I do write here and there, once in a while when i am in the mood to. Most of the stuff i put up in my blog - The Sandman Chronicles
So here are the things i wrote up..please comment
My Closet Lyrics
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TRAINING DAY
Lend me your Hand,
I will make it wield a bloody scalp!
Lend me your Feet,
I will make them trample on the weak!
Lend me your Mouth,
I will form it to spout blasphemy!
This is the Training Day!
Welcome to the Production Bay!
You are part of the Processed Goods,
Getting Punched into Existence,
Moulded in lots like Disposable Cups!!
Lend me your Being,
Let me strip off everything Positive!
Lend me your heart,
I will fill it to the brim with Bile!
Lend me your tongue,
I will fork it like a snake’s!
This is the Training Day!…………
………………Moulded in lots like Disposable Cups!!
Lend Me your Friends,
I will transform them into Fiends!
Lend me your Family,
I will turn them into your Bother’s keepers!
Let me your Wife,
I will make her the Whore of the World!
This is the Training Day!……………
……………Moulded in lots like Disposable Cups!!
Lend me your Town,
Let me reinvent it as a nest of snakes!
Lend me your School,
Let me teach the kiddies how to maul!
Lend me your Soul,
Let me reveal it as the Monster it is!
This is the Training Day!……………
……………Moulded in lots like Disposable Cups!!
[I penned this while I was taking a Course on Safety and I was feeling bored. I was and am sick of how the society standardises everything – the people, the products, the activities, ....everything is standardised..just like same looking, feeling like disposable cups being made at a plastic factory !!]
NO-MAN’S LAND
Ladies and Gentlemen,
Welcome to the Greatest Reality Show in the World,
Let me take you into the midst of it all,
I guarantee that you will never be disappointed!
You will howl in fear and laughter!
You will cry till your spleen bursts to pieces,
You will roar till you keel over dead as a door nail !!
Ready? Steady? GO!
This is the No-Man’s Land!
Where the Wheel of time has Stood Still!
This is the No-Man’s Land,
Where the mind is anaesthetised for ever!
This is the No-Man’s Land,
Where hearts have forgotten how is to cry……….and laugh!
We live in the gloomy day and glossy dark,
Stumbling over each other,
Sticking knife after knife into one and all,
Perverted minds lurking in shadows,
Children no longer play in the ground,
All are eager for blood and money,
Red blood eyes and stiffened veins,
Splashing around in filth like a PIG!
Rape and Pillage are hobbies common!
This is the No-Man’s Land!…………
……………………..Where hearts have forgotten how is to cry……….and laugh!
We are the fallen angels,
Who even God can’t suffer!
Living on an interdicted planet,
Where even aliens fear to tread,
We love blood and gore and horror flicks!
Do we know the greatest monster of them all?
US!We kill for fun and rape for thrills!
The basest of all beings,
Shoot the God who created us in his form,
How more viler should he be than us???
This is the No-Man’s Land!……………
…………………..Where hearts have forgotten how is to cry……….and laugh!
Had your fun? Go Blast your Brains! You “@£&$”!)”!
[Again….this was a theme I had from my college days! I transformed a bit to include the reality show stuff…..but it is all about us, the filth]
Mama’s Boy (Haar! Haar!)
Mama’s Boy, Clinging to her Skirts!
Mama’s Boy, Still in yer Diapers!
Sucking on yer Thumb, (Haar! Haar!)
Pulling the Wagon, (Haar! Haar!)
Pansy with his Dolls, (Haar! Haar!)
Wetting your Bed, (Haar! Haar!)
Don’t you Wanna Grow Up?
Don’t you Wanna Stand Up?
Like your Good ol’ man?
Who commanded respect!
And not a Pansy Like you Creep!
Mama’s Boy, Squirming in her Lap!
Mama’s Boy, Still donno how to count!
King of Yer World? (Haar! Haar!)
Throwing Spittle Around! (Haar! Haar!)
Still the Block Bully! (Haar! Haar!)
Running Amok! (Haar! Haar!)
Don’t you Wanna Grow Up? …………………
………………And not a Pansy Like you Creep!
Mama’s Boy, Still Suckling at her Breast!
Mama’s Boy, Still Stumbling on yer walk!
Snot Dripping from yer Nose! (Haar! Haar!)
Drooling like a r******! (Haar! Haar!)
Never a Good Word! (Haar! Haar!)
Malaprop is your Name! (Haar! Haar!)
Don’t you Wanna Grow Up? …………………
………………And not a Pansy Like you Creep!Don’t you Wanna Grow Up?
Don’t you Wanna Grow Up? ……………………………
………………………And not a Pansy Like you Creep![Fade…..]
[I penned this one when I saw a sculpture of a mother and child and thought of the statue of liberty and the creep GWB and imagined liberty to be the mother and GWB as the snotty kid! Enjoy!]
V.O.H (Com’on Lets SIN!)
This is the Voice Of Hades!
And This is your Ever Fantastic Host – Satan calling!
