Porcelain and Pottery
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The Electric Guitar is a glamour instrument. It is more of Ronaldinho than
Iniesta, Torres than Benayoun, lead guitar than bass. As cliched as it may
sound...
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Let it be
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Still breathing at
11:49
The prospect of contemplating is highly abused.
Feel like my soul has turned into steel
I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal
There's not even room enough to be anywhere
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there"
Sometimes just being blank, silence - gives you the answers for it all.
"Shadows are falling and I've been here all day
It's too hot to sleep and time is running awayFeel like my soul has turned into steel
I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal
There's not even room enough to be anywhere
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there"
I wish I was a punk rocker
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Still breathing at
14:16
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In seventy-seven and sixty-nine revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When the head of state didn't play guitar
Not everybody drove a car
When music really mattered and when radio was king
When accountants didn't have control
And the media couldn't buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn't know everything
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In seventy-seven and sixty-nine revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When pop stars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when god saved the queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
My mom and dad were in their teens
And anarchy was still a dream
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when god saved the queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
My mom and dad were in their teens
And anarchy was still a dream
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In seventy-seven and sixty-nine revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
P.S- Give it a hear. Song is just as beautiful as the lyrics. It's by Sandi Thom.
In seventy-seven and sixty-nine revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When record shops were still on top
And vinyl was all that they stocked
And the super info highway was still drifting out in space
Kids were wearing hand me downs
And playing games meant kick arounds
And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face
And vinyl was all that they stocked
And the super info highway was still drifting out in space
Kids were wearing hand me downs
And playing games meant kick arounds
And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In seventy-seven and sixty-nine revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
P.S- Give it a hear. Song is just as beautiful as the lyrics. It's by Sandi Thom.
Dreading the Manic Monday
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Still breathing at
15:32
Statutory Warning : This post is not thought provoking, not a story,and not interesting. JUST rambles on a sunny Sunday.
I am currently sick, craving coffee, and dreading my Strength Of Materials test tomorrow. Ugh.Next few weeks are pure torture. The inhumanity!
Submissions craze is on. Viva's are now right around the corner. Parents are at an all time high on the lectures.
College isn't all that painful though. I have been hooked on to Quizzing this sem. SPQC seemed to be my highlight of the week, thanks to Chinmay, Mayuresh, Sid, Krithika and the likes.
Met loads of new people this semester too. For once, college life doesn't seem to bleak :)
Diwali just went by. Met up with friends. Was nice :) My first anti-cracker diwali. Felt good.
Also, I cannot get past the 40th page in 1984. My house is engulfed in dirt. Painters and carpenters have taken over my home.
I am going insane. Period.
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Now Reading : "1984" by George Orwell. STILL. *sigh* (Though I somehow seemed to start and finish 2 states by Chetan Bhagat in a day :P )
Now listening to: "Remember me lover"- Porcupine tree and "Sister Golden Hair"- America are on loop.
Now feeling: Icky.
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