Falling out of Line boy you’re running out of time turn around
Preying on yourself are you, as visions of your life fall apart

Cold
So Cold

Falling out of Line boy you’re running out of time turn around
Preying on yourself are you, as visions of your life fall apart

Rusty, fallen mist, decay
Just another wrist to bury
I felt you dissipate
Our Fault you lost the way
Push the fucking needle away
Didnt you bury May the other day?
Its an honour you called me
Lets stand up and you’ll tell me
Whats that up on the edge, show me
What the devil did to me
Left without any evidence
Any relevance to mess with dew.

Mess with dew

Seize the sands in your eyes, you’re looking awake now, weak now
Seize the sands in your eyes, you’re looking awake now, weak now
Seize the sands in your eyes, you’re looking awake.

She was sitting in, in the corner of your periphery
As repeatedly short for words
She is suffering on your throne
I envision, I wilt
I try to feed the words straight into her heart
But you make it so hard

You made me need a wand
You maybe need to work it out
Maybe you didnt want her without her crown
You mainly didnt want her, you mainly didnt want her

For the wars we’ve lost
Promises and minutes spent discovering
That this could never work
Whats the difference between now and then?
Moving on to the other
The same shallow inference can begin

Never give up yourself, free till the end
Self destruction and I’m in a dilemma whether
Prison tonight or will the prism divide
Subtle, dishonest with a license to go mad

Who’s standing in line
Years gone bending down

Why’d you look so pretty next to me?
Flickering in this city west of me
Swing sets and a fitting recipe
You bet you look so pretty next to me

Can I get a little optimism surround me?
It’s written in your books,
takes a minute to know me
Can I get a bigger pill to fiddle around with
Can I give a little bit of fuck?

You! Stand in a line
Free the wheels, I’m bearing down

Seeing this carnage all around me
All these lions trying to bring me down
I tried to make a sand dike
Always said I’ll make a sound
But maybe I’ve been disheartened
But what’s the point in trying to go on?

As well as,
What’s the point of a world in this state?
Cowards, they’re folding your hands
Why can’t you resist all this hate?
All this while I’m holding your hand

Wait there’s a town it’s called
A myriad of fallen crowns
They’re eating their salads down

Through all this chaos it’s nice to

See you get out son
Dont turn around now
Flee, you’ll get out son
Dont turn around now
Flee, you’ll get out son
Dont turn around now
Flee, you’ll get out son

Hater friend, what sucked you in?
Do state your will condescending eye
A prison to call home,
learn to be receptive
heed the world tell you why
You think just because you walked into this
revelry means you earned the right to
Break this trust,
you either listen to us or be rendered blind

To save the world is on you
Disdain the wars have laid
He set the worse upon you
You still wont obey the sane
To spread the will is on you
These words are all in vain
He set the worse upon you
You still wont obey the sane

What is sane
What is sane
Fought the juggular
I’m just a weirdo

What a saying
What a saying
Fuck the circular
I’m just a weirdo

Gates are closed, the routes appalling,
good thing this god of the lost seems so tolerant
If he’s one to lease ache to the suffering,
innocence withers,
watch your flummery
Well since we made up
this concept of a pure existance,
chaos delusion have plagued us till this day.

What’s up on the roof
Whats there that you’re looking for
Its probably in my reach if I would go for it
What is sin, What is sin
This freedom that you gave to me
Means a lot to me
Theres no reason to be lost in your work

Theres not a price I wouldnt pay to be rid off
This fallacy, that sticks to me, sticks to me
alone and with you

To save the world is on you
Disdain the wars have laid
He set the worse upon you
You still wont obey the sane
To spread the will is on you
These words are all in vain
He set the worse upon you
A Fake Sanctum

Can I get a little optimism surround me
Cutting out this sorry shape of a figurine
Can I find a bit of emotion to drown in
I had it all, had it all
Of all the things, this solitude is whats haunting
So can i get a stone miracle debris to breathe in

Freedom fearing son wait till it cannot even divulge you
In the lead up, today its either win or concede the hunger
Plead assault, do wait a little atleast cede I had a virtue
Gotta get out
Gotta get out
Gotta get out to well

Beyond, separate entities in colour
Black and White discovering Grey
Fear to fail cannot lead to anything
Compromise desire to succeed
Dwell, sit and wait to elevate

Cannot bully the conscience
Under the same pretension
Feel like a sage beholden
To honour the art, to honour it

The wait of this silent monster is suffocating me

Suddenly the air just seems to set in
Judging by the vein that only just remembered how to forget
Quietly the room begins to shiver
Shadowing the pain that only just remembered not to abet

