December, 2002

The only time in a year,
I find everyone smiling,
Smiling at strangers on the streets,
Christmas is on the air,
Magic spreads joy and cheer.

Day service and midnight mass,
Message of love and togetherness,
Gimme some time to think,
Haven’t we lost the meaning,
Changes around I see,
I see all that in a single wink.

Gather to pray but not to dance,
Thank God for the sacrifices not for the drink,
Sacrifices that have saved mankind,
And promises that we have to keep.

Sake of the humanity cause,
Make up for all the losses,
I’m here to make you understand,
And its your part to be there.

Together we pray and together we thank,
So we sing aloud the Christian song,
Day service and midnight mass,
Message of love and togetherness,
Gimme some time to think,
Haven’t we lost the meaning,
Changes around I see,
I see all that in a single wink.

The only time in a year,
I find everyone smiling,
Smiling at strangers on the streets,
Christmas is on the air,
Magic spreads joy and cheer.

Monday, December 23, 2002

A Rest In The West

I left my place, with all belongings,
For a fly to the other part of the world,
Where work is just a make,
Of a new house and all in sake.

I’ve been from the west,
The royal coffee and liberty,
Enjoyed there in a lovely fest,
Danced and boozed all night long,
Jived all way in a Christmas song,
And I loved it more in the west.

I live in a small place,
And I have come to see,
What is left for me,
Just to find everything,
Every me and every you.

Hey, you love the west,
And you will love the rest,
It has made my world,
A small big place to feel.

Thankyou Friend

I feel happy and I feel unchanged,
I feel joy and I feel me,
I feel freedom and I feel easy,
With the one who is very new and clean.

She lets me live my own life, sweet like her,
She lets me have complete freedom to be myself,
She just changes the bad ones that I have,
And its good for me and my family,
I am transformed into a new one,
Which has all lights and songs.

I needed an easy friend,
I broke the mirror and stuff,
I want to see you every night,
I had the memory, brain washed.

A friend who can see me through,
A friend who can make me new,
A friend just bout to care,
A friend, and one just like you.
See me through, make me yours,
I will be happy all through the years.

I have changed just by a day,
Fights weren’t all we had to lay,
We came closer and made promises,
Never to leave come what may.

Times have come and times have changed,
Carry on, you and me never will,
We give our hearts up to full,
Never to leave come what may.

I have found good, I have found new,
I have found life, I have found God,
I have found a new friend, as she is.

Sound Of The Cemetry

Vampire, could I feel them,
Witches and sad heads low,
Always made for the dark,
A time capsule is what I show,
Vampire, could I see them.

No where to run, no place to hide,
No one to trust,
Worlds getting complicated,
Life’s getting sublimated,
Ain’t no revolution,
And I can’t see no molestation,
Earth just keeps on moving,
A division is so time consuming.

God, don’t make me a complainer,
You shouldn’t have been late,
Combat evil, combat black,
Delayed dejection and imperfection.

Everyone’s turning deaf mute,
Road’s heading for the dead end,
No where to run, no place to hide,
No one to trust,
Worlds getting complicated,
Life’s getting sublimated,
Ain’t no revolution,
And I can’t see no molestation,
Earth just keeps on moving,
A division is so time consuming.

Thursday, December 19, 2002

Obsessed Quartz

I wasn’t the paragon of virtue,
He expected, I heard, a denial,
People called me a junkie,
I wasn’t, man you said,
You sold it to me.

I know the world’s changing,
And so are you.
Recollect the days in the left wing,
You and me, laughed out loud,
Hey and you know you drove my wagon,
Upto it and I was fine.

And how much leeway should I give,
And how much leeway should I take,
And how much leeway is left now, folk,
Help me man, talk me out,
I won’t forget, days left out.

I was just a late-comer, and for a late night show,
I wasn’t the paragon of virtue,
We had the obsession, yeah the obsession.

Am bored of your disturbing nature,
You smelt my cash and you did it full,
And why do so?
Tell me why do so?
I don’t believe pal,
And don’t want to see you again,
Matters most is the heart,
Filled with curses and you are off the port.

How could I forget the rainy months?
And the swimming pool,
I wore your clothes for my date,
And wasn’t that made in a secular state.
An obsession, yeah we had the obsession.

