Sunday, January 10, 2010

Orphaned Lyric

Hi Guys, after the "tremendous" response to my earlier post, I got the motivation to write another one.

                  This work of mine is something which didn't find the light of the day as some of my earlier ones. Now I need to tell you all a brief history about it. After I joined Engg, I had become quite a loner a la depressing phase you can say. It is in my 2nd year of Engg that I got in contact with these guys calling themselves "Third Reich" - A metallic band based somewhere in the western suburbs and i need to thank MySpace for this!

                  The Band had 5 members - Gavin S, Arvind J, Sam F, Abu B, Shreyas S. During one of the interaction, they got to know of my creative skills, though I had juz copied the lyrics of Aerosmith. Honestly, I didin't explore that aspect of mine ever before (creative and not a plagiarist). Later on i started doin the real stuff for them, dark themed songs. But then I was not the only one they depended on. There was a gal named Juanito also known to them. This is the last song kinda rap that I wrote for them but unfortunately due to some internal strifes or ego problems they called it a day as a band. It is just a part of the song they were supposed to compose.

                 "All characters and events in this blog - even those based on real life are fictional and co-incidents. The blog may contain coarse language and due to it's content should not be viewed by anyone."

Juz take it as a satire.

This is in fond memory of the band and here we go.......

Everybody sounds so,

for a shit.

Probably they are,

the very Hypocrites.

Goin on to write,

the large Reams.

so as to destroy,

ma huge Realms.

Well comes the M*@#$^#,

who puts in the hat,

Only to lose,

like a Big Man Fat.

I guess He doesn't,

what the Nations facing.

He is there only,

to fill His Casing.

Don't expect to be ruled,

by those Knickers.

They are simply,

a Replica of Beggars.

What the shit or hell,

is there in the Red-House?

Where law is in the hands,

of a f#@$% mouse.

Long Live the Democracy,

if You can't save the fair.

If the Killer is dealt,

with a lot of Fanfare.

Whoever sheds

the Blood of a Man,

His Blood will be shed

by his Own Clan.

We'll be back,

We'll be back,

When the goin gets wrong,

to Clench and Twist

and bell the Iron Gong.

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