Monday, March 20, 2006

New Muse (aila poem :D)

Whiskey with Soda is among God's gifts to mankind. The other gifts include, the grand piano, Gary Jules' voice, and the sad twilight tears which someone shed penning down the following lines. I dont have anything to say about them. Just listen to this song called Mad world by him.

The emptiness, the bass in the background and the arpegio on the piano (or so I suspect) make the perfect setting. After a long hiatus, the "loss of words syndrome" hits me.

After a long time, there is a song which takes you to the peak of a mountain and makes you look at the ants that your brethren appear to be....all, working for the winter that they want to avoid, with only a few pausing to wonder if there ever will be a spring.

The lines might not be impressive in themself, but the song has hit almost everyone in here here who has heard it, as of today.

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, Worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, Going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, No expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrows
No tomorrow, No tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
These dreams in which i'm dying, Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very very
Mad World, Mad World

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
And they feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, Sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, No one knew me
Hello teacher tell me whats my lesson
Look right through me, Look right through me

And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which i'm dying, Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
Mad World, Mad World

Enlargen your world

Mad World

--
Look into my eyes and step into my realm.
Signing off today, for now.

Red




1 Comments:

Blogger Unkool said...

The poem I was referrring to is To a Skylark by Percy Bysshe Shelley and the lines are
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.


Though not entirely the same,but somehow to me they convey the same feeling as
I find it kinda funny,I find it kinda sad,
The dreams in which I'm dyin are the best I've ever had

3:02 AM  

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