The relation wasn’t nourishing,
When you told me you loved a nun,
I was up there to find,
Shivering in the scorching sun.

Tuesday, December 17, 2002

Live-In

Maiden sun rises over,
Maiden life living on her,
Maiden hour the truth is here,
Maiden belief switching over,
And all is, all is fine.
Yeah, shining sunshine.

This phase, I left the dirty phase,
Dude, let me, gimme space,
Prepare yourself,
Am carrying you to an away planet.
Afforestation is what I do,
Travelling caravan and the Indian desert,
Stand aside and see me enjoy.

Final hour of the life,
Final bid to the world,
Final belief was just over,
Final talks just been heard,
And all is, all is dead.

Saturday, December 14, 2002

Excess Xmas

Dressed in marigold,
Sweet stuff, rock and roll,
The time was not to end,
Shiny flowers and lot to send.
X’mas in excess,
X’mas in excess.

Girl waited month long,
Just to see and everybody sang,
Bells and gifts made her way,
Merry x’mas was the day.
X’mas in excess,
X’mas in excess.

Day’s end she told me null,
Left me by the side,
I was happy by the end,
Got an invitation for the New Years Eve.
This was the Christmas Eve.

Friday, December 13, 2002

Mary's Lamp

Mary was a girl, who was very clear,
She wanted things to change but was not very sure,
Things will happen but things should change,
Time has come and with the desire.

Mary learnt,
Spit out the hatred,
Spit out the rage,
Live like a family and enter new age,
Creation of a new nation,
How wonderful it would have been,
If such a world could ever be seen.

Mary’s lamp gave us light,
Accept it and stop the fight.

Stop the fight, have the fun,
Forget the religion, take the human,
F laden, remember Cobain.

Mary’s lamp is a boon,
Realise it very soon,
People now are not dear,
Left alone may have the fear.

Wednesday, December 11, 2002

Soul Insurance

High fives for my chaps,
My girl’s not secured,
Am not insured, am not secured,
Show me the flame,
Light up and dance,
Now your friends blame,
And make you bounce.

Everyday is a misunderstanding,
Everyone’s just complaining,
Every time’s just passing.

Am not insured, am not assured,
She’s making up the tunes,
All in the moonlight blues,
Colours what we see today,
Flying all the stars today,
May this happen everyday.

Amazing features should have,
A lovely bow and a lovely tie,
Show me the high,
Make me fly,
Wanna catch you by the flowing air.

World binds, unbound bound,
Show the others for the pounce,
Am not insured, am not assured.

Every day’s something new,
Every day’s all is few,
Tomorrow you never know,
Tonight, make an excellency show.

Thursday, December 5, 2002

The Great Nonsense

Watch the set of designs,
Watch the set of culture,
Watch the set of difference,
And the set of sets.

Make it yours, I hate,
Make it his, who made,
All is ours, funny fate,
Death is caused by this mate.

All I could say, I really feel,
I do this for you,
But you see you really don’t care.
For whatever is made,
You at least care a damn.

My shoe’s lace,
The tied knot,
The very face,
All need the comfort cot.

The great nonsense is what I speak,
Why should I bribe?
Why can’t you take it.
It’s already late,
But you take your time,
The great nonsense is what I speak,
Why should I bribe?
Why can’t you take it.
The great nonsense is what I speak,
Why should I bribe?
Why can’t you take it.

Monday, November 25, 2002

Co-a`-stly Affair

I wasn’t a coastal boy,
I wasn’t a hotel boy,
It wasn’t easy for me,
Just to see and just to leave,
You told me I can’t get there,
It’s not hard and it’s not tough,
Just don’t make me bare,
Oh no, just don’t make me bare.

We need to live our spirits,
Think of the heart, of the soul,
I fly high today, coz I see that minute,
You help me to rock and to roll.

Leave the poor things behind,
Make no differentiations,
We learnt value education,
And that wasn’t any stupid conference.

I am not a coastal boy,
Nor am I a hotel boy,
It wasn’t easy for me,
Just to see and just to leave.
Need not blame you for this,
And everyone knows you are a sweet miss.

Why am I not a coastal boy?
Why am I not a hotel boy?

