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Friday, September 24, 2010

Kandisa.....the meaning!

"Kandisa " is a beautiful song by Indian Ocean from their album of the same name. This song is what got me into this band and it still retains the same fresh and wonderful image of me starting out with playing percussion on this song. Somehow Indian Ocean songs age very well. If you have not heard the song, here is it.

Finally i found this blog where i found the complete literal translation of Kandisa. The song/prayer is in Aramaic which is a very old language. The translation is as below.

Kandisa Alahaye Kandisa Esana Aalam Balam Aalam, Amenu Aamen,
kadishat Allaha, kadishat Haylthana, l-'alam 'almin amin.

Holy God, Strong God, I bow to you forever

Sliha Mar Yose, Almaduba Kudisa, Aangen Dhanusa Nehave Dukharana,
Apostle St. Joseph, on your Holy Altar  ---- 

Kandisa Alaha Kandisa Esana Kandisa La Ma Yosa Isaraha Malem 
Kadishat Allaha, Kadishat Haylthana, kadishat la mayutha, ethraham 'layn. 

Holy God, holy strong, Holy, do not die, have mercy on me.

 I knew there were references to Jesus and his apostles in this song, but could not understand any part of the song. Enjoy!

Friday, September 17, 2010

The Beckoning

Wait, wait a moment.
Don't submit to mortal sleep,
not just yet.
Something is afoot.

Melodious notes
in infallible subsequence.
Sky angry and red
ready to throw bolts at the ground.
Upheaval to end the torment.

Feel the hair stand up on ends
tickle of ice run down your spine.
Oh don't give in just yet
something is afoot.

A waft of warm breeze,
in the chill of the night.
A soft voice, calling out
from behind the filament bright.

Do they not beckon you?
Urge enough to get up.
Start walking towards the unknown
Oh don't just end your day as yet.
Something is afoot

Monday, September 13, 2010

Bon Voyage.....

Departures. 2 of them. Never completely painless or harmless. Nevertheless, not without reason.

Valentino Rossi ......

Multi MotoGp champion. Leaves Yamaha after 7 years, heading to the Ducati, to form the Italian dream team. He joined, when he was "disrespected" by Honda, the factory to beat back then. He took the Yamaha M1, a pig of a bike back then and turned it into a winner. Leaving Honda in the dust. Honda still regrets letting him go.

Mike Portnoy .........

Prodigial drummer. Face and percussive talent of the great prog rock band, Dream Theater. Leaves DT after 25 years with the band, having co-founded it with John Petrucci and John Myung. Entered the drummers Hall of Fame at the age of 37, recipient of countless awards and unarguably one of the best drummers in the world. Leaves DT because he feels the band is burning him out and feels better playing with side projects like Hail and Avenged Sevenfold.

Both legends in their own right. Both colourful personalities. Both departing when they are at the top of their game. Both relish challenges. Both infinitely passionate about what they do. Nothing less than 100% works for them. Both know where their heart is.

For me, these guys are heroes. And this sense, of following your heart and giving it all, I will try to inculcate in myself. Till then, here is wishing them the best of luck.......more records waiting for you guys!

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Some good lyrics....good songs too!

A couple of songs, the lyrics of which are very relevant to whats going on with me. My personal mental being aside, two amazing songs with great words. \m/

"Schism" by Tool

I know the pieces fit 'cause I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smoldering. Fundamental differing.
Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
Disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us
We cannot seem to reach an end crippling our communication.

I know the pieces fit 'cause I watched them tumble down
No fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to
Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication

The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it.
Finding beauty in the dissonance.

There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
I've done the math enough to know the dangers of our second
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our

Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion
Between supposed lovers.
I know the pieces fit.

"Tribes of Babel" by Motherjane

We’ve learnt to ignore oceans
Wake up to changing times
To rediscover with innocence
All boundaries are thin lines

Born under our different flags
Wrapped up in belief systems
Pain body, Pride, Psychic bags
Good, Bad, We’re all of them

The tribes of Babel, the angels sent on
With the 1stand 5thnote in every song
To paint graffiti without walls, in the air
Stairways to heaven, for the truly aware

To raise our sights and tear walls down
To tempt us to look within & all around
Facing strangers to find ourselves
Singing out loud, in someone else

We’re the tribes of Babel, the angels sent on
With the 1st& 5thnote, the soul of a song
To paint graffiti without walls, in the air
To celebrate all Earth while we’re still here

Sunday, September 5, 2010

St. Anger

Quick steps
help not today,
to vent the fury
bursting through the veins.

A few creases on the skin
are all that betray.
The anger contained
beneath the skin.

Draining my energy
to keep the surface calm;
tears rising quick
glistening, not flowing.

Today, i will contain
suppress, resist
what will inevitably come
pray, it is not
what i do not want it to be
a Demon.