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What's the Scene Blues Guitar and a lonely guy, All he wanted to do was learn to fly, Walking on nameless throughout the night, There was no one to watch him take his flight. He had to find a better way, To try and make it through the day, He opened his case as the lights went dim, He felt it was time to hit his strings. What's the scene, yeah, What's the scene, Hes going down to the garden green, What's the scene, yeah, What's the scene, He's rolling up if you know what I mean. What's the scene, yeah, What's the scene, And now he thinks he's a Killer Queen. Strumming guitar all through the night, Knowing all along that it wasn't right, Feeling great but not for long, He had to drown it all in a little song. He took a little walk down the streets, Amazed at sights that he couldn't believe, Felt that life was passing him by, Looked up for the answers in the sky. What's the scene, yeah, What's the scene, He can try but he can't be mean, What's the scene, yeah, What's the scene, He's living life out of the silver screen, What's the scene, yeah, What's the scene, He's feeling great coz he's living a dream. Looking out of the window and feeling free, Reaching his hands out and catching the breeze, Staring up straight at the mid day sun, Knowing all along he's the chosen one. What's the scene, yeah, What's the scene, Everything's all just a great big deal, What's the scene, yeah, What's the scene, It's all about the way that you feel, What's the scene, yeah, What's the scene, You got to ride the long road on your own machine.	No Point In Asking What do you do when you're in despair? Do you try and stop to care? Do you walk back home? Knowing that there you won't be alone? Inside your mind and inside your thoughts, Do you mind anybody searching there? Don't you care about it, Even though it's killing you bit by bit? Chorus: There's no point in asking anyone because they can't tell you, All you have to do is search yourself This life isn't about living, So do you want to live it your way? Or do you want to speed ahead, Knowing that your hair will soon turn grey? When you're feeling really bogged down, Do you stare and frown? Do you move on ahead, Or wait till you run further aground? Chorus: There's no point in asking anyone because they can't tell you, All you have to do is search yourself When you're feeling lost and isolated, Do you ask for a helping hand? Do you try and fight it out, Even if you're sinking in quicksand? Chorus: There's no point in asking anyone because they can't tell you, All you have to do is search yourself
Battlefield Blues Blood and gore on the streets, Darkness in the shape of dreams, Death rides on the wind, Thirsting for another drink, Rushing through tangled hair, Of a hundred souls in despair, Silent voices cry in pain, Loneliness is nobody's gain The smell of death is in the air, Eyes fixed at shooting flares, Hoping for an early truce, Just a case of the battlefield blues. The Reaper stalks the alleyways, Oblivious of colour and race, Hoping for one mistake, Oblivious of dawn about to break, Bullets cut through the mist, Adding names to a growing list, Fingers fold to form a prayer, Trying to save their souls from the Slayer A hundred eyes all open wide, Trying to catch a glimpse of first light, A hundred rebels without a clue, No one can escape the battlefield blues Morning breaks through the clouds, Giving warmth to tired brows, Morning comes with relief, To tired eyes devoid of sleep, Above their battered heads, On land and in the skies, The battle rages on and on, Again for the ultimate prize. Dust rises high above, The last flight of a dying dove, One more chance to tighten the screws, Now it's time for the battlefield blues The juggernaut starts on rolling, Pushing forward, never slowing, Dirty fingers clutch weapons of war, Orders come in to even the score, Eyes burn with a last glimpse, Nostalgia that only memories bring, Walking on comrades along the way, Wondering if today is their lucky day. The sound of jackboots on wounded earth, Vultures circling an absence of mirth, Trying to escape a bloody noose, No one can escape the battlefield blues	SCARGIL They sit there staring at us from the mountaintops, Looking at us through piercing eyes, We can't do nothing but wait for doomsday, To fall on us from the clear blue skies. We send our soldiers to fight fire with fire, We send our soldiers to kill em all, We teach our soldiers to fight as one, And they'll die on their feet before they fall. We've got our fingers on their jugular, Closing down for the ultimate kill, They try and fight for their lives, But one more squeeze and it'll all be still. We send our soldiers to fight fire with fire, We send our soldiers to kill em all, We go in force to flatten the hills, Like the brute force of a colossal squall. Rattle of gunfire through the night, Scargil in our hearts you're burning bright, No power can ever disturb this sanctity, Your snows are ours for eternity. Lecherous treacherous bloody sons, Trying to put on a show of strength, Give us a chance and we'll nuke your asses, On all sides beyond the political fence. Your warriors on the hills are wearing thin, They're nothing but sheep in tiger skin, Streaks of lightening rain from the skies, For Scargil, we'll burn fires on ice. You try and take us down with you, We wont let you get your fill, We'll take you on a ride through, The snows on the road to Kargil.
