25april08: I'm tired of listening to classical music. I'll rest for a while after finishing the renaissance & baroque classics.
25april08: Bach pwns every guy before him. His fugue are complicated (and the nicest to listen to??)
25april08: I want to get hold of all versions of the Orpheus opera.
25april08: That bulbul baby is dead. Somehow it landed on my terrace (a five day old baby cannot fly.) :((
10may08: I'm off to Pune for a month.
2june08: I have to learn that some people can be loved by many people and some people can love many people and that one cannot compare two loves and one cannot ask for someone to reciprocate the love with the same amount and one who loves is greater than the person who is loved and everyone does not find their love and people make compromises & try not to think of the possibilites and and love is a state of mind and can be recreated time & again and unconditional love is possible and that is why we love our parents, friends & pets, and love is forgiving.
11july08: I´ll send you a letter
From the frontline
Please send applause
And some good advice
You were born with a compass
A map on your table
Tell me how did you find out
Your bearings were wrong
Just pray for us
Pray for sunshine
These days are cold
And I´m missing you
The city is no place to lose
Ah, but I never thought
I could choose
It was plain from the start
Plain from the start
I was playing for time
I need laughter and love
Some special drug
I need cigarettes
There´s killers behind us
Devils ahead, send protection
I will drown in this city
I will drown in this trench
Built for us
And the only thing left
Yeah the only thing left
Is the running
And these clouds keep on rolling
And I, I don´t know why
Take this guitar right out of my hands
I surrender
This town don´t want drunkards
Or singers of bad poetry
They want dancing and drugs and laughter
And we don´t have them
Just pray for us
Pray for sunshine
These days are cold
And I´m missing you
This letter was meant for your eyes
Destroy it and then just go hide
You´re the only thing left
That makes any sense
Please don´t blow it
(Mojave 3 - Prayer For The Paranoid)
25april08: Bach pwns every guy before him. His fugue are complicated (and the nicest to listen to??)
25april08: I want to get hold of all versions of the Orpheus opera.
25april08: That bulbul baby is dead. Somehow it landed on my terrace (a five day old baby cannot fly.) :((
10may08: I'm off to Pune for a month.
2june08: I have to learn that some people can be loved by many people and some people can love many people and that one cannot compare two loves and one cannot ask for someone to reciprocate the love with the same amount and one who loves is greater than the person who is loved and everyone does not find their love and people make compromises & try not to think of the possibilites and and love is a state of mind and can be recreated time & again and unconditional love is possible and that is why we love our parents, friends & pets, and love is forgiving.
11july08: I´ll send you a letter
From the frontline
Please send applause
And some good advice
You were born with a compass
A map on your table
Tell me how did you find out
Your bearings were wrong
Just pray for us
Pray for sunshine
These days are cold
And I´m missing you
The city is no place to lose
Ah, but I never thought
I could choose
It was plain from the start
Plain from the start
I was playing for time
I need laughter and love
Some special drug
I need cigarettes
There´s killers behind us
Devils ahead, send protection
I will drown in this city
I will drown in this trench
Built for us
And the only thing left
Yeah the only thing left
Is the running
And these clouds keep on rolling
And I, I don´t know why
Take this guitar right out of my hands
I surrender
This town don´t want drunkards
Or singers of bad poetry
They want dancing and drugs and laughter
And we don´t have them
Just pray for us
Pray for sunshine
These days are cold
And I´m missing you
This letter was meant for your eyes
Destroy it and then just go hide
You´re the only thing left
That makes any sense
Please don´t blow it
(Mojave 3 - Prayer For The Paranoid)
