three songs, two days

Part Yellow, Part Me Gustas Tu Wednesday

Yellow, because i went on the Sea Link, and it is absolutely the best song to play when you're driving towards this glistening-in-the-sun, reflecting-in-the-water island city, with rows of buildings waiting for you as you whip across the sea.

Look at the stars

and how they shine for you

and everything you do

yeah, they're all yellow.

Coldplay rocks this song.

Also Manu Chao because Me Gustas Tu is the sunniest happiest song ever. The lyrics go all easy and amazingly child-like.

I like airplanes, I like you

I like to fly, I like you

I like the morning

I like the wind, I like you

I like dreaming, I like you

I like the sea, I like you.

With Or Without You Thursday

What can I say? From the happiest to the most haunting song ever. I first heard this song in grainy Grammy was the only thing on TV time. And if I ever had to do a top three, even today With Or Without You would feature in that list.

See the stone set in your eyes.

See the thorn twist in your side.

I wait for you

Sleight of hand and twist of fate

On a bed of nails she makes me wait

And I wait without you

Woo hoo. Watch and shout along.

And, thanks for all the cool stuff you guys said about Project Dress to a Song. But I'm totally bored with it for the moment. And so back to the blog, without having to take pictures every morning. Phew. Been late to work every single day.

shut up and dance

Bird Flu Tuesday

First, enormous respect for all those who have (or have had at some point) three year old kids.

Bloody hell. My cousin and her son came to spend the day yesterday. And he is my nephew. And a mighty adorable one at that. And an extremely peaceful kid too, since I was all prepared for him.

I gave him all the jenga blocks and all the dogs’ toys.

But when they left I felt like I had just survived hurricane Katrina or Andrew or both put together. My legs ached, I felt so wrung out that I skipped dance, ate two dinners and then wrote a blog on hospitals.

Whew, Mims if you’re reading this, then you should know that you are up there, right up there. Gallantry award goes to SB – sorry, now SS.

Second I had a feverish restless night. The kind you have on the eve of chicken pox or typhoid. So the only way to get through the day was with a heavy dose of MIA in my head.

Note for A: Even on my deathbed if you put on Bird Flu, I’m gonna get up and dance. Don't freak okay.

And, if anyone here doesn’t like my hands and feet, they can fug off.

The village got on the phone
Big on the underground,

What’s the point of knocking me down?

Everybody knows I’m already good on the ground.

Stick your tongue out baby

Okay, Project Dress to a Song is back. The rain and the weekend kind of derailed stuff. But this week i'm going to do it all seven days for sure. So here goes.

Jumping Jack Flash Monday

There is no better way to start the week than with the stones buzzing in your head.

I was born in a cross-fire hurricane
And I howled at my ma in the driving rain,
But its all right now, in fact, its a gas!
But its all right. Im jumpin jack flash,
Its a gas! gas! gas!

I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag,
I was schooled with a strap right across my back,
But its all right now, in fact, its a gas!
But its all right, Im jumpin jack flash,
Its a gas! gas! gas!

I was drowned, I was washed up and left for dead.
I fell down to my feet and I saw they bled.
I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread.
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I was crowned with a spike right thru my head.
But its all right now, in fact, its a gas!
But its all right, Im jumpin jack flash,
Its a gas! gas! gas!

Jumping jack flash, its a gas!

Check out this best ever opening or riff (isn't that what it's called) and the fabulous Mr Jagger. Ya, I know, but Sir Jagger just sounds really weird.

cafe del mar. somedays way too far.

sorry, no music today. i woke up to the sound of rain. but i'm going to leave you with my favourite song.

All I can say is that my life is pretty plain

I like watchin’ the puddles gather rain

And all I can do is just pour some tea for two

and speak my point of view

love no rain by blind melon

f ko f

Dhan Te Nan Thurfday


aaja aaja dil nichode, raat ki matki phode
koi goodluck nikale, aaj gulak toh phode
hai till till taala meri teli ka tel
hai kaudi kaudi kaudi paisa paisa paisa ka khel

chal chal sadkon pe hogi dhan tan

getafix!

Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds Wednesday

picture yourself in a boat on a river

with tangerine trees and marmalade skies

somebody calls you, and you answer quite slowly

a girl with kaleidoscope eyes

cellophane flowers of yellow and green

towering over your head

look for the girl with the sun in her eyes

and she's gone

say hello to my kaleidoscope eyes. all the way from london. they are fly eye and you feel like you're on acid when you wear them.

everything breaks up into a million smithereens and it all dazzles your eyes till they hurt in delight. and when you extend your hand, you have no idea what distance means anymore.

because your hands disappear, dissolve, reappear, bend and dance in front of your face.

i wore them as Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds and i must say I'm high on fly eye!

blast, that's playing in my head

It gets weirder.

After spending considerable time in a glass cabin, I’m back to sharing office space with three other folks.

Before you think I had a fancy cabin, nope, because I worked on some confidential stuff, I was relegated to a dungeon. But at least my dungeon was mine. Now they are breaking down half the office, and it’s like being back in the hostel. We’re all huddled in a single room. Damn. I shall fight this by blasting music. Right now it’s Man in the Mirror, on full speaker shaking volume.

And while I’m on music, it’s been buzzing in my head through the weekend. So I decided to do Project Dress to a Song for a week.

This is based the first song that comes to my head as I wake up. The rest is simple, I dress to the song. There are no rules. You just have to feel like you’re wearing the song.

So here goes:

DAY1:
Something Stupid Monday

The time is right
Your perfume fills my head
The stars get red
And oh the night’s so blue
And then I go and spoil it all
By saying something stupid
Like I love you.
For more go here.


DAY 2:
Powerless (Say what you want) Tuesday

Paint my face in your magazines
Make it look whiter than it seems
Paint me over in your dreams
Shove away my ethnicity
Burn every notion that I have a flame inside to fight
And say just what is on my mind
Without offending your might
For more go here.

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