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Chinese Rocket
03:34
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every time i dream of black holes
i can't find my way inside
they dance curiously like tadpoles
wriggle jiggle, can't abide
by the rules i set for sleeping sweetly
turning off the lights discreetly
tumble into beds, made neatly,
sheets that swallow me completely
you step up like a chinese rocket
i ain't got one hand in my pocket
no phat cigar no crystal locket
just another case on the docket
we'll work it out, no fear
spin round about, for love
we'll work it out
spin round about
the mirror says i'm waiting for you
i'll tell you what you want to hear
do as i say not as i do
don't look so petrified, for fear
of losing everything you've got, just fake it
smile and smile again and you will make it
put a sock in it and learn to take it
Lift it off the shelf, buy if you break it
you step up like a chinese rocket
i ain't got one hand in my pocket
no phat cigar no crystal locket
just another case on the docket
we'll work it out, no fear
spin round about, for love
we'll work it out
spin round about
All lyrics by Akhila Ramnarayan unless otherwise indicated, and all rights reserved
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House of Cards
04:55
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Will you see me to the back door?
We'll make plans, think anarchy and smile
We'll devise opportunities for equal exchange
It's just a house of cards
We'll make a world of space-age demons
Solar systems far from here
We'll explode the myths overnight
Somewhere in between pain and pleasure
Is the place i like the best
Somewhere through here and forever
We'll find the ways to heal ourselves
It's hard to say what's going here
It should be clear we're all in it for a lark
There's no sense in dreaming rules that don't make a difference
It's just a house of cards
We'll make a world of uniformed men
With fire breathing steeds that fight
We'll learn to say goodbye throughout our lives
Somewhere in between pain and pleasure
Is the place i like the best
Somewhere through here and forever
We'll find the ways to heal ourselves
All lyrics by Akhila Ramnarayan unless otherwise indicated, and all rights reserved
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she be really wacky, think miyazaki
hokusai just won't do, basho tickles too few
butterflies surround her, no bell jar but an arbour
fear not trusty feline, poised to make a beeline
she's so high on life, higher than a kite, drifting out of sight
anger welling deep inside
nails bitten to the quick
peonies that bloom and bubble
cloy and cling and kick
questions delicately posed
curiously daunting
deliciously haunting
she be really wacky, think miyazaki
hokusai just won't do, basho tickles too few
butterflies surround her, no bell jar but an arbour
fear not trusty feline, poised to make a beeline
she's so high on life, higher than a kite, drifting in plain sight
infidels in cheap hotels
drowning in their drink
tolling bells and gaming hells
bordellos painted pink
this is where we see ourselves
celebrate the seasons
the work of fickle elves (2)
she be really wacky, think miyazaki
hokusai just won't do, basho tickles too few
butterflies surround her, no bell jar but an arbour
fear not trusty feline, poised to make a beeline
she's so high on life, higher than a kite, drifting in plain sight
moons have whiskers, tongues, and tails
serpents hiss and kiss
they fly and flounder, faint and flail
don't tell me nothing's amiss
I saw your eyes glisten and fill
Hope warring with hate
I'm in that moment still (3)
she's so high on life, higher than a kite, drifting out of sight
she's so high on life, higher than a kite, drifting out of sight
she's so high on life, higher than a kite, drifting out of sight
she's so high on life, higher than a kite, drifting out of sight
she's so high on life, higher than a kite, drifting out of sight
she's so high on life, higher than a kite, drifting out of sight
All lyrics by Akhila Ramnarayan unless otherwise indicated, and all rights reserved
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4. |
Woe Begone
03:58
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Woe be gone
From dusk to dawn
No tears, here comes tomorrow
Woe be gone
No sighs forlorn
No need to beg or borrow
Look, the moon,
Cries the loon
where weeping willows wallow
Dark and bright
The starry night
Archangels, elves, Apollo
Woe be gone
Though weary, worn
No place for pain or sorrow
If only I could fly, take a quick spin around the sky
If only I could die, heaven or hell, just passing by
Woebegone
Faces drawn
The pill is hard to swallow
Woe be gone
Let love adorn
Each hill, each hearth, each hollow
Fame, fortune
Too late, too soon
Sirens wail, foghorns bellow
In tender light
Wildflowers white
Green grass, soft breezes, mellow
Woe be gone
Though weary, worn
No place for pain or sorrow
If only I could fly, take a quick spin around the sky
If only I could die, heaven or hell, just passing by
Woe be gone
A new day is born
No tears, here comes tomorrow
All lyrics by Akhila Ramnarayan unless otherwise indicated, and all rights reserved
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5. |
Here It Comes
06:26
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“akhilANDEshvari rakSamAm
Agama sampradAya nipuNE shrI
akhilANDEshvari rakSamAm…"
- written and composed by Muthuswami Dikshitar (1775-1835)
Translation: Akhilandeshwari (goddess of the universe),
please protect me…
One who is adept in the traditions of the Agamas (the Vedas)
i see the world outside
bathed in the early light
trees so perfectly still
patience worn petal thin
loops and lines form the gloom
mirror lake, mystery rune
there's no turning back now
wait for the day to come
and i say, i will play,
as long as I know I can stay
and i know, i will climb
better today than yesterday
and i feel, all the pain,
i'm not afraid, i hear you say
that you know, there's a song rising in my mind
and i feel, all the love,
i'm waiting for the sun, here it comes
how do i count the ways
howl in despair, disgrace
bird in hand, stitch in time
once again, two makes nine
why did it take so long
lost, forsaken, forlorn
how could i be so sure
i'd go nowhere no more
and i say, i will play
as long as I know I can stay
and i know, i will find
a better today than yesterday
and i feel, all the pain,
i'm not afraid, i hear you say
that you know there's a sun
rising in my mind
and i feel, all the love,
i'm waiting for the sun, here it comes
akhilANDEshvari rakSamAm…
All lyrics by Akhila Ramnarayan unless otherwise indicated, and all rights reserved
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Endling
05:07
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i've got nothing to say today
there's nothing to say
i can't keep your demons at bay
or chase them away
come to me, where are you now?
come to me, somewhere somehow
come to me ...
i wander lonely as a cloud
alone in a crowd
stand tall, head bloody yet unbowed!
