As I had mentioned in one of my earlier blogs, the entire planet is run and managed by the female species. Things are different with us humans
Yea I'd like to have all those qualities. The thought of my neighbour or the people of a neighbour country aquiring these powers scares me to death. I want those features too. I want night vision, I want flexibility, to rob all the banks, I need venom, I would knock the door and bite the guys I hate. I would like to fly without a passport. I want to be a superman, a spiderman or a batman. Just imagine humans with animal powers features and qualities. There would be no life left on this planet. No wonder nature or God does not trust us. Its a good decision afterall. We have to live under some fear or the other and the fear of hell is really working.
Are we the best of all creations ? na... I don't think so.
Any time tell me to sing
I will sing with my flat tuneless voice
I remember each and every word
40 years !
Still remember standing in the queue early in the morning with my friends for the first show at 3 'o'clock on the first day of its release
I thought I'd be the first there, found a big crowd standing in the queue already, I was not the only passionate chap in chennai.
For 2 days I have been cleaning up things after the rains, books and my music collection mostly. After a long time found myself playing two songs over and over again, 'Noah's Dove' Natalie Merchant's haunting voice, and Jamie O'Neil 'There is no Arizona'
Such pain in her voice ?? I don't know how to say it.
I have very limited knowledge of English,
some times I don't find right words to express what's on my mind,
Urdu being my language. I think in Urdu and write in English ' Dard bhari Aawaaz' or 'Soz' . Please help me I don't know how to say that in English.
Then there is this song which I heard on the radio a couple of years ago. I don't know the title and I don't know the name of the singer.
I'm at a pay phone just outside Charlotte
I just stopped to call to let you know I'm running late
yea I am pretty sure I've got the right direction
exit 29, just off the interstate........
Is there a place where I am not taken for granted
and I don't have to spend the nights alone
and I need a place where he can't hurt me any more
some place.. .. thats no place like home ...
This song moved me to tears. It's about some one leaving home.
This is one of the many reasons why I pour my frustrations in my blogs, thrashing beliefs, society, God. I am a blunt knife, doesn't cut anything.
When You hear a beautiful song and you don't know the name of the singer, you can't sleep.
The internet has come to my rescue before, like I came to know the title and the lyrics of Trisha Yearwood's 'I don't paint myself into corners any more' There's a whole lot of treasure in country music out there.
No other search has frustrated me more. I had given up a couple of times before.I stopped my cleaning leaving my room in a bigger mess and went after the song. I stumbled upon a site where you can key in your query and wait for some body to respond.
Its discussion forum too
One heading was staring at me, I clicked on ithttp://cowboylyrics.com/forum/read.php?f=1&i=21862&t=21862
Its about a song, perhaps recorded in the 50's or early 60's allegedly sung by Johnny Cash, used to like him in my younger days.
I have no courage to post the title and the lyrics here in my blog.
In response to a query one Ms. Judi McKnight furnished the lyrics without any malice, and with apologies and hoping that it doesn't offend any one. She furnished the lyrics because some one like me asked for it.
What followed was a flood of abuses, which turned very obscene as the discussion went on, and Ms. Judi McKnight maintained her dignity right through.
Views of some people were shocking, I was very upset, sad and angry.
What ever the level of your joy ecstasy or enlightenment may be, there is always some one out there to put a hole in it and throw you back to to the earth with a bone shattering thud.
Just as I was posting this blog, I received a mail from Ms. Judi McKnight, giving me the name of the singer. Hard to imagine her efforts trying to get me the information on the vaguest or the thinnest of clues. very sweet of her.
Thank you Judi. I can sleep now.Blunt knife