Welcome to the ever running, infinite talk show!
Yo! Man! This is the happening Show!
If you are Hungry ‘n’ you grab a bread to eat, IS IT A SIN?
If you are Craving for Sex ‘n’ you Screw a gal, IS IT A SIN?
If you are clobbered ‘n’ you hammer back, IS IT A SIN?
If you are Poor ‘n’ you steal to live, IS IT A SIN?
Yo! Man! Is SIN a Crime?
Nah! Nah Nah! Nah! Nah! Nah Nah! Nah!
Listen to The Voice Of Hades,
It’s the real beacon!
Heed its voice!
To hell to all the pious Masochists!
Let them revel in their holier than thou life!
Satisfying your needs is NEVER A CRIME, NEVER A SIN!
If you are Hungry ‘n’ you ……………..…………………………………………..
Nah! Nah Nah! Nah! Nah! Nah Nah! Nah!
Listen to The Voice Of Hades,
It’s the real beacon!
Heed its voice!
Being Holy is so Brolly!
Abstinence is denying!
Indulgence is satisfying!
Satisfying your needs is NEVER A CRIME, NEVER A SIN!
If you are Hungry ‘n’ you ……………..…………………………………………..
Nah! Nah Nah! Nah! Nah! Nah Nah! Nah!
Listen to The Voice Of Hades,
It’s the real beacon!
Heed its voice!
Being humble is not paying,
you get trampled on and on
Don’t turn the other cheek!
Rip it off your assailant’s face!
Satisfying your needs is NEVER A CRIME, NEVER A SIN!
If you are Hungry ‘n’ you ……………..…………………………………………..
Nah! Nah Nah! Nah! Nah! Nah Nah! Nah!Nah! Nah Nah!
Nah! Nah! Nah Nah! Nah! Nah! Nah Nah! Nah!....[Fades]
[This is another theme I had from my college days! Once I heard the Voice of America and decided to create something similar to it, but of Hades! I honestly feel that there is no such thing as SIN and it is all a product of Religious a******s! I hate religion! It puts you in a straightjacket! .......Listen and Heed!]
Scotty Does Know! (And How he paid them in Full)
Scotty Does Know!
Scotty Does know!
Your creep Rocker!
Scotty Does Know!
How you were hitting it with the whore Fiona!
How you thought that Scotty didn’t know!
How you laughed at him while you had fun!
How you cheated on him while you thought he held the whore dear!
How you thought him predictable!
Scotty Does Know!
Scotty Does Know!
Your creep Rocker!
Scotty Does Know!
Scotty is Unpredictable!
Scotty just ripped your mum to pieces and fed the bits to the plants!
Scotty just skinned your Daddy, replacing the flimsy curtains!
Scotty just Raped your Sisters, now they walk on their fours!
Scotty just burned up your place, better look for someplace else to live!
Scotty Does Know!
Scotty Does Know!
Your creep Rocker!
Scotty Does Know!
Hey you b**** Fiona!
Did ya think Scotty was a nerd?
Scotty just liked to play, like a kitten plays with the mice!
Scotty just boffed your mom and she loved to the hilt!
Scotty just cracked your brother, now he doesnt have a head!
Scotty just burned up your house as well! It’s a nice bonfire!
Scotty Does Know!
Scotty Does Know!
Your creep Rocker!
Scotty Does Know!
And Scotty gonna Come for you creeps!
Scotty gonna play with you until you are one again with the world,
In bits and pieces and dust..
being one again with the world!
Scotty Does Know!
Scotty Does Know!
Scotty Does Know!
Scotty Does Know!
[Fades…….ending with a maniacal laugh]
[I watched a movie “Eurpotrip”, in which the hero Scotty get dumped his girlfriend and in insulted in front of all at a party by the rocker (who was all the while screwing fiona behind scotty’s back, while scotty thought her to be his girl) and there is a song in the movie called “Scotty Doesn’t Know”!! SO I imagined if Scotty was a real psycho charachter ...i just imagined what he would do..when he is rubbed the wrong way...]
You! My Friend!
You, My Friend
You, My Friend!
Where are you?
Don’t you ever think of the days we were together?
How we met and how we gelled?
What fun we had together with all our pals!
How we cried over broken hearts and broken bones!
You, My Friend!
What do you do?
Don’t you ever think of the future we together planned?
How we argued over what the future holds?
Reasonable ambitions with achievable targets!
Little Little wishes that were waiting to be fulfilled!
You, My Friend!
Why Don’t you Call?
Don’t you remember our promise to stay in touch?
How we called ourselves blood brothers!
Born different, but one as an entity?
I miss your calls and the get-togethers we used to have.
You, My friend!
Why have you changed?
Don’t you remember our ideals and ethics of our youth?
Standing against the society, the evils and the corruption!
High ideals, reasonable sense!We were about to change the World!
You, my Friend!
Why are you like this?
Don’t you remember the good old you, for what you were?
Good heart and Good Mind, to help and rise with everyone!
But now, we are doing what we hated with our hearts!
