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Friday, April 28, 2006

Bengali Songs

Singer Suman (Chatterjee/Kobir) was a fresh air in early '90s in urban Bengal. Here are two translations of his lyrics (translator - Sudipto Chatterjee).


Where Morning, at the cross roads,
Via Afternoon, into Evening corrodes--
Where City, just across a by-lane at the border,
Assumes the evening suburban order--
Where Evening, in search of Nocturne
Upon Chronos' prod, decides to sojourn--
Where the Stars, at the sky's borderline,
Turn into a silent harmony unconfined--
Where Sky, in an envelope of watery Cloud,
Sends you a letter with Rain's shroud--
In the flood of your tears, where Rain
Tells stories of someone else's pain--

That's where on my own
I shall meet with you alone.


Familiar sorrow, familiar happiness
That all too familiar smiling face
Familiar dark and familiar light.
Familiar grounds, your familiar block
On a familiar road the door you knock
Familiar cries in a familiar night.
Familiar lips and familiar eyes
Familiar groups of neighborhood boys
The familiar gang where the roads meet.
Familiar roads in smithereens
Familiar houses, familiar greens
The familiar jungle made of concrete.
Familiar buses, familiar circuits
Familiar bread, familiar biscuits.
The all too familiar tea-glasses.
Familiar cigarettes that you puff
Walks down a familiar turf
Familiar images--dream-corpses.
Familiar anger, familiar rages
All too familiar vengeful revenges
Familiar knife and vindication.
Familiar disdain, abomination
Familiar shame--this our nation
Familiar fears, unknown reconciliation.

Song of the day - the Immigrant (Nitin Sawhney)

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Light n Soul

Just when the sun shelves in the shack for the evening snack I come out of my tiny hostel room to the veranda with a cup of warm tea. Consecutive rooms marching the corridors, one by one blue light shines on in a marching order from the top ventilator, every evening, same pattern of a time series. The fluorescents shine with same colors but recount different stories. Light narrates about us and them. Different faces in the rooms, million stories to be shared and not to. A fascinating amalgam of resemblance and contrasts.

So many things happened since those best freshman days, so many shores and coasts visited in all aspects of learning and distrusts. We really hate to learn to be still.

This shining nostalgic trip reminds me of the song Soulshine of Gov’t Mule. I was searching for any live rendition (chiefly with slide guru Derek Trucks) but this studio version is also very pleasant. Shine on with Warren Haynes.

Let your soul shine
It’s better than sunshine
It’s better than moonshine
Damn sure better than rain...

Monday, April 24, 2006

Steel Time

Saw Robert Randolph with his family band on last Saturday. Robert was in his typical jolly mood, wearing a Mets T-shirt and occasionally jumping on the chair and doing the pedal job. The routine versions of billy jean or good times, bad times were really very very Jammy :)

Listen to Randolph’s rendition of Billy Jean (02/21/2004), time for a pair of bellbottoms and a moon-walk!

Saturday, April 22, 2006

River of Sound

PFM (or Premiata Forneria Marconi) was a leading progressive outfit from Italy, of the early ‘70s. You might like the sound of PFM if you love Gentle Giant or ELP. Anyway they have a signature sound and I love it.

Here, PFM is doing River of Life from the album Photos of Ghosts. I heard this album is actually an english version dubbed from an earlier Italian offer. Overall I enjoy the whole album, if anyone interested I can link all the songs. Enjoy!

Monday, April 17, 2006

Days Between...

There were days
and there were days
and there were days between
Summer flies and August dies
the world grows dark and mean
Comes the shimmer of the moon
on black infested trees
the singing man is at his song
the holy on their knees
the reckless are out wrecking
the timid plead their pleas
No one knows much more of this
than anyone can see anyone can see

There were days
and there were days
and there were days besides
when phantom ships with phantom sails
set to sea on phantom tides
Comes the lightning of the sun
on bright unfocused eyes
the blue of yet another day
a springtime wet with sighs
a hopeful candle lingers
in the land of lullabies
where headless horsemen vanish
with wild and lonely cries lonely cries

There were days
and there were days
and there were days I know
when all we ever wanted
was to learn and love and grow
Once we grew into our shoes
we told them where to go
walked halfway around the world
on promise of the glow
stood upon a mountain top
walked barefoot in the snow
gave the best we had to give
how much we'll never know we'll never know

There were days
and there were days
and there were days between
polished like a golden bowl
the finest ever seen
Hearts of Summer held in trust
still tender, young and green
left on shelves collecting dust
not knowing what they mean
valentines of flesh and blood
as soft as velveteen
hoping love would not forsake
the days that lie between lie between…

In the time of detest and dejection there are few moments which give you a healing power to strive for tomorrow. Just close your eyes and feel Jerry singing in his later days, a melancholic sad voice murmuring this song…
Whenever I listen to any version, something flows in my vein....

We miss you so much today…
But will be forever grateful…

Show Detail -
Date: August 22nd, 1993 Venue: Autzen Stadium, U. of Oregon

Sunday, April 16, 2006

Getting dark, to dark to see

A long hiatus from blogging without any consequential reasons..but...
sometimes life is so so short of words....
that nothing to murmur, just sleep walking back and surfing..

A happy new year to all my dear blog-heads & their families..keep dry and smile a lot :).

song of the sunday - JGB doing a "when I paint my masterpiece" (from Garcia plays Dylan).

Friday, April 07, 2006


Old dirt road, knee deep snow
Watching the fire as we grow old
Old dirt road rambling rose
Watching the fire as we grow well I'm sold....

Here is the song. (Leslie Feist, album - Let it Die)

Tuesday, April 04, 2006


World is shrinking
time too
leaving me behind

watching sunset
counting quarters

infinite dreams
leaving behind

Today's Song - Coma (Azam Ali, Serj Tankian and Buckethead)

Saturday, April 01, 2006

Action Speaks Louder

Seems dead spirits and trips are everywhere :). So here it goes,

An absolute gem of a Hard to Handle. (08/06/1971 - hollywood Palladium)

Long ago, before the Black Crowes....this is the REAL thing!