Friday, November 22, 2002

Rusty Rustler

The lane is lone,
You say am alone,
Ecological mindset make you think,
The past will make you blink,
Think of the memories we always had,
Think of the memories we never will.

Make a punch for this thirsty man,
Make him drink, make him sleep,
Just for the while, and just for the night.

Close your eyes to have a dream,
A palace of glass and mirror outside,
Aroma of tulips with me beside,
Flowing flower in the flower fall,
You the queen and me the king,
And you may always have me sing.

May you stop me at the downfall,
You spend the weekends in the shopping mall.

I am alone,
I am alone,
I am the rustler.

Sunday, November 17, 2002

The Second Coming

Save me when I am there,
Praise me when I am no where,
Bury me when I am gone.

Gone with the wind in the afterdark,
Wait in the midnight sun for the bark.
The afterdark place,
The windy mountain,
Give me solace,
No drill water fountain.
Farm and the bush where am I,
Talk to the creeps lonely sane,
Caught in the wire netted lane.

The holy man with his holy head,
Thought a lot for my daily bread,
He gave me place, gave me solace,
Made me live in his small cottage.
Got a hand to accompany,
Made me feel his own company,
Passing crops for the mans meal,
Switching over to the world’s deal,
It’s all the people’s deal.

Make him own,
Make him own the whole loan,
Wait in the afterdark place,
Due in the midnight sun,
Although I am not undone.

Thursday, November 14, 2002

Curses For Sale

Names everywhere at a very young age,
Was what I needed very late,
All prepared for this new age.
And yeah, I wanted this to happen,
With me, with me, only with me.

Had the treasure, got it measured,
Had the ambition, got the dedication,
Didn’t have no support, but couldn’t import.

Treasure all I had,
For you shall value most,
For the once you have forever lost.

Nobody stops me, no one tried it,
Never return dare they,
Be it words or be they darts,
Cure a wound you can,
Stop the blood you may,
Seal the path you shall,
For these do less than kill.
You can’t, you can’t, and you can’t stop me.

Made to die hard,
Had to try hard,
Wanted it really fast,
Smelt it very young,
No one to get it sung.
Oh yeah, this happened with me, with me, and why only with me.

It is present in my blood you see,
You can find it bloody black in me,
I still find it soaring high, enemy.

Hey you almighty,
Everybody suffers this wrath,
In times of his misery,
And I want this to happen to you buddy.

Monday, October 21, 2002

The Bad Portfolio

Mine is a bad portfolio,
Occurs in my life’s strangest videos,
See me sing the shaman’s blue,
With all the lyrics of a low man too.
And I suffer with a bad portfolio.

Life is hate, I hate for me,
Hating one another is all I see,
They made me cry, made me die,
They bend my spine to the breaking point.

I can’t travel to elsewhere,
I’m stuck up in a nowhere,
They made me cry, made me die,
They made me realise that I have no friends.

I’ve become a function undone,
Derivation destruction,
Am riding on the flying death,
They made me cry, made me die,
They made me realise all I live is lies.

Did nothing when to be done,
Now that I’m undone,
I lie hear paralysed, completely disguised,
With no one to care,
And I pay all my undue fare,
So I carry me and my bad portfolio.

Friday, October 11, 2002

Boiled Egg

Have lost the world,
Don’t like anything bold,
m.fs create all frustrations,
Hell is around all the creation.

I couldn’t feel the care,
I couldn’t pay the fare,
I couldn’t make it bare,
I couldn’t break the door.

All the m.f people,
Crashing my minds down,
I wanted to be a loner,
To prove the sucking moaners.

All I could do is smash a boiled egg,
Yeah, smash a boiled egg.

Counted numbers from back to one,
Lest I would have won,
Sucking love came into existence,
The end of this fucking resistance.

Thursday, October 10, 2002

19 she was

She was totally excited,
Now ideas were matured,
Cannot wait for the marriage,
Remembered the golden carriage,
It was a special day,
It was her birthday.

Global views, was the queen bee,
Wanted to be a teacher,
Always I was a preacher,
Dying to be a mainframe leader,
It was a special day,
It was her birthday.

She wanted to grow up,
Now could make a coffee cup,
Man, I gifted nothing,
All she wanted was me and nothing,
This was a special day,
It was her birthday.

