ON THE ROAD

I wake up in the morning dazed and all alone,
My soul smiles from the ceiling, it had left me long ago…
And alone I see my face, in this old n crazy place,
I light up a smoke, I run with the time, my mind is in a daze…

Snatches of the night before just comes in through this door,
And the devil and the God got nothing more, I had to swim to the shore…
Cause I’m walking down the road again, just to see those trodden leaves,
Though it’s dark I can feel the stares, of the huge, menacing trees…

But I’m walking down on that road again,
I don’t know why, I know not how…
I want to feel the burn, I want to taste the ice,
I want to be the fire now…

As I lie down on my bed with the whiskey in my head,
I’m lighting up a smoke, but the fire’s always dead…
And I want to break the chains that bind me to the bottom of the sea
And fly like the wind, and feel like the sun, and I will be free…

I can somehow see my life beneath a mountain of disguise,
And the soul and the heart, lighting up a fire beneath the open skies…
And you can see from where you’re standing now that the world has changed a lot,
Love can be sold, love can be bought, even the mighty Lord is shot…

And I’m walking down on that road again,
I don’t know why, I know not how,
I’m walking back, back to the rain,
I don’t know why, I know not how,
I want to feel the burn, I want to taste the ice,
I wan to be the fire now…

I’m walking down…I’m walking down…

- Sid.

Dreamin Highways…


Yeah I had a pretty bad day,
I had a pretty bad day, I traveled a long way,
I had a pretty bad day…

And I feel the blues,
They kiss my soul, and they know no rules,
Yeah I feel the blues…

Mm, I bought me a beer,
A beer to cheer, ‘cause I got nothin’ to fear,
Eh I bought me a beer…

Silent nights and walks in the rain,
All night stars, and a bottle of pain,
Baby, you know the answer, so lets not ask why,
Dreamin’ highways, and a pinch of rain…

Yeah I got nothing to say,
I got nothing to say, I got no more to fake,
I got nothing more to say…

Yeah I feel so high and dry,
I feel so high and dry, you got no more to cry,
I feel so high and dry…

And I’m sitting in a pub, alone…
I’m sitting all alone, just drinking till its gone,
Yeah, I’m sitting all alone…

You know baby, where we went wrong,
No more than a moment, no more a song,
Yeah we drank our life away, all night long,
Screamin’ seas, and the weather so down…

Yeah, I had a pretty bad day,
And a pretty bad day, yeah, a very long way,
I had a pretty bad day…

- Sid.

Friday Night.

Its hard for everyone lying bruised and burnt,
And they never know why they had to face the wrath of this world,
In the golden years when life was still a tale,
When the wind was sweet, the grass so green and the sun was not so pale...

I feel I’m falling in the shallow end of the deepest blue sea,
I feel the silence engulfing me and this was never to be...
I’m the one you shot last Friday night,
And now I’m back today for one last chance to see...the light...

Flying away to the lands of distant hope,
When shadows speak their deepest fears, what their hearts already know,
Walking down the road of washed-up sins,
When the bugle sounds, the trumpets blow and the death charge begins...

I feel I’m falling in the shallow end of the deepest blue sea,
I feel the waves engulfing me and this was never to be...
I’m the one you shot last Friday night,
And now I’m back today for one more chance to see...the light...

Siddhartha.

OF LOVE AND THE SQUIRREL-

for the endless cups of canteen chai

and your lovely smile,

for the innumerable “thik hai thik hai”s

and the cute “haidi kidi”s,

for the countless suttas

and the smoky evenings,

for the “orginaal” pumas

and your really hot socks,

for the dreamy plans of Paris

and the locks of hair on your face,

for the cheesy hindi dialogues

and the “tujko mirchi lagi toh”s

for the soft hands and beautiful eyes,

for you...

had it not been for you honey, i wouldn’t have ever known what it really means to be in love...had it not been for your warmth, my life would have been forever cold...

it means the world to me and more to say I love you...time and time again, for each day with each passing moment, I love you more, more and even more...

“the book of love has music in it,

In fact that’s where music comes from,

Some of its just transcedental, some of its just really dumb,

But I love it when you sing to me,

And you...you can sing anything...”

-Sid.

of love and terror...

MAKE IT NEVER...

This morning I wrote a song,

About a wind and the moments gone,

You know it’s dark, you know it’s blind,

When man shoots to watch another man die...

Oh Lord, how many more, how many more

Before i can say its over...

How many more before too many of us have gone...

Sipping on a coffee with curtains drawn,

When they shot at you from the tennis lawn,

You can cry, you can scream,

Before you know the end of a dream...

Lost in the wild, the wild of men,

A world full of blood, deaths, insane...

We get a couple of moments, or maybe one

To just realise what we have done...

‘cause we are what we turn out to be,

Lost in the wild, the wild of sea...

A moment of love, a moment grand,

Can take us down to the special land,

Take me down there, just down

Where everything’s fine...

Oh lord, how many of us, how many of us,

Before I can say its really over...

How many of us before too many of us have gone...

This is about the Mumbai Attacks...sad..horrible. Even though I never lit a candle for you, or attended a service, I love you guys and admire you to the core...

May you live forever...

- Sid.

SMALL-TALK.

You know you’re something like a vague puzzle
When you’re drinking wine,
I just don’t know how to talk to you ,
Sometimes in the night,
Sleeping between a memory and a dream,
I see you, down and under and a gleam...
But i know memories are good...
They’re good yeah...if you don’t deal with the past, baby...

So lets just roll down, together in each other,
Lets just roll down, together forever...
Cause baby, you mean the world to me,
The world, yeah...with rains of vengeance,
Lets just roll down, together forever...

You know where this takes me today, early morning,
And your hands seemed so good yesterday,
When you poured me the glass of poison...
The way you talk, it makes me sit and wonder,
If we’re there still, it makes me sit and wonder
If at all, we were ever there-
And the questions, the answers, the hatred...
I can’t take it all...no...nomore...
Wherever you go, just leave your address,
I don’t want to seek you out,
You make up my world...
My world yeah...filled with poison...

So lets just roll down, together in each other,
Lets just roll down, together forever,
Lets just roll down, all the way,
Where we dare...
Lets just hide...yeah hide...from the sunshine...

- Sid.

Dreams Inc.


I walk past the ninth stone when the world sleeps with whores,

Enchanting are the lights, when the dead marries a tomb,

I kiss the dark and the groping pills, when vision is lost in the haze,

Rising from the ethereal blues the night sinks in shame...

You lie in your bed with cigarettes and love, stuck in a misty storm

When your soul dangles from the roof of life, and strokes your lost pride...

I smile again inside the burnt cage, with a little spilt rum,

When I find you staring back at me through the tilted and glossy mirror,

You clutch the silence, you keep the vows, over a quick and painless push,

It was six in the morning and the bed was cold, when breakfast and death was served...

On a stingy night, you had felt the moon, and brought the glaciers down,

You played the music, you swam the seas, the day the seas were dry...



So I'm on the road holding hands with killers, and trying to light a fire,

Or I walk the greater lengths beyond the purple sky where enchanting are the lights...


- Siddhartha.