These words disavowed
come to me, where are you now?
come to me, somewhere somehow
come to me ...
out of time, nowhere to go
out of time, nothing to show
out of time, no tale to tell
out of time, no cold like hell
come to me, where are you now?
come to me, somewhere somehow
come to me ...
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,
Before high-pilèd books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain;
When I behold, upon the night’s starred face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love—then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
out of time, nowhere to go
out of time, nothing to show
out of time, no tale to tell
out of time, no cold like hell
out of time, nowhere to fly
out of time, the end is nigh
out of time, no songs of old
out of time, no one to hold
come to me, where are you now?
come to me, somewhere somehow
come to me (repeat)
All lyrics by Akhila Ramnarayan unless otherwise indicated, and all rights reserved
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The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
What a beautiful Pussy you are!"
II
Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?"
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-Tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.
III
"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?" Said the Piggy, "I will."
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
Poem by Edward Lear
They danced by the light of the moon,
They danced by the light of the moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
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Apocalypstick
06:51
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i could have sworn you said
we've got some miles to go
but then it seems we don't
have too much time left here
for now the world is burning
everywhere flames are swirling
will it all end before us
while we sing verse and chorus
apocalypstick, a
shade so delicious, it's
just shy of deep blue, and
custom made for you, we're
so solipsistic, this
new doomsday dipstick, for
sure we're no prophets, and
we'll make no promise
try it on for god's sake you will not find a sweeter deal, there's no way, there's no way
whatever happens next
i mean to tell no lies
the future rich and strange
we smile and we drown inside
there's no room here for questions
we've got to leave for certain
we'll never fully understand
how this game got so out of hand
apocalypstick, a
shade so delicious, it's
just shy of deep blue, and
custom made for you, we're
so solipsistic, this
new doomsday dipstick, for
sure we're no prophets, and
we'll make no promise
try it on for god's sake you will not find a sweeter deal, there's no way, there's no way
i could have sworn it's fine
we'll make it through somehow
but then it seems we don't
know how to live and love
just now it's hard for you to see
realms of new possibility
peering at fear, uncertainty
vanish into obscurity
apocalypstick, a
shade so delicious, it's
just shy of deep blue, and
custom made for you, we're
so solipsistic, this
new doomsday dipstick, for
sure we're no prophets, and
we'll make no promise
try it on for god's sake you will not find a sweeter deal, there's no way, there's no way
Agni kunjondru kaNden - adhai
Angoru kaattilOr pondhidai vaithaen
Vendhu thaNindhadhu kaadu thazhal veerathil kunjendrum mooppendrum uNdO?
Tatarikita tatarikita dhithom (4)
[Translation:
I found a tiny spark and
placed it in a forest hollow
the entire forest was burnt to ashes;
When a fire blazes, are there such categories as spark and flame?
Tatarikita tatirikita dhithom]
Coda:
As the seas rise
Will there be no tomorrow?
Yes, there will be no tomorrow
Darkling the seas rise
(repeat verse)
What are you thinking of
when you wake with a start?
Who in the world to be?
Which play? And which part?
How must the show go on?
When you cannot know
where in blazing hell to turn?
We've nowhere to go.
All lyrics by Akhila Ramnarayan unless otherwise indicated, and all rights reserved
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she be really wacky, think miyazaki
hokusai just won't do, basho tickles too few
butterflies surround her, no bell jar but an arbour
fear not trusty feline, poised to make a beeline
she's so high on life, higher than a kite, drifting out of sight
anger welling deep inside
nails bitten to the quick
peonies that bloom and bubble
cloy and cling and kick
questions delicately posed
curiously daunting
deliciously haunting
she be really wacky, think miyazaki
hokusai just won't do, basho tickles too few
butterflies surround her, no bell jar but an arbour
fear not trusty feline, poised to make a beeline
she's so high on life, higher than a kite, drifting in plain sight
infidels in cheap hotels
drowning in their drink
tolling bells and gaming hells
bordellos painted pink
this is where we see ourselves
celebrate the seasons
the work of fickle elves (2)
she be really wacky, think miyazaki
hokusai just won't do, basho tickles too few
butterflies surround her, no bell jar but an arbour
fear not trusty feline, poised to make a beeline
she's so high on life, higher than a kite, drifting in plain sight
moons have whiskers, tongues, and tails
serpents hiss and kiss
they fly and flounder, faint and flail
don't tell me nothing's amiss
I saw your eyes glisten and fill
Hope warring with hate
I'm in that moment still (3)
she's so high on life, higher than a kite, drifting out of sight
she's so high on life, higher than a kite, drifting out of sight
she's so high on life, higher than a kite, drifting out of sight
she's so high on life, higher than a kite, drifting out of sight
she's so high on life, higher than a kite, drifting out of sight
she's so high on life, higher than a kite, drifting out of sight
All lyrics by Akhila Ramnarayan unless otherwise indicated, and all rights reserved
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Akhila & the Alchemists Chennai, India
A confluence of musical worlds. This strange and unusual band takes you on wild and surreal flights, opening new avenues for art and indie rock in India.
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