Recorded 11/27/2010 with the Zoom Q3HD
Music and Lyrics: Dhruv Bhate (c) 2009
Born into a playground, isolated island
Living in a tea-cup, insulated by tin,
Tearing down the ceiling, with a hammer and a knife
People called him crazy, all he did was nothing
Drank his milk daily, threw it up while flying
In a crowded airplane, on a lady in deep sleep
He has a voice, but nobody listens, when he speaks,
When he loses his words, what will he seek?
Born into a playground, isolated island
Living in a tea-cup, insulated by tin,
Tearing down the ceiling, with a hammer and a knife
People called him crazy, all he did was nothing
Drank his milk daily, threw it up while flying
In a crowded airplane, on a lady in deep sleep
He has a voice, but nobody listens, when he speaks,
When he loses his words, what will he seek?
In verses and visions, and revelations, we all believe,
Then who's to stop him, from believing, from deceiving -
till his Maker gives him back, his voice.
Stupid bloody sunshine, takes the night away,
And when it is raining, it is only gray,
For he who has no color, sees light only when he prays.
He has a voice, but nobody listens when he speaks,
When he loses his words, what will he seek?
In sinners and saints, and holy paints, we all believe,
Then who's to stop him, from believing, from deceiving -
till his Maker gives him back, his song.
Then who's to stop him, from believing, from deceiving -
till his Maker gives him back, his voice.
Stupid bloody sunshine, takes the night away,
And when it is raining, it is only gray,
For he who has no color, sees light only when he prays.
He has a voice, but nobody listens when he speaks,
When he loses his words, what will he seek?
In sinners and saints, and holy paints, we all believe,
Then who's to stop him, from believing, from deceiving -
till his Maker gives him back, his song.
This thing called religion, man it's killing me,
And I am no believer, with nothing to seek,
But love and truth and wisdom, is all that I need to be free.
It's all that you need to be free,
It's all that we need to be free. Yeah.
2 comments:
hey dhruv... its me Anya..Aniket Bapat.. This song is nice and has a great meaning to it. I dont know how you ppl can think of all this to write??? Its good i liked it.
So hows you? Stay in touch.
Hey Anya! Long time no hear...thanks so much for the feedback. Not sure how/why I wrote this song - I actually wrote it in a plane, hence it starts off with the aircraft reference...
Anyway, thanks for dropping by!
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