Lyrics

Words have been my life and meaningful words sewn together by chords implying a deep meaning expressed through harmonic frequencies, simply put, ‘song’ is my soul.

When I listen to a song, what captures me is the story of the song. Yes, I am a ‘lyrics person’. Are you one?

I have had so many debates with fellow music/song lovers, who claim melody is the soul of music. I call them them the ‘melody people’. I think everyone has their perspective. I have mine, which always and forever zeros down to ‘lyrics’.

To melody people out there, this is what I have to say!

From the movie ‘Music and Lyrics’…

Alex Fletcher : It doesn’t have to be perfect. Just spit it out. They’re just lyrics.

Sophie Fisher : “Just lyrics”?

Alex Fletcher : Lyrics are important. They’re just not as important as melody.

Sophie Fisher : I really don’t think you get it.

Alex Fletcher : Oh. You look angry. Click your pen.

Sophie Fisher : A melody is like seeing someone for the first time. The physical attraction. Sex.

Alex Fletcher : I so get that.

Sophie Fisher : But then, as you get to know the person, that’s the lyrics. Their story. Who they are underneath. It’s the combination of the two that makes it magical.

Beautiful ain’t ?

Year 2012 – A moment captured from Masala Chai workouts. MFL-ABG’s first music band. So much love to these amazing peeps.

Stop and Look Up!

The weather is turning cold here, and a few days back we had storms in our part of the world. It’s passed now, but did leave a catastrophe behind. I have, however, always believed in looking for the silver lining. So the good thing about this week is that it is wet. Mornings are glorious, magic literally. Drizzles, gushes of showers sometimes,  lit with sunlight at one end and dark clouds on the other.

Once in a while, we do get to witness heavenly magic too. All one has to do is to stop and look up. Yeah, I am talking about RAINBOWS. Play of lights in sky, which I am too fascinated about. May be ‘he’ just wanted us to see how spectacularly he can split white light into seven beautiful colors merging and fading in heavens, to feast our eyes.

I was so lucky to see one this morning. I was literally spellbound when I got to look up at sky from my car window and saw a double rainbow.

“Should I just stop the car and try a click ? Nah I won’t make it! Where will I park? I mean look at it, a complete arch. Spectacular! Not just one, see there… another one emerging. God, I must stop and click.”

I did stop, got out of the car,  positioned myself with my mobile camera to possibly try a panorama shot. A few drops of water from heaven wet my phone, and I could see the the arches glowing at its best. Vibrant split and radiant… double rainbow. I could see all the seven colors distinctively. Got a couple panorama shots and as I was clicking, a few big gushes of rain came down pouring and the rainbows just faded away. Such a beautiful phenomenon! Rays of sun, water droplets, dark clouds and a little play of colors in sky.

I can’t possibly articulate the satisfaction I had that I captured the magic. Not as much in my gadget, but in my mind. So much better there! Sometimes one has to just stop, and watch.

The Rainbow
By Christina Rossetti

Boats sail on the rivers,
And ships sail on the seas;
But clouds that sail across the sky
Are prettier far than these.

There are bridges on the rivers,
As pretty as you please;
But the bow that bridges heaven,
And overtops the trees,
And builds a road from earth to sky,
Is prettier far than these.

Here’s my click. Come on, feast your soul now!

Double Rainbow, Bentley, Perth, Western Australia – 27/05/2020 – 0744 hrs

Continuance

It’s winter again,

Clad in wool,

I smelt in the afternoon sun,

Enduring these blues,

Is not much a bother.

Lull, my love is for sun,

No you canna win!

The good thing about winter,

Is that you can plant for the spring.

Look how hope doesn’t wither,

There’s always something.

Something to look out for,

Something to do.

So, I sowed a few seeds,

Some Chrysanthemums and Anemones,

Dahlias and Daffodils.

They said five centimetres deep,

Five centimetres apart,

Played with the soil and

Put some in pots and the rest in the plot.

Now, watering them each day,

Smiling at them, singing and talking,

and waving the ‘hey’.

Whispering to them,

“you must grow and flourish,

hang in there, I shall nourish”.

I will know it’s spring again,

when you flower in abundance.

Look how hope doesn’t wither,

There’s always continuance.

Some Chrysanthemums and Anemones,

Dahlias and Daffodils.

Photo by Bud Jenkins on Pexels.com

Beauty of a Woman

Came across this beautiful poem. Couldn’t resist…had to post!

I am so proud to be a woman. Such a marvelous creation of God. Hey, is beauty of a woman defined with what she wears and how much her clothes cost? Is it to do with the make up brands and the length of her skirt?

Really, does that define you…women?

The Beauty Of A Woman

The beauty of a woman Is not in the clothes she wears,
The figure that she carries, Or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, 
But true beauty in a woman Is reflected in her soul.

