tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119248492011-07-07T16:34:26.292-07:00Sacred rantings, speech, poyums and lyrics dump.YetzerHarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146920634892833003noreply@blogger.comBlogger301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11924849.post-12560485307096687112010-02-10T12:44:00.000-08:002010-02-10T13:47:33.477-08:00

Hey lonelinessYou're on my street againI thought I lost youbut you're my best friendI can flyLeave you behindHave you beg and pleadNot blink an eyeI can turn my backBut every time I close eyesI think of youAnd you're by my sideJust wanted to sayThanks for coming by the other dayYou always make the timeTo check if I am fine

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Once upon a time in a distant land, there was a kitchen that made the best potato soup in the world. People traveled far and wide just to sip, to taste, to swallow what they called the ‘soup of the gods’. Tucked in a small room, almost hidden from the rest of the cooks were six men who peeled the potatoes. These were not just ordinary men, not just ordinary potato peelers, but the greatest and

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When it rains and the sun doesn't shineWould you see the lightWhen darkness falls, Do you hear their criesSometimesYou feel so insecureSometimesThe light don't shine on youSometimesYou just need to hold a handSometimesAll you need is a... Silent strangerTo let in the lightWith no eyes, to see the pain insideAnd no ears, to hear your criesDid you ever look under your bed?Did you ever consider that

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Hang on my baby, don't you cryRemember how we used to lieTalking 'bout you and me and days gone byTalking 'bout all our years down the lineNow you're my drama queen by dayAnd my porn queen by nightYou're just someone I used to knowForgotten yourself become someone elseSo AmyI give you what was always yours I give you wingsClimb the mountains, cross the oceans Live like you've never lived

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I could follow you if you want me toI know your style and it's worth the whileAnd I can feel your eyes draw me closeYour daddy's up sleeping and the gun is locked belowDying to know what you've planned for tomorrowSince I met you, everyday has been brand newIf the floor don't creak we might just make it to the kitchenGet out the whipped cream and do some cooking of our ownYesterday you had me

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My little crappy lyric dump/blog has crossed the 1/2/3 comment mark !!! As of now we are at 8 (ok, some of them are mine too)Thank you Sexy Sou, Traumatic, Autogato, OdieFor Sou, who started this beautiful ruckus, I am your humble slave for a day.Now, how would you like your cream, whipped or spanked... grrr.

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Funny how, it’s on a perfect day that I find myself missing you the mostAnd it’s not the lack of perfect women, of that there’re manyAnd it’s not the lack of perfect days, still counting byIt’s just, the lack of you that makes me wish that I could forgetOpen the door, you fall into my arms and your skin is like my second skin that it hurts when its gone cause I let you go when the times were low

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Stay a little while, it's easier to fall than risePick up the pieces left behindMisunderstood, by the way you walked awayDidn't know you felt the sameBut nowI know you Like I know myselfSleeping at night with your eyes open wideIt's been harder for you, than I thoughtI know other guys have walk this way many times beforeYou're wondering if I'll stay or goAnd nowI love youLike I love myselfYour

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Darkened clouds line my skyYonder horizon lies my pieWorking so hard every nightWalking these tracks that never joinand I still smile on a cloudy daycause you're my Silver lineTaking my foot out of my mouthFinds it way back somehowTrying to get everything rightBut getting out of bed is such a fightand I don't thirst on a summer daycause you're mySweet moonshineHold my hand lets go for a

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Young man with a sad sad smileHis hands are his legs and his legs he handed overFighting for a pride that's not his ownAnother day or time, he'd still be wholeOld mama wrinkled to the boneNo mother should have to bury her ownShe prays all day, Lord take me insteadAnother day or time, it'd all be wellGo to sleep my babyDaddy could have tucked you in bed But he has to go kill his brother

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As I was cleaning thro' the blackened darkness of my mother's wombThe interiors of which for some resemble a tombI found an apple and my father's combFor I had inherited the malediction 'Coz though I had a combI waz baldBut my jewels overshadowed my hairless assetsAnd thro' my hairless nostrils I saw a dark tunnelFelt crushed as I was pushed thro' the funnelAnd stillI prefer coffee crush to

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People for the Ethical Treatment Of Dead AnimalsDeath can only be justified by great cookingPlease never kill an animal more than once.

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Dear IronmanI'm glad you enjoyed reading the article I mailed you as much as I enjoyed watching you in action. This is strictly a clinical observation in regard to your performance. I am still not taking sides. It's like asking a newborn-orphaned baby to decide which foster parent it would like to shoot. The infant doesn't know both of them well enough and doesn't really care. I hope you can

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Dear teacherHave you heard yourself latelyso pleased are youat having covered everythingyet you've taught nothing.I can only pray that somedayI don't have to live the monotony of your lifeand my students spare me the above.

