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Kashmir
The ultimate rock song of my lifetime is Kashmir ( and Drapery falls but perhaps its more hard rock than this). Plant and Page became the rock icons of our times. I don’t think it has ever been the case that I do not get goosebumps after listening to Kashmir be it winter or summer. Page is the best guitarist perhaps( I have not listened to Hendrix much, C always said Hendrix is the one and only ONE, I think C says it because Hendrix plays a left-handed guitar like him 😀 ).
Led Zepplin rocked the 70s, the time of liberation and left movement all over the world, my parents were lucky to be part of 70s youth, the literature movement, the rock scene, the blues, a new free world away from the Victorian hang over, music and literature rocked the 70s I hear from Atticus and Amma. The record collection we still have back in Chippi is a precious one. I need to get a record player from an antique shop and revive all those records indeed.
So here is Kashmir added to my juke box. 🙂
Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face
And stars fill my dream
I’m a traveler of both time and space
To be where I have been
To sit with elders of the gentle race
This world has seldom seen
They talk of days for which they sit and wait
All will be revealed
And stars fill my dream
I’m a traveler of both time and space
To be where I have been
To sit with elders of the gentle race
This world has seldom seen
They talk of days for which they sit and wait
All will be revealed
Talk in song from tongues of lilting grace
Sounds caress my ear
And not a word I heard could I relate
The story was quite clear
Sounds caress my ear
And not a word I heard could I relate
The story was quite clear
Oh, baby, I been blind
Oh, yeah, mama, there ain’t no denyin’
Oh, ooh yes, I been blind
Mama, mama, ain’t no denyin’, no denyin’
Oh, yeah, mama, there ain’t no denyin’
Oh, ooh yes, I been blind
Mama, mama, ain’t no denyin’, no denyin’
All I see turns to brown
As the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand
As I scan this wasted land
Try to find, try to find the way I feel
As the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand
As I scan this wasted land
Try to find, try to find the way I feel
Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace
Like sorts inside a dream
Leave the path that led me to that place
Yellow desert stream
Like Shangri-la beneath the summer moon
I will return again
As the dust that floats finds you
We’re moving through Kashmir
Like sorts inside a dream
Leave the path that led me to that place
Yellow desert stream
Like Shangri-la beneath the summer moon
I will return again
As the dust that floats finds you
We’re moving through Kashmir
Oh, father of the four winds fill my sails
Cross the sea of years
With no provision but an open face
Along the straits of fear
Oh, when I want, when I’m on my way, yeah
And my feet wear my fickle way to stay
Cross the sea of years
With no provision but an open face
Along the straits of fear
Oh, when I want, when I’m on my way, yeah
And my feet wear my fickle way to stay
Ooh, yeah yeah, oh, yeah yeah,
But I’m down oh, yeah yeah, oh, yeah
Yeah, but I’m down, so down
Ooh, my baby, oh, my baby
Let me take you there
Come on, oh let me take you there
Let me take you there
But I’m down oh, yeah yeah, oh, yeah
Yeah, but I’m down, so down
Ooh, my baby, oh, my baby
Let me take you there
Come on, oh let me take you there
Let me take you there
Losing my religion
I ‘ve got the love for you if you were in your teens in the 90s!! the 90s!! :-)( Yup Calvin Harris should have sung it this way eh?)
REM – Rock and Roll love – thanks to Atticus, who danced away in our house annoying Amma to rock music, when I and Vava joined him, which annoyed Amma more. She was always into old Malayam melodies and perhaps Jazz would be the max she could take, in the western music genre.
This song is on my playlist for decades and will be there for keeps I think. A song which people thought will not do well in the charts, shot up like fire, competing with Nirvana who was another sensation that time. Oh, Kurt, the Hunk Kurt, and poor muted soft Stipe. But anyway the song is a sensational song, loved it then and love it now.
Here is it people, for my jukebox 🙂 My jukebox is for people who are fed up with POP music drivel( Yup am old :D, fine ) from Taylor Swift, Miley Cyrus, Shereen, Enrique blah blah! Oh, and people who like Friends won’t like my jukebox I have noticed as well 😀 That somehow makes me happy. Evil grin!
Oh, life is bigger
It’s bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no, I’ve said too much
I set it up
That’s me in the corner
That’s me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don’t know if I can do it
Oh no, I’ve said too much
I haven’t said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
Every whisper
Of every waking hour
I’m choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool, fool
Oh no, I’ve said too much
I set it up
Consider this
Consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around?