The Last Waltz of the Water Baby Descending into the realms of the unknown, Escaping the clutches of gravity, Striding like a colossus in a watery world, Where even breathing is an uncertainty. Her silky locks leaving an invisible trail, Like the last waltz of the setting sun, Signing off with a flourish, Finally, she's the chosen one. Eloquence in her silence, Resound of a life less than ordinary, Actions speak louder than words, In the land of the water baby. Time and tide are of no consequence, Sleep a fashionable dream, The rules of the land do not at all bind, Like a river flowing upstream. Contemplating the course she wants to take, Elevated into significance, In her path she leaves a tepid wake, A constant reminder of her elegance. Eloquence in her silence, Resound of a life less than ordinary, Actions speak louder than words, In the land of the water baby. Surrounded by growing emptiness, Around her the vastness of the depths lay, A glimmer of hope in an ocean of barrenness, She was the queen of whatever she purveyed. Her confidence unknowingly feeding her fears, Out she ventured with certainty, Only to be engulfed by a monster of her own creation, The deep sea monster of ambiguity. Eloquence in her silence, Resound of a life less than ordinary, Actions speak louder than words, In the land of the water baby.	Ashes of a Lost Cause Footprints on the treadmills of my mind, Retracing paths I'd sometimes take, Led into the water, I stand, It's cold and my knees begin to shake Stare at the water down below, As the ripples clear away, I find, That the windows of my soul, Open into the whirlpools of my mind Chorus: Walk down to the water, Stride across the tides, To sprinkle the ashes of a lost cause, Watched only by the seagulls and the skies. Dust away the doormat of memories, Still clinging to the gossamer of my thoughts, They float away on silver stranded waves, I watch, bereft of feeling, stretched and taut. Remembering those flaccid smiles, A glimpse of those placid eyes, A page turned, a chapter ended, Just another book that I'll never despise. Chorus: Walk down to the water, Stride across the tides, To sprinkle the ashes of a lost cause, Watched only by the seagulls and the skies. Lock the garden door of my musing as I turn away, The air turns a darker shade, a lighter mood, And I walk through the spectrum of contemplation, Straight into the warm echo of solitude.
RAIN OF STEEL It's like old wine in a new bottle, It's like darkness being misbegotten, Searching through touch and finding through feel, When walking through a rain of steel Through hell and high water, Through magical brimstone and fire, We might bend but we'll never kneel, Wading through this rain of steel Contradicting the very possibility of death, Every minute hope an avalanche unchecked, Only sorry souls make the ultimate deal, When drowning in a rain of steel, Watching your best friends drop like flies, One shot can be your last surprise, You can't wait around to watch the wheels, Because there's never a respite from this rain of steel	Different Strokes Like words without a reason, And a king committing treason. Like life without being alive, And seven bowls when there should be five. Like thinking without a thought, And a lost cause you've just fought. Different folks, Different strokes. Like sunshine at midnight, And a blind man giving away his sight, Like a fool and his wisdom, And a prisoner and his freedom, Like smoke without a fire, And a new-born's funeral pyre. Different folks, Different Strokes. Like being wronged when you're in the right, And a U-turn without a fight. Like a summer without a swallow, And wanting to lead but there's no one to follow, Like this song without a chorus, And vision without focus. Different folks, Different Strokes.
Torn Apart Wake up from a dream and head into a nightmare, Severed from thought, imagination that's fallow, A bitter canvas of words unfolds, A saccharine pill that's impossible to swallow. When dogs do eat dogs, The remains are hard to decipher, When bridges are razed to the ground by sheer hatred, It's the truth that's bound by the shackles of rumour. Let the ground break and swallow us all, Let the ground break. Let the ground break and swallow us whole, Let the ground break. Mercilessly fed a bounty of lies, Surviving on intravenous doses of newsprint, The censor leers on through the night, While the wolves wait hungrily for more blood to be spilled. And as mere mortals fight for the gods The blind men call for an end to the crossfire But the embers burst into flame, While the open road blossoms into a molten pyre. Let the ground break and swallow us all, Let the ground break. Let the ground break and swallow us whole, Let the ground break.	FOOL’S GOLD The pot of gold at the end of a rainbow, A lost city lying on the ocean floor, A great lizard at the bottom of a lake, It’s all fools gold, there’s nothing at stake. The web of deceit only seeks to tangle, Behind every legend there’s a hidden angle, Stories lead but leave no clues, There’s nothing to gain, when there’s nothing to choose. Hey mister, what do you see in the looking glass? An old wives tale, an age old fable, Pulp fiction on the tele, Purge the illusion, bolt the stable. A city of gold locked up in a rainforest, A hairy man with an even hairier chest, Little green men from outer space, It’s all fools gold, there’s nothing at stake. The winds have already eroded much of me, I’m just half of what I used to be.
Supernova Sunrise Brown eyed girl, looking at immortal blue, She picked a place, and chose her spot, But little did she know that what she wanted, Was a star that time forgot. She waited for it to shed a tear, Just as the horizon became the sun, Armed with only a deep breath, The universe felt her take the plunge. Her wings carried her high above, Far beyond the floating fields of grey, But as she fell into her favourite dream, Her feathers began to burn away. Skimming the surf of the very first waves of the sun The star vanished like a wraith before her eyes, So she headed straight into the envelope of fire. Leaving behind the warmth of a supernova sunrise.
Words: Sandeep / Music: Sandeep & Niranjan © 2002 AaTma. All rights reserved Contact Webmaster