I couldn’t resist,
As was a pessimist,
I liked her all the way,
She wanted to be at the bay,
It was a special day,
It was her birthday.

Friday, October 4, 2002

A/S/L?

She was a harassed mother,
He was an absent father,
Least to bother,
Kids were delinquent.
The archetypal dysfunctional family.

Chinese whispers made all way,
Chillicholorophyll for the food,
Back biting the man’s say,
Done by charm offensive, did that good.

Western calypso all night long,
No cue ball at his place,
Sang the disaster song,
Oh the dirty phase, ya the dirty phase.

All want to know, the origin of a man,
All have to know, the destiny of that man,
You have learnt, nobody’s changing,
And I have seen, blur in the family.

Why do we have to ask?
Why do we have to ask?
Make everyone sad,
Why do we have to ask?

Pusho-Mania

Why should we have a name?
Why should we share the blame?
Why should we grow?
Why should guys have ego?

Why is there dust?
When everybody enjoy lust,
Why should we study?
When people have to abuse, bloody,
Why should we wear?
When we are comfortable bare,
Why should we eat?
Why not jam up at some beat,

Why should we sleep?
Why should people weep?
Why don’t we smile?
Excuse me, just for a while.

We could do some little work,
Than just calling people jerks.

Ceremony To Obituary

Heyam a kamikaze,
Guys, just take it easy.
Did always this for all the money,
Gotto look at you, oh my honey.

Happily tied the knot,
But still wanted the gold pot,
Memories relished, & had all break,
To learn something all just for sake.

Had a call from the mission,
Jesus, u know had no ambition,
All that had a bit rough,
All could do just believed in tough.

Death for the cause you could think,
Close your eyes have a blink,
Have the wish,
Have the pray,
Have the zeal,
Have the zest,
So make a steal and f the rest.

By god’s grace everything is saved,
Hey, nobody could have behaved,
The manner my wife did,
All day & all day long,
She thought of me.
She thought of me.

Was packing bags from the warred world,
With some courage not very bold,
Just to find her dead, in the bed,
This was never in my head,
She was attacked by a disease,
Hey I was not at ease,

Hey was a kamikaze,
Guys, just don’t take it easy.

Tuesday, October 1, 2002

O.K. Tested

Seasons for me come and go,
Just like a train on a rail-road,
I have to play this and make my way,
Leading life in a usual way,
Follow some rules but still play.

I have tasted this life,
& finally I have tested it.
O.K Tested.

Spent my pre- quats in education,
Did all that with no dedication,
Never thought of the criticism,
Friends believed in vandalism.

Spent my latter making music,
The time when I never felt homesick,
Wanted all cracks and nothing,
All the music done was a bit something.

Now I sleep complete calm,
Enjoyed my life in the farm,
All have to do just the same,
Just for the little fame.
I have tasted this life,
& finally I have tested it.

Organisation For Stimulation

Am feeling low, am feeling old today,
Am missing the ones who were close,
Am missing the ones who were there,
Am missing the ones who left.

I know when you touch me,
You care for me,
I know when u kiss me,
You shower love upon me,
I know when I leave,
You miss our love.

I know, I know, one more thing,
That you are my organisation for stimulation.

Am feeling depressed, I cannot see,
Am missing the ones who were close,
Am missing the ones who were there,
Am missing the ones who left.

I know, when you work hard you carry the pains for me,
I know, when you feel bad you never want me know,
I know, when I rest in peace, you will sleep aside with me.
I know, I know, one more thing,
That you are my organisation for stimulation.

Monday, September 30, 2002

Rebirth

The door is open, step inside,
Choose a partner, step aside,
Listen to that guy, that guy playing the guitar,
Playing my chord, & struck like light,
& when the chord stops so will my life.

Life is short, short with no fun,
Love is sick; it’ll hurt like a pin,
Let me live, live for a while,
So that I, I can see you die.

Meanwhile, learnt to rock, learnt to roll,
Played all the way, prayed all night long,
It gave me songs, it gave me tunes,
It gave me thongs, it gave me bombs.

So play it good, play it loud,
Play it again, listening in vain,
The song that meant for me, I finally understand.
So close the doors and let me sleep,
Sleep in the realm of calm,
My soul rests in peace.