Now I’ve said too much
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
But that was just a dream
That was just a dream
That’s me in the corner
That’s me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don’t know if I can do it
Oh no I’ve said too much
I haven’t said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
But that was just a dream
Try, cry
Why try?
That was just a dream, just a dream, just a dream
Thank you
See ya
Thanks a lot
Sambhala Hai Maine :-)
God one of the beautiful beautiful song which I can never get enough off from my teens 🙂 And these two yummy people whom I adored. Perfect couple!
Sambhala Hain Maine Bahot Apane Dil Ko
Sambhala Hain Maine Bahot Apane Dil Ko
Zubaan Par Teraa Phir Bhi Naam Aa Rahaa Hai
Jahaan Raaz Ko Chupaya Na Jaye
Jahaan Raaz Ko Chupaya Na Jaye
Mohabbat Mein Aisa Mukaam Aa Rahaa Hai
Banaayaa Hain Maine Tuze Apanaa Saathee
Rahe Kis Tarah Fir Mere Hosh Baakee
Nazar Yoo Bahakane Lagee Hain Ke Jaise
Mere Saamane Koee Jaam Aa Rahaa Hai
Ye Zulfon Ke Baadal Ghanere, Ghanere Mere Bajon Par Jo Too Ne Bikhere
Mai Samazaa Ke Jaise Meree Dhadakanon Ko
Teree Dhadakanon Kaa Payaam Aa Rahaa Hai
അഷ്ടമിരോഹിണി നാളിലെൻ മനസ്സൊരു
The most beautiful memory of harmonizing with Amma and Vava to this song brings back tears of joy to my eyes. One of the best songs ever in Malayalam. Evergreen song. I miss singing with Amma and getting lost in the notes. Soon Mother, when am home, we are going to have musical nights and recording sessions just like before :-)! Can’t wait to be home in a bit.
അഷ്ടമിരോഹിണി നാളിലെൻ മനസ്സൊരു മുഗ്ദവൃന്ദാവനമായ് മാറിയെങ്കിൽ ഗോപികാരമണന്റെ കാലടിപൂവിരിയും ഗോകുലം കാണാൻ കഴിഞ്ഞെങ്കിൽ ഒരു ഗോപികയായ് ഞാൻ പിറന്നെങ്കിൽ .. പിറന്നെങ്കിൽ കോടക്കാര്വര്ണ്ണന്റെ അധരങ്ങൾ ചുംബിക്കും ഓടക്കുഴലായ് ഞാൻ മാറിയെങ്കിൽ നിത്യവും കണ്ണനെ നക്കിത്തിടയ്ക്കുന്ന നിത്യവും കണ്ണനെ നക്കിത്തുടയ്ക്കുന്ന കറ്റക്കിടാവായ് ഞാൻ ജനിച്ചെങ്കിൽ.. ജനിച്ചെങ്കിൽ.. ഗുരുവായൂരമ്പല മതിലകത്തും കളി വിളക്കൊളി ചൊരിയുന്ന വേദിയിലും അവതാര ലീലകളാടുന്ന കണ്ണനേ തഴുകുന്നൊരിളം കാറ്റായ് മാറിയെങ്കിൽ… മാറിയെങ്കിൽ….
I have a dream
I listen to this song mostly to pull myself back to earth, when I am having a bad day or is disturbed. It makes me want to keep dreaming, to sing, to dance, to paint, to run, to write. to smile, to love and not perish.
Whenever I sing this song or listen to it, it takes me back to growing up in that haunted mysterious rented house up on the hill where I spent my eventful childhood. Atticus and Amma had the record player, playing all kinds of music, be it old malayalam melodies, gazals, rock music, jazz, classical. The record collection was huge. And ABBA was one of them. It seems when I was born, Atticus used to sing this song to me to put me to sleep and I used to peacefully fall asleep on his shoulders is the story I have heard from my parents. And when I was a toddler I used to sit in front of the record player and listen to the records for hours Amma said. It was almost like another baby sitter, our enchanting record player.
ABBA performed this song two months later I was born( well of course eventful 1979 eh?) at the historical concert at Wembley live and it was aired on TV for that Christmas of 1979 before we jumped into the 80s, the 80s.