Are you still the same or have you metamorphosed to something lesser?
You, my Friend!
Come Back to me!
I wish we could go back in time And Correct our wrongs!
Start over again and be what we cherised to be!
[This lyrics..cannot be called a lyric..something that I have just typed on the impromptu and added a few lines here and there. It is about my friends and it I dedicated to those friends.]
I had (do I still have them?) some good friends.
and some ones i wrote recently...
LOVE FOOL
All have told that my heart is footloose!
Running and bounding all over,
Hoping with eternal hope that my love will come!
Bound and Rebound from one to another.
Love Fool, Love Fool, Love Fool
Ever a sucker for love!
Every time my heart breaks,
Its back to hoping for the next one!
All have told my heart is super strong!
Growing strong with every ache!
How could it suffer so many a heartbreak!
How could it regain from the aches it suffers!
Love Fool, Love Fool, Love Fool
Ever a sucker for love!
Every time my heart breaks,
Its back to hoping for the next one!
All have told me that my heart is foolish!
Always hoping for the perfect love!
Eternal dumb lover on the prowl,
With eagerness to tumble head over heels again!
Love Fool, Love Fool, Love Fool
Ever a sucker for love!
Every time my heart breaks,
Its back to hoping for the next one!
Love Fool, Love Fool, Love Fool
Ever a sucker for love!
Every time my heart breaks,
Its back to hoping for the next one!
Love Fool, Love Fool, Love Fool (repeat to fade)
The Open Door
The Door is Always Open,
Many Come and Go!
Leaving Bits of Memories!
Both Good and Bad!
Sweet, Bitter Sweet and Utter Bitter Ones!
The Door is Always open,
There were days I wished it was Closed!
Those days in Lonliness I spent,
Contemplating on my Life and Doings!
Wishing I could change the Past!
The Door is Always Open,
There were days i wished some would enter!
I spent those days in lonliness,
yearing for some friendly touch and talk,
But none were there and i Wept in darkness!
The Door is Always Open,
There were days i wished i had more Doors,
Then were the times i was revelling in friendship!
But some left to never come back,
Some slowly faded by their own doings or mine!
The Door is Always Open,
You are anytime welcome in Stranger!
I will listen to the stories of your life,
And tell you some of mine
Ans sk you - Can You Be My Friend?
- I wrote this little bit when i felt i was lonley, exactly to say at 2.00 pm on saturday, June, 2007.
and a stupid essay i wrote once
Is there any true love?
I remember reading one story about Birbal, the Mughal Emperor Akbar’s minister, one of the navratnas of Akbar's court! Akbar and Birbal are arguing on "Love".
Akbar states that a Mother’s love for her child is the greatest kind of Love on the earth.
Birbal states that the greatest love on earth is the love for oneself, one of self preservation.
Akbar challenges Birbal to prove it.
Birbal arranges a female monkey and its child to be put into a deep pit and the pit to be flooded with water gradually.
The female monkey first tries to protect its child by keeping it on hits head and at one stage when it realises that the water has risen to such a level that it will drown, it throws the baby away, tries and escapes from the pit. The female monkey knew that since it is alive, it could have other babies, but if its own life is gone, where would the babies come from?
Is there true love?
No!
All love is conditional.
There is a catch with each and every declaration of love!
When a husband and wife talks about death, the wife’s first words will be“If you die, who will be there to protect and provide for me and my children?”
There is nothing but the sense of self preservation and preservation of ones kind- its in the genes! genetically all humans are selfish and programmed to make sure that their genus/human kind is never extinct!
Why do women and men marry?
Women for the sense of security and a lesser sense of love – basically a sense of self preservation or preservation of the human genus (especially hers)
Why do men marry?
The basic motive is - self preservation or preservation of the human genus (especially his).
What is a marriage?
Its the outcome of a sort of a chauvinist attitude – to get the woman before another gets her and a lesser sense of love – basically a sense of conquest!
Do you remember the cartoons of the caveman dragging a woman by the hair?
What was he doing?
Claiming her to be his. In the ancient times, when the institution of marriage did not exist, any man could lay claim on a woman and normally more than one man used to lay claim on a woman thus giving rise to fights, feuds and of course battles or wars.
The wise old cavemen of those times decided to institute the ceremony of marriage as a Notice that this woman is claimed and no other man can have her.
A similar practise is the act of wearing bindi on the forehead in India which proclaims that I am married and do not approach me. (Extra marital affairs doesn’t give a damn to these warnings, the culprits go and **** – that’s all).
So, marriage is just a warning Danger Do not approach notice to other men.
Also, looking from another point of view as Osho (aka Bhagwan Rajneesh) said
“Marriage is prostitution by License”.
The basic urge of all humans is self preservation or preservation of the human genus (especially his) and it gave rise to the second most important urge – Sex.
Having sex without marriage might be a taboo in many societies.
So legalising a union between a man and a woman gave rise to constant procreation and a boom in population.
A society without any bindings is akin to being free of all.
Hmm thats all for now....