108 : Songs of Separation

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1. OPPOSITION

Your hypocrisy
Your empty religion
Your proud hollow philosophy
Consumerism, thrice daily cannibalism
Your tv
Your constant sexuality
I oppose, vehemently
I vow


2. DEATHBED

I remember when you cried
With your eyes on fire
With the gale in your lungs,
Screamed your throat red
But now it's getting colder…
What happened to you?
You're on your deathbed
I remember when you laughed
With the sunlight on your lips
Sun rising high
On your early morning smile
But you're not waking up this time…
Breathless cries over lifeless eyes

Your body is here, but you're not

That thing that screamed with me
And dreamed with me
That thing that laughed with me
And cried with me
That same thing lies before me
On this deathbed
But where are you?

You're not on your deathbed


3. NOONENOMORE

Invested your identity
In a world that raped you of your entity
Projected personality
On a world-less individuality
I look in my eyes and I see no one
I look deep into your eyes: no one

My colour and my fire
Sapped by the external objects I desire
I drown in my melodrama,
My soul leaks out the cracks

I looked in my eyes and I saw no one
I stared a mile into my smile: no one
No one no more

I know I'm someone,
And I know that there is something more
I know your world is nothing
Nothing in it for me anymore
I turn my back on your corpse hearted “reality”
I walk right out that door
I disaccept your nothingness

I am your no one no more


4. SON OF NANDA

Both in the day and in the night,
I remain sleepless;
Suffering the pain of the loss and gain
For a fraction of a smile
I'll suffer the trial,
Of a million mindless misers
(they call themselves my boss)
what's the price of the “lifestyle”?


5. WOMAN

Did you really fall for this again?
Did you believe that he was a man?
Did you think there was something real
In the things we've said.
Just to be a lord over you (in bed) ?
He'll tell you everything
You'll ever want to hear
Cause he wants to be you most dear
He wants to be the reason for you tear
And the music that's playing in your ear
He wants to be your reservoir of pleasure
And wants to be your heart's only treasure
Your everything, your only-thing
Your god, he wants to be your god

How far you fall for it – how far you fall

He's the only “he”
What you see in me, that's a falsity
Govindam adi-purusam tam aham bhajami

This ain't no song of flattery
I'm pointing out our stupidity:
Dumb femminity, dumb masculinity

Think about it

Did you dream you were more than his trophy?
Sex turn you to dirt, a non-entity
Sex turns you (us) to stone and that's reality


6. SHUN THE MASK

Tear tears through my eye
A screaming struggle
To shin the shallow me
The calculated “I”
Penetrate the pretense
Of this plastic life
Hard? Yes it's hard
(what did you expect?)
easy life – easy lie

Crackerjack smile is cracked
I spy the lie decry the lie
Jack tragic trace:
Tear etching scars your caked
On clown face

I shun the mask
I'll never put it back


7. THORN

Chew the thorn
Drink the blood
Call it pleasure
But you'll never quench that thirst
Sex is suffering
Bleed the envy
Bleed the jealousy
Bleed the heartache
Call it pleasure
Chew the thorn

I won't


8. SOLITARY

Condemned cell incarcerates me
No walls, no bars on this cage
It's just “me”
The penitentiary is my “identity”
In this solitary
I learn what it's like to be so
Alone

Crouched in a lonesome corner I shiver
Head faced to the wall my eyes
Glued to the mirror
Masculinity beats the living hell out of me
Vanity is only my reality
My only cold companion

Each moment without you I die
Each moment without you I die
Each moment without you I die
O, Krishna


9. I AM NOT

You try to shoot me down
Your mouth is like a loaded gun
A million cries of a billion lies
That's your ammunition
Miconception

Dissemination of false information
Stereotyped
Perceptions

But I am not as you portray me
The pictures you paint of my face
The images don't convey me

Obscuration

The confusion you usher I prolongs
This dark age's ignorant duration


10. WEAPON

This is the weapon of real revolution
This is the fire of the final rebellion

Politics, that ain't gonna solve this
Sociologist, your plan is useless

Without the heart being changed
You won't do nothing but re-arrange
The dearanged situation
Of human exploitation
And that is why I imply.

This is the weapon of the real revolution
Unlock the coils
The clamped around your spiritual frame
By crying out the holyname


11. GOVINA-VERAHENA

Yuga-yitam nimo-shena
Chakshusha pravrisha-yitam
Shunya-yitam jagat sarvam
Govinda-virahena me
Moments drag on for ages
Eyes shower storms of tears
The whole world is am empty void
Without you, govinda


12. HOSTAGE: I

Return the hostage, return the hostage: I
The hollowness within me burns
Without me “I'm” a plastic hide
Inside I hide a brutal void
Release me, release the hostage: I
This situation is self degradation
My will becomes nill
Just a slave to the thrill
Of the pain instilling chilling killing
Of my self-willing devotion

Hostage: I, held in the web of my own lie
The hollowness inside, it burns a man alive
I am yours, and you are mine
This is the true self I need I bleed to find

Give me back to me
And I'll give me back to you


13. REQUEST DENIED

“Return to madness”
I ponder on your dark embrace
“Return to lunacy”
Mesmerized, I drift towards the brink
“Return to madness”
About to extinguish my heart
“Return to a world for me”
I must not accept your relentless request
I can not accept your relentless request
I will not I will not I will not I will not
Your request is denied, denied


14. PALE

Down
Pulled down
Pulled down by the current
Into the ocean of misery
Dragged out by the mainstream
Washed out by the waves
Of convenience and compliancy
Time has dyed your substance pale
Time, won't dye my substance pale
One path for me through destiny
And I will tread it till the blood red end
Because I stand in the shelter
Of the strength of my lord
I stand in the shelter
Of the strength of my lord
I'm looking at you, with the yawning jaws of
Normalcy stretched wide beneath your stride
What's your plan to save your ass
From the 9 to 5 scam?
Without a lifelong movement,
Without a spiritual society,
There ain't no sanctuary from popular insanity
Or will you just add the death toll?


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