So here is another song for you all and for my JukeBox.
I Have A Dream”
I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder of a fairy tale
You can take the future even if you fail
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I’ll cross the stream – I have a dream
I have a dream, a fantasy
To help me through reality
And my destination makes it worth the while
Pushing through the darkness still another mile
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I’ll cross the stream – I have a dream
I’ll cross the stream – I have a dream
I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder of a fairy tale
You can take the future even if you fail
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I’ll cross the stream – I have a dream
I’ll cross the stream – I have a dream
T in the park
I am a fan of live gigs, the best musicians show case their talent in live shows. I follow Bands once I see them live mostly, my most favorite ones I guess. So here is a song for Sapience Juke box. We camped in a farm in Scotland where the T in the Park music festival was going on. Five full days of music and fun. So many bands nailed their shows live and some popular ones did not. I presume pop is in mainstream and since I hardly watch M-TV or listen to entertainment radio channels, I was not in the loop or is in the loop ever. And it was at T in the Park festival that I heard Mumford and Sons for the first time. The musicians were oozing with raw talent, be it the guitar, piano, vocals, trumpet. It was absolutely beautiful and dreamy. It still gives me goosebumps when I remember that feeling which I had in the small tent with sea of people standing to get a glimpse of the musicians and listen to the gig. I was in the front well being a midget helps, people let you go to the front. So here is my most favorite Mumford and Sons song. And this is my usual song that I sing when we have musical home parties where we just play music forever till the sun rises. Once I feel my cover is not shaite of course will release here 😀
As the winter winds litter London with lonely hearts
Oh the warmth in your eyes swept me into your arms
Was it love or fear of the cold that led us through the night?
For every kiss your beauty trumped my doubt
And my head told my heart
Let love grow
But my heart told my head
This time no
This time no
We’ll be washed and buried one day my girl
And the time we were given will be left for the world
The flesh that lived and loved will be eaten by plague
So let the memories be good for those who stay
And my head told my heart
Let love grow
But my heart told my head
This time no
Yes, my heart told my head
This time no
This time no
Oh the shame that sent me off from the God that I once loved
Was the same that sent me into your arms
Oh and pestilence is won when you are lost and I am gone
And no hope, no hope will overcome
But if your strife strikes at your sleep
Remember spring swaps snow for leaves
You’ll be happy and wholesome again
When the city clears and sun ascends
And my head told my heart
Let love grow
But my heart told my head
This time no
And my head told my heart
Let love grow
But my heart told my head
This time no
This time no
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Gomez – "Ain’t No Sunshine"
Summer is a heart beat away, cant wait for the British music festivals. The last festival I went to was the one in Scotland in 2010, god feels like centuries ago.
Well this Gomez song has to be in my juke box because this is one band whose songs I can never get tired off and Bens vocals is one of the best I feel to my taste. I remember watching them live in 2007 and falling in love with this band and Bens voice and from then on I have been a die hard fan. An underrated band in the mainstream but darn good bunch of musicians and people who nail live shows are good I feel because there is no synthesised music there, but its all raw talent.
Oh and I was wondering when I met this boy Anu in Delhi, whom he reminded me off, and it is Ben indeed. Hah! Mystery solved. I was wondering for days where I have seen this face
Any way here is Gomez for you..(its a cover of Bill Withers classic song from the 70s) but do check out their songs, they are worth being in the playlist and they grow on you every time you hear them. And this song is special as this was the song that was sung for me by a boy for the first time 🙂 a long long time ago, a decade ago seems like, the acoustic guitar, the sun, the confused shy me, the euphoria of music….:) Oh darn! how I wish I was a phone person then or had a smart phone to capture those moments.
So here it is!
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
It’s not warm when she’s away
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
And she’s always gone too long
Anytime she goes away
Wonder this time where she’s gone
Wonder if she’s gone to stay
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
And this house just ain’t no home
Anytime she goes away
And I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know,
Hey, I oughtta leave young thing alone
But ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
Only darkness every day
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
And this house just ain’t no home
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
Written by Bill Withers
Live Earth – 2008
RJ Vinooty here, with more songs.
