My Girl Lyrics

It's a love song. 'nough said.

My Girl

I'm-a tell 'bout this girl,
She is my girl,
She makes my world go around.
But little does she know,
She is an angel,
And my faith is earthly bound.

And she listens when I talk,
walks beside me when I walk,
Holds my hand when I'm afraid,
saves me from an early grave.

So I sing for her this song,
Hope she likes it.

Ami tomake bhalo,
bhalo, bashi.*

See her looking up at me,
I look up to her just as much,
And I love every side of her,
not a part of her as such.

And her smile is all it takes,
T'wash away all my mistakes,
Electric eyes they heal my pain,.
Give me strength to walk again.

So I sing for her this song,
Hope she likes it.


Ami tomake bhalo,
bhalo, bashi.*



*Ami tomake bhalo bhalo bashi means I love you in Bengali. Ah, love songs...

Love Lyrics

So this is a song that is really... Philosophical? I don't like using that word. People tend to zone out or go into laugh out loud mode when I use that word. But hell, here's how it goes:


Love


What a Life,
you must have lived
that you would want
to run away,

When everyday's
as dull as a sermon
Bet you won't mind
a voice in your head

And it'll say
Love Love Love.

What a life
you must have seen
to think it obscene
to shed but a tear

Enlightenment
it comes and goes
and nobody knows
that you've seen it all

You have seen
Love Love Love

Part Four: Awake

I just wrote this today. I guess it's an end. probably not a fitting one but an end nonetheless.

Part Four: Awake

I walked through empty streets in the dream. I couldn’t remember where I was going. It had been so many 

years since I had step foot in this realm. Bloodstained walls and floors and skies reminded me of the battle that had driven me away. He was sitting in a square by a fountain. His robe was white again. His sword had disappeared. Music played in the distance.

“We meet again.”

He looked up. A sense of calm washed over both of us.

“We do indeed. How have you been?”

“Lost and yet with purpose. And you?”

“Waiting. Patience is a virtue.”

He had changed. He had lost his divine glow and for a reason I could not recall then, for the first time, I felt like we were equals.

“It’s because you’re a man now. You’ve seen the light in its true glory.”

“Shouldn’t I be left to find the answers myself?”

“You did son. That’s the only way I would have known.”

And I realised right then and there.  That it was all always a part of me.

“It wasn’t evil I saw on your sword that day.”

“Nay. Just difference of opinion.”

“And the others?”

“Sometimes more than just a part of you shall fight for a cause.”

 I sat beside him. And we looked at what remained of the city, for slowly, it fragmented into white nothingness.

“I guess I should go now.”

“It would be apt.”

As I got up to leave, so did the Warrior. We looked at one another. We embraced. And then I was alone.

I opened my eyes today, finally awake. My dream was over. Reality had set in. It was all a part of me. Everything and Nothing was a part of me. I was Everything. I was Nothing. And I smiled. For I too, had become A Warrior of the Light.

The End.

Part Three: A Side


In the dream I walked where a city once stood. It was dawn. I could feel the sun on me. Judging me as I walked to him. The Warrior sat there. His robe stained with evil. His sword was drenched in it.

“How?”

He did not look at me. Something I had grown used to. Not being cared for. Not having anyone want to look to me. Suddenly, I realized where his mind was. I turned. A figure stood in the distance. With a robe of light and skin as white as snow. He carried a sword of fire. An orange blaze licking the outside of it’s hilt, it lay at his waist a sign of who he was. Though who he was was still unknown.

“Cride!”

The Warrior spoke first. He smiled a special smile for the figure. One of brotherhood. Of pure, simple love and not the superficial likings we face and give for so much of our lives.

“Neen. I see the child has joined you. Has prism arrived?”

“Not yet. As for the child, he shall be at a side as soon as they arrive.”

“How many of them?”

“About fifty at the least. They marched with purpose.”

“T’was a scouting party. Nothing more, nothing less.”

A new figure walked towards us. I could not see it’s face though. The sun walked behind it.”

“Prism.”

Cride’s voice gave away who he was. He was a leader. A kind leader. The type we hear of in fairy tales.

“I see you made it before me Cride. You just keep dissolving those flaws don’t you?”

“I try.”

Cride looked much older when he laughed. Too old to be able to walk or talk or lead.