Saturday, September 21, 2002

Good People Are Short Lived

I have always experienced it,
Nothing much in my life, like it,
What’s there is always there,
Bad things came on my lane,
To prove that god is insane,
I say this just to find that good people are always in line.

I don’t blame god for this,
But why should he do this,
Only to me and my friends family,
I can’t say this coz,
Have seen only much loss,
Thanks for the good things happened,
Thanks, lord, for given me much.

This happened with me,
And with my family,
This happened with my friend,
And with her family,
I say this just to find that good people are short lived.

Thursday, September 19, 2002

I Hate Me

I hate me for being alive,
I hate me for being born,
I don’t say this for you won’t know,
I don’t say this for you’ll go sore.

I hate me for not studying,
I hate me for not proving,
I hate me for not achieving,
I hate me for not growing,
I hate me for not being worth it.

No dedication, determination, recognition.
Gimme love,care,fame.
Hate me for not taking it up,
Taking up anything in my life.

Hate me for being like this,
Nothing, nothing , no results,
Operations on frustration.

I hate me for no friends,
I hate me for no kin’s,
I hate me for no family,
I hate me for no love.

Now, I hate me, my love, thy world,
Hate my head,
Love you dead,
Hate everything,
Operations on frustration.
And on modus operandi.

Wednesday, September 18, 2002

Alma Matters

The literate folks of my Alma,
Tried their best to fuck my mind.

The literate folks of my Alma,
Tried their best to screw my arse.

The literate folks of my Alma,
Tried their best to take my bum,
And man did they have some fun.

Hello people,
Teach thy children,
Preach thy children,
Try your best to feed thy children.

Oldies of the past generation,
Come here to give us recognition,
Man, you need to change,
& your on going craze.

I never was a prankster,
Never was a spoilt rat,
Was as good as a child could get,
Tried hard to study hard,
But the oldie never understood.

C’mon c’mon to the life of reality,
Love thy child, give thy knowledge,
My alma mater,
Started loving it,
Loving to hate it.

I was first in school,
I was last who understood,
Was a sport,
Played all games, participated all quests,
My alma mater,
Started loving it,
Loving to hate it.
Cannot deny it,
But you got to prove me,
How I am dying to be,
An Alma matters to me.

Saturday, September 7, 2002

Dress Code : Black

Wanted it old, wanted it rugged,
Wanted it low,
My jeans, I wanted it loose,
I wanted it black.

Wanted it cool, wanted it coloured,
Wanted it smart,
My tees, I wanted it smart,
I wanted it black.

Wanted it wet, wanted it gelled,
Wanted it straight,
My hair, I wanted it short,
I wanted it black.

Wanted it different, wanted it to rock,
Wanted it bad,
My gad, wanted it thrash,
I wanted it black.

I wanted it high,
This will never go low,
I wanted it to be a switch,
This has only one flow,
I want my self-esteem,
That no one can ever show.

Now, I wanna music,
I wanna rock,
I wanna love.
I never want this black.

Thursday, September 5, 2002

Destination Grave

Wanted life to be fun,
As in the toddler class,
Not a pain in the arse,
But still lived it,
Half-hearted, not satisfied,
Never liked it,
I always had to lick it.

I still want to live,
I wanna live my life,
But not this way,
That kills me softly.

I never wanna die,
Coz I knew I will love,
Someone, someday, sometime,
Who makes me happy.

I never wanna die,
Coz I knew I will suceed,
Someone, someday, sometime,
Who makes me proud.

I go crazy,
I go nuts,
I need a different butt,
I need something different,
Death c’mon death,
Wanted to feel it, experience it,
Wanted to see life,
Life after death.

I crave a near death experience today,
Nobody knows, nobody cares,
Oh life,
I never liked it, coz nobody liked me,
I never loved it, coz nobody loved me,
I never felt it, coz nobody felt me.
I see the angels in the dark sky,
I see they call me to their freight train,
But I wanna sleep tonight,
In my dark grassy grave.

Wednesday, September 4, 2002

Venom Lust

Dead fathers, widowed mothers,
Armless brothers, with no one left to butcher.

I come my dear,
I come for you thee, with needles in my neck,
Which might work as pain killers?
But you don’t know its killing me,
& let me say I want it to happen with me.