There is this beautiful memory from Live earth 2008 concert that I cherish like a treasure in a tinker box. I open the tinker box when am in one of those musical mood. I relish that concert. It was a beautiful evening…
We were late, me and Ann, to be at the Live earth concert. I could see the Wembley stadium far away, majestic as ever. As we rushed to the entrance, excited and giggling and screaming, we saw Snow Patrol performing Chasing Cars on the stage. I could not believe my eyes or ears that I was in the legendary Wembley stadium where so many of my favorite bands have rocked the stage, the wind and the sun was mesmerizing, and as we entered, snow patrol was jamming away and it was magical, purely magical. We ran towards the crowd. I remember that evening very vividly. Chasing cars song would be too cheesy for her, Ann thinks am too romantic at heart and we are poles apart. Well she sort of brings me back to earth I think. So adding one of Annmoos favorite songs, which became my favorite too back in 2005, when she made me listen to it. It has been in my play list since then and perhaps I listen to it at-least once a week. Here is Tear drops on the fire from Massive attack, for Annmoo, for our friendship, for knowing you for more than 20 years now, for our love for music, for many more good days yet to come.
Here is the song people, hope you like it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u7K72X4eo_s
Love, love is a verb
Love is a doing word
Fearless on my breath
Gentle impulsion
Shakes me, makes me lighter
Fearless on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath
Nine night of matter
Black flowers blossom
Fearless on my breath
Black flowers blossom
Fearless on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my…
Water is my eye
Most faithful mirror
Fearless on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Of a confession
Fearless on my breath
Most faithful mirror
Fearless on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath
You’re stumbling down
You’re stumbling down
The black panther – Tupac – the revolutionary
The long awaited Tupac movie trailer – All Eyez on Me – was released yesterday. I cannot wait to see the movie. The black panther Tupac died young at 25. But the legacy of his movement that black lives matter is eternal. Even now he is considered one of the best Hip Hop artist the world has evern seen and someone who moved people with his rap songs. Hunted by enemies, trying to lock him up in prisons and what not, he was finally shot dead, and was made to perish. But his legacy lives, and so does the movement. A social just world for all. A world which is equal. Watch out for the movie release all :-).
Movie trailer – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=njnwYSybwko
And this youtube channel does good mixes of Tupac 🙂 if you are a fan, recommend it.
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCF5fVevjGC4eUg213wiZR5A/featured
And here is an addition to my juke box, my most favorite Tupac song, collaborated with Sir.Elton John. Getto Gospel! A liberating and uplifting song.!
Getto Gospel song – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Do5MMmEygsY
Uh, hit em with a little ghetto gospel
Those who wish to follow me
My ghetto gospel
I welcome with my hands
And the red sun sinks at last
Into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior
Without the sound of guns
If I could recollect before my hood days
I sit and reminisce
Thinking of bliss and the good days
I stop and stare at the younger
My heart goes to em
They tested with stress that they under
And nowadays things change
Everyone’s ashamed of the youth ’cause the truth look, strange
And for me it’s reversed
We left em a world that’s cursed
And it hurts
‘Cause any day they’ll push the button
And all come in like Malcolm X or Bobby Hutton died for nothing
Don’t it make you get teary
The world looks dreary
When you wipe your eyes see it clearly
There’s no need for you to fear me
If you take your time and hear me
Maybe you can learn to cheer me
It ain’t about black or white ’cause we human
I hope we see the light before it’s ruined, my ghetto gospel
Those who wish to follow me
My ghetto gospel
I welcome with my hands
And the red sun sinks at last
Into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior
Without the sound of guns
Tell me do you see that old lady
Ain’t it sad
Living out of bags
Plus she’s glad for the little things she has
And over there there’s a lady
Crack got her crazy
Guess who’s giving birth to a baby
I don’t trip or let it fade me
From out of the fryin’ pan
We jump into another form of slavery
Even now I get discouraged
Wonder if they take it all back
Will I still keep the courage
I refuse to be a role model
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottles
I make mistakes but learn from every one
And when it’s said and done
I bet this brother be a better one
If I upset you don’t stress never forget
That God isn’t finished with me yet
I feel his hand on my brain
When I write rhymes I go blind and let the Lord do his thing
But am I less holy
‘Cause I chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies
Before we find world peace
We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets
My ghetto gospel
Those who wish to follow me
My ghetto gospel
I welcome with my hands
And the red sun sinks at last
Into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior
Without the sound of guns
Lord can you hear me speak
To pay the price of being hellbound
I write... 