“Prism, we do not have time to talk. We must prepare. They shall arrive soon.”

The Warrior seemed unnaturally tense. It worried me. As Prism neared I realized that she was the woman they spoke of. Though there was nothing to her that I could count as being special. I realized son enough though that it was her simplicity that made her so forgettable. Her sword was in a scabbard that lay across her back. It was a lot wider than any sword I had ever seen.

“Yes. We must prepare. But first, the child must pick his side.”

And just like that, I was far away from where I once stood. I watched on as three Warriors prepared for battle.

Warrior Of The Light: In the midst of friends.

Written a few months after the first in the series...

Part Two: In The Midst Of Friends:

I had a dream today. I was standing at a cliff which once faced a sea. There was music playing…
Soothing my mind and soul. I looked down and saw someone. He was standing there. The Warrior Of Light. He looked much younger now. Much Happier.

“I guess I found my soul” I said as I walked up to him.

“I guess you did.”

His reply was as simple and humble as he was. A rarity of sorts. He was smiling a wonderful smile. One that was of a clean conscious, pure of guilt and greed and pain. They say a clear conscious is gifted only to those who have a bad memory. But the warrior had a memory that was flawless. He remembered things that seemed purposeless. Purpose. I realized why I was there. I reached out to him with my mind. He held on to me tightly as we floated up towards the sky. As we rose I asked him,

“Where?”

“Ask thy Soul.”

I did. For the first time in a period far too long to remember my soul replied. It seemed happy. Happiness. I looked up. I saw clouds. I saw them. I waved and they waved back. As I was about to reach I turned to the Warrior.

“Thank You”

He was gone. I wasn’t disappointed. I smiled. Though I did not see it I know for sure that he smiled. Wherever he was, he smiled. As for my Soul and I, we had reached. I was there. Heaven. Nirvana.

I woke up. They were smiling at me. With smiles as pure as that of the Warrior. I was there. Heaven. Nirvana. I was in the midst of Angels, I was in the midst of Friends.

Warrior Of The Light

Written in the beginning of September, 2001, The Warrior Of The Light was a series of short prose pieces that were both creatively and spiritually satisfying to write. 


Part One: Warrior Of The Light

I Had a dream once. It was about a man in a white robe. He was tall, dark and had a sword at his side.
He spoke to me with a voice so gentle that it made me want to listen even though I was afraid.

He said, “Listen. It’s Time.”

For some reason I got up and started to walk with him. He held my hand tightly. It was dark. We were in the middle of nowhere. Nothing but barren land around us, land that had seen too much pain and suffering to recover. For some reason it was different. It had hope.

“Why?” I asked.

“Ask Thy Soul Child.”

“But I did.”

“And What did it say?”

“It didn’t reply sir.”

I saw a spec into the distance.

“What is it?”

“Your soul”

“What? How could that be? I should have it he-“

I looked at my chest. There was an emptiness where my soul once existed.

“How?”

“How is not the question child. The question is why.”

“Well then why?”

“Sadly” He said. “That’s for me to know and for You to find out.”

“Well then. I guess I better start searching.” I was smiling. For some reason, I still don’t know why.

“Goodbye.” He said.

“Wait! Who Are You?”

“Me? I’m A Warrior Of The Light.”

“Well Then Why Is It Dark Here?”

“So That You May Find Your Soul Child.”

I Smiled. He Smiled. I Went Towards My Soul. He Flew Up Towards The Light.

I never woke up from that dream. I relive it every day. Searching for my soul, waiting for the Warrior to return. I hope he comes soon.

Isha's Song Lyrics

Based on a conversation I had with a friend, Isha's song is going on the EP fo sho. I might add some strings and bass to it though.

Here's the song:

http://soundcloud.com/fatmanrambles/ishas-song-demo

Here are the Lyrics:

And nothing that you want,

is something you can't make,

And with your own two hands,

there's nothing you can't take.

And you can have it all;

A house beside the sea;

A pack of loyal friends;

Happy company.

Chorus:

And won't you smile?

When things are looking grim.

And if you think you'll drown.

I will help you swim.

Things will always change.

People come and go.

Your thoughts will rearrange,

And you won't even know.

But I will always be,

not to far away,

and if you make the call,

I will lead the way.

[Repeat Chorus]