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Bla Bla Bla , Beepin' Beep beep !Undefined voices, trying to reach outIn a hell of their ownas I watchhalf amused, half tiredThe effort is futileas they try to escape fromthemselves

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You are not doing anyone a favorby whispering instead of talkingIts like me asking you to be gratefulwhen i tickle your sphincter with afeather instead of conducting a PRwhile you read the newsLet's see you remember the headlines in either case

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“Men have called me mad,” wrote the 19th century poet Edgar Allen Poe, “but the question is not yet settled whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence – whether all that is profound – does not spring from disease of thought, from moods of mind exalted at the expenses of the general intellect.”Back to my manic phase.

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though in gardens of sweat and toilthere's gain for somei'll bring to the stagnant wateryour mucous and membraneslittle handsandlittle feetlike I promisedwill never grow oldever

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from insecure chump to confident actor he fooled all of us while he fooled himself and stunned us when he stopped

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don't know the guest who is talkingin the living roomshe sounds so lively and naivereliving her exciting village lifenow a caged city wife.

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Honey, don't you cryWe'll find a way, to get byWithout you, by my sideI'd rather dieWith six strings, fingers and my thumbwe'll get 'nuf pennies for rum n get highI say hey! the morning lightJust enough time for one last surpriseI work hard thru the daymake extra money for candles and wineFor now, turn out the lightslay by your side andhold you tightHoney, hang up the phoneTell your friend to

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My toothbrush, keeps me smilingMy soap, keeps me clean and freshSo that I may beWhen you come to see meWhen you you say thatYou'll love me forever and thatI'm the only oneThats what you told all your other loversI ain't giving you another chance nowI know you'd like it if I hung you from the ceilingspanked you till you're bleedingI know you'd like it, if I shared you with the neighboursthe

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Willy! he went to collegeHe wasn't smart but he worked hardSat in the first row wore big glassesBut Willy, he had no friendsWilly was nobodyWilly! was comin' back from schoolSaw a girl, she was drownin'Jumped in, he saved herNow everybody loved willyWilly was a heroWilly! he lost his knickersHe searched high, he searched lowNow heros wear knickers on the outsideSo Willy was a hero no moreWilly

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held lives in your handbehind you, where ever you may goif you lead, we'll followonly if you leadno more promises and liesits time you stepped asideno more hate across the linesyour sorry sight won't wipethe tears from our eyes.thought you stood apartlet us downwonder where your road leads nowits too latewe're past your gate

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in your time you fought for our rightsnow we're fighting amongst ourselveslife has taught our children welllove, brotherhood and gujarat's hellhey mahatma, can you hear meturning in your grave, a solumn sighmen in short pants cleaned up your childrenliving in times of programmed mindsthe light you shown on all has still not reachedthe drill masters and their brain washed armyif, in time, they'll

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morrison, you know the words finally did come out righttouched every woman deep insideyou put a trump card in my pocketfor a rainy nighthey bob, it don't matter if you couldn't sing rightall the stories 'bout you, truth or lieyou're the meanest bastardi ever likedlord i sing thru the nightwith dreams of reaching far and wideliving in the shadows of the legendslegends of my timemorrison, your band

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Project 2 : Organize Your Speech Imagine a mushroom in a pan as it is tossed about and left to simmer. It first gets coated with a thick layer of oil which then gets soaked in. With time it looses its vital juices, flavor, vitamins and minerals. What is left is a shriveled up, dehydrated mushroom in a gravy, that has drained it of its individuality, a scapegoat for the worst of human sins –

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One can never tell just exactly how one has had an impact on someone or inspired another to develop the best within themselves. We never ever had a dearth of people to look up to at John's and I'm sure all of us still have a soft corner for specific people who have made a difference in our lives. Just as much as this is true there are also people who look up to you! Yes you! You who topped

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This post was meant to be a comment to my friend Lalit's post called 'Can I heal you in English?'. I wrote so much that I finally decided to start and post it on my own blog. Check out his blog entry first then read on. http://lalitnarayan.blogspot.com/2005/03/can-i-heal-you-in-english.html ===========================================================================Hey Lalit ! I'm one of

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Project 1: The Ice Breaker What’s in a name? Apparently a lot, if one has been called ‘magic fingers’, ‘eagle eye’, ‘silent buddha’, ‘accident prone’, ‘twice lucky’ and the ‘sarcastic nerd from hell’! I was born in a village called Puttur an hours drive from Mangalore, where I failed miserably at my first attempt at a normal delivery. Hours later I surfaced following a caesarean operation. My

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