It killed me when I was in love,
It killed me when I was in pain,
It killed me when I met you,
And I don’t want to see you again.

Lost my name, and lost the game,
Lost my fame and lost the friends,
Lost my happiness and lost my sleep,
Lost thy family and lost their love.
I lost them all when I met you.
I can’t feed your greed,
I can’t satisfy your need.

Fuck you, go away, and run away,
I don’t want to see you again,
Gimme space, gimme solace,
For you can’t give me what I lost,
Thanks for the one thing that you gave me.
You made me experience death.

Now I say,
Let’s go, let’s go, to the meadows,
I will take you on a silver car,
For you know meadows are like quick sand,
And I bet, I won’t lend my hand.

Killed me, killed my freedom, killed my liberty,
Killed everything.

Hey, you are not in my life,
And you are not my wife,
So may your sole cry all the while.

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One of my college mates, Ran, helped me pen down few lines for Venom Lust. Thanks Ran!!

Tuesday, September 3, 2002

Rockaholic

When I got this life,
I felt everything’s achieved,
But still feel deceived,
I thought of something guys,
I want to speak it out.

The boy’s zone is undisturbed,
The westlife is moving on to the east,
Backstreets backing up the street,
The bands keep on yapping a lot.

Eagles soared high, were never extinct,
Always carried guns,
To tame the damn scorpions,
The Beatles were shiny,
The Adams were tiny.

We believe deep in purple,
& were into dire straits,
I wanted it straight from the heart,
Told you ‘bout this part,
The hero couldn’t escape from the cage,
Coz, this is new age.

The doors were redone,
The Floyds helped me get done,
We got depressed,
Nobody could suppress.

But guys’ eminem was inclined,
Nobody could decline,
And to say,
Pantera committed suicide,
Sep was killed, what a site!
Slayer was slayed,
Slip tied the knot,
Sabbath the boss ,could make up for all the loss.
Here. I was done,
& nothing else mattered.

Masses had them mocked,
Instead they all rocked.
What should I say?
What more should I say now?

I just got a painkiller today.

To Err Is Life

I wanted some gifts – chivalry,
Life gave us this – rivalry,
Made me speed demon purposely.

I know everything; everything is nothing,
I am rich; richness in plight,
I am in love; Is love hating someone?
I hath all; all is void,
Everyone’s kind; kindness betrays,
I have friends; none as one,
Foes many; many among one.

Wanted something,
Expected lots,
Not to me,
For the whole lot,
Never happened,
Tried lots,
Still frustrated,
Frustrated lots.

I wish I could change,
The whole world,
Change the weird things,
But I got tired,
I found it hard,
Found it possible,
But all in vain,
I still find it possible,
For life ahead is miserable.

Me in my heart, find a lot,
A lot in Caracas meat, corpses and decayed bones.
Death rules, ghosts sing,
Creepers handcuff me, this is deep dark duyeon.
Still I smile, smile with tears,
Tears I found, not water but blood.

Now how I wish I were blind,
No hate could bend my mind,
Trudging now day by day,
Creeping to death on this highway.

Gloom and harsh speak aloud,
But I am already deaf.

This is how things cook up,
Life’s this,
This is life,
If this is life, I asked,
What’s death?
Tomorrow you shall know,
Voiced he armoured and masked.

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Bro, if you remember some lines were actually penned down by you! I stole them!

Sunday, September 1, 2002

‘BOUT ADVERT – I – SING

I got a brother who’s lazy,
Sometimes I feel he’s so crazy,
But still he talks bout creativity,
What I feel is stupidity,
He never took his steps back,
Coz he felt he’s got the knack.

I never knew Neil French,
I swear, I never understood O&M,
And it ain’t no lie,
That there’s a pie up high in the sky,
He’s got up from his bed,
To really forge ahead.

He felt the people would mind,
All to see that my folks were so kind,
So, he started wearing little beads,
And sown some little seeds,
But I never understood a bit,
All I feel it is shit.

And he’s making it up to me,
With little misery,
He wants to be atop a tree,
That will make him feel free.

He’s jammed up with the Hans,
Which he thinks will make up at the Cannes.

Well, good to see ,
Released his pee,
Grey matter gained,
Got a name,
Felt the lift,
I feel the same.
Do you ?