Wish You Were Here.

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

- Waters, Gilmour

Still Going On...

We, the unwilling, led by the unknowing, are doing the impossible for the ungrateful. We have done so much, for so long, with so little, we are now qualified to do anything with nothing.

Stumbled upon this quote .. I guess the origin of this quote will remain a mystery.. But they say it was a quote by some unwilling American soldiers who were forced to fight in the Vietnam war.

Makes sense!

The winds of time.

Days go by.
As do the pages of a book,
when the wind flips them.
some turn slow.. some turn fast.
but they turn.. one.. after another..after another.
And then... at one point in time..there are no more to turn.
Like the pages of a book that one reads..
A man's days are numbered.

Randomusings

A leaf falling off a tree

wishes it had held on,

it did all it could

but the moment it left the tree,

the need for it was long gone.

After the candle is lit,

what then could be the need

for that little match stick?

Of Incertitudes...

Each time I play the game
Its never the same.
Along a curvy maze
I leave the trail ablaze.


When I know not whats round the bend,
Oodles it does does to the mystery lend.
Vague is the trend
Every second with the unknown I fend.

Along the winding track I rip
Hoping not to lose the grip
Whatever comes I shall take it on
Shall brave it all without a moan

To overdrive I move over
With only intuitions I manoeuvre.
Only a sixth sense within knows
It understands before the path unfolds.
Sheer guts to zip on
The fear of death is long gone.

But I know this wont last for ever.
I may make it or I may never.
For one of these bends
Could after all be the end.

But then... whose is the finish ?
Is the question I relish.

Sing for the Moon!

Two similar songs..Different languages...
Guitar.. Moon.. Heroine..Remake? Must be!
But I kinda like them both.

You See It the Way You Want To See It!

Most of what we know is what we derive from what we sense - reading accounts of peoples' perceptions, empirical conclusions that in course of time become axioms that are beyond doubt. Credibility and acceptability lent to perceptions make them "facts".

So your way of seeing things does matter! And largely - what you already know plays a major key in your deciphering those that are unknown to you. Here is a Romanian song that I came across recently that was interpreted "differently".





And it occurred to me that it is similar to how some freaks seem to make weird meanings out of songs playing them in reverse...like the legendary "Hotel California" by Eagles or "Stairway to Heaven" by Led Zeppelin - to have satanic messages unraveled!

An illustration of the illusion for those who have time to spare.






Just a passing Question.

I agnise words in mumblings...
An intermittent sound (like that from a dripping tap) I hear blends in with the cadence of a song.
I read between the lines.
I see shapes in the clouds and distinct profiles in silhouettes.

Aren't they so? Or.... Is it just my imagination?

My take on that : If you want to you sure can. It is not wrong to stretch your imagination and only a few can actually do that. But these are just seemingly so.

And this I feel is how the daily horoscope predictions "work".
There are people who make a living off the way you see things!