It is the caring that she lovingly gives, 
The passion that she shows, 
And the beauty of a woman
With passing years only grows.

Author: Audrey Hepburn

The Winter’s Blue

The winter’s blue
Is not my shade.
This depressing hue
It’s chilling edges
Is not my game.

I’m torn between weathers
Feel like a bird with no feathers
The cold is gettin to my bones
with it’s sharp edged sword.
Send me your Sun, oh merciful Lord
Let his rays shine, on my broken soul.

I’m waiting for the gold, the orange, the red
Each moment, each minute, each day is a tread
I know I will bask, but the road is hell
I know I will be kissed, he will break the spell.

There is hope, the hope is all I have
To take me through this one sided brawl
The memories of which I never wanna recall.

I will know when he is near
coz there will be no fear
and the hiding will shed their gear.
It will be green and purple abound
The shades will change, the dark will disappear
There will be love, his love around.

#poetry #weather #blue

Fan Girl

So the other eve, inspired by one of my STAR’s tweet I penned a few lines down. Raw feelings are always the best. I wonder if my star will ever read it but here it goes down safe in my blog-page 🙂 and yeah the inspiration remains… that I own forever!

Nights and truth!

There is something about the darkness.

It is amusing to note that people are the most true to themselves not in the shine of daylight but in the darkness of night. Lust, vengeance, fear, all these emotions have same color… dark! It must be that the energy in the day light that purifies most of the night’s sins. Otherwise, world would have sunk in it.

Contradictions if you noticed, people are true to themselves in dark hours. Truth is hence black, not white!

New found love QUOTE #004

Winter afternoons… as warm as getting tongue kissed by new-found lover.

Music and Ecstasy

I have not clearly understood why certain kind of music lifts us to ecstasy. I mean I love songs for its lyrics more than the music itself…again lyrics with a slow soulful tune is what gives me a high.  It can save me from a bad day, lift my spirit, get me into a state which possibly only my lover can take me to. Again I have my language preference, possibly because I am a lyrics person, but holistically, it’s the composition which tranquilizes me. My search took me a webpage finally, and I found a book which I think it will have answers to my questions. It is called Music, The Brain, And Ecstasy: How Music Captures Our Imagination written by Robert Jourdain.

For those in similar quest, here is the prelude to what’s inside (courtesy Amazon)…

What makes a distant oboe’s wail beautiful? Why do some kinds of music lift us to ecstasy, but not others? How can music make sense to an ear and brain evolved for detecting the approaching lion or tracking the unsuspecting gazelle? Lyrically interweaving discoveries from science, psychology, music theory, paleontology, and philosophy, Robert Jourdian brilliantly examines why music speaks to us in ways that words cannot, and why we form such powerful connections to it. In clear, understandable language, Jourdian expertly guides the reader through a continuum of musical experience: sound, tone, melody, harmony, rhythm, composition, performance, listening, understanding–and finally to ecstasy. Along the way, a fascinating cast of characters brings Jourdian’s narrative to vivid life: “idiots savants” who absorb whole pieces on a single hearing, composers who hallucinate entire compositions, a psychic who claims to take dictation from long-dead composers, and victims of brain damage who can move only when they hear music. Here is a book that will entertain, inform, and stimulate everyone who loves music–and make them think about their favorite song in startling new ways. What makes a distant oboes wail beautiful? Why do some kinds of music lift us to ecstasy, but not others? How can music make sense to an ear and brain evolved for detecting the approaching lion or tracking the unsuspecting gazelle? Lyrically interweaving discoveries from science, psychology, music theory, paleontology, and philosophy, Robert Jourdian brilliantly examines why music speaks to us in ways that words cannot, and why we form such powerful connections to it.

In clear, understandable language, Jourdian expertly guides the reader through a continuum of musical experience: sound, tone, melody, harmony, rhythm, composition, performance, listening, understanding–and finally to ecstasy. Along the way, a fascinating cast of characters brings Jourdians narrative to vivid life: idiots savants who absorb whole pieces on a single hearing, composers who hallucinate entire compositions, a psychic who claims to take dictation from long-dead composers, and victims of brain damage who can move only when they hear music. Here is a book that will entertain, inform, and stimulate everyone who loves music–and make them think about their favorite song in startling new ways.

I am so thankful to the lyricists, music composers and singers and sometimes bless them with all my heart. Can’t imagine my world without them…

“Blessed are the weird people–poets, misfits, writers, mystics…painters & troubadours–for they teach us to see the world through different eyes.”Jacob Nordby

Enchant

Why is a book store still so enchanting for a person like me who has a turned a non-reader a decade back? I can spend a whole day in here gaping at them…and strolling in circles!