Do you even see the change in setting?
Solemn eyes that feel the need to wander out, just about
Tripping on a stone you keep forgetting
Edges of a story that was faced to be played about half way out
Nevermind the scenes, they’re only fleeting
Solitary highs that are followed by the silence that brings it all down

Were you listening to me?
I’ve been coming here every night
Are you just assuming
I am singing you a lullaby

Were you listening to me?
You’ve been coming here every night
Are you just assuming
I am singing you a lullaby

Steal the show
These eyes are watching you
I need some cortisone
I’ve been trying so hard
Shield the girl
Listening to the crowd
You’re free to go
What are you still doing here?
I’ll tell you now
What’s the price to fame

Raised upon a wild dream, you’re walking in the wrong shoe
Time to rake it up, you’d be missing an event

In a whirl, life has vindicated me
Just a bit of, just a little bit of sin
I’ve been trying,
I’ve been trying living is so hard
You’re a better me

Cornered Wall, sting me and
I will sing you a song
I will you sing you a song
Afraid to stutter,
this fate is something that I’d never
Wish on my worst enemy
But I guess that’s how the dime rolls
It falls on different sides,
on different days

In a whirl, life has vindicated me
Just a little bit of it,
just a little bit of sin
I’ve been trying,
I’ve been trying, living is so hard
You’re a better me
Shoot your cannon
Shoot your selfish set of ways
Suit your selfish set of ways
What’s there left to kill
I’ve been trying, I’ve been trying, evil is so hard
You’re a better me

Gotten weak
God I’ve waited for
So long to see, so long to see
All the finest, finest people
All the finest people say
Life is too short for this charade
Life is too short for this charade

Don’t want to wait up alone
Slow down to measure all the drain
Oblivious to all thats around
It turned out this way who can blame
This so called discretion of mine
Will they ever be so kind as to say
Come sit have a drink with me
Well acknowledgement would be just as fine

Don’t want to wait up can’t you tell the world for me
I’ve been discarded, I’ve been disguised as the
Shadow the size of the tallest erect building
I’ve been discarded, I’ve been disguised as the Code

Slowly I’m coming around
Regardless of what they would say
Articulate, Well dressed and Profound
I turned out this way who’s to blame?

I’m old out now and I’m coming out
You still fall out of control
I’m bold now and I’m coming out into the Code, the code.

Don’t want to wait up can’t you tell the world for me
I’ve been discarded, I’ve been disguised as the
Shadow the size of the tallest erect building
I’ve been discarded, I’ve been disguised as the Code

Lakeerein: The story behind it – Part ll

Lakeerein: The story behind it – Part ll

So here we are. India. The 7th largest country in the world. 2nd biggest population. Yes, we had quite a significant role in the world reaching 6.99 billion (did anything change there? Haven’t read the papers in a while). It’s mesmerizing really, this exhibition of colour and wonder. It’s like every view carries with it a hundred different stories being played out on nameless canvases. Every turn is a photograph waiting to be immortalized in a frame or on a magazine cover. But do we truly appreciate this gift? And if we appreciate it, do we respect it enough?

The word ‘Lakeerein’ literally means ‘Lines’ or Linien in German. If we look at the world objectively, lines define every inch of our existence. From the contours of our faces to the silhouette of trees, everything is a summation of lines. But these are not the lines that the song talks about. In India, we take these lines to the next level. We turn them into boundaries and we thrive on them.

Our society is rigged with division. Nowhere will you observe this incarnation of separation more than in India. We poison in the name of religion. We differentiate in the name of creed. We ridicule in the name of colour. We insist on extravagance and ignore the essential. We pride ourselves on income rather than achievement. Birth rights and the authority to succeed go hand in hand, irrespective of merit. Mediocrity is readily accepted as being part and parcel of the system, a limb of our culture. We are free in theory but in reality we are still slaves to the past.

Not for one second do I claim that these issues and more do not plague other societies. But what hurts one most is what’s closest to home. And as educated, able young Indians we have the power to rid ourselves of these archaic assumptions still holding our society back in the 21st century. I do not expect all of us to become Anna Hazare’s or Bhagat Singh’s. Nor do I expect this song to become the anthem of a young nation. We all have to find our own small way to contribute; I chose mine through this song. We have the power to make a difference. Now we just need to find the will.

Lakeerein: The story behind it - Part I

Lakeerein: The story behind it - Part I

As I prepare to go to India for the 8th time in the last 6 years, for my customary December vacations at home, I am bracing myself for the kaleidoscope of difference that awaits me. The longer I have been in Germany, the more exotic and surreal India has become for me. As a person born and brought up in the ‘system’, I merely questioned it as a teenager. Now as an adult, and in a field that encourages intrigue, I am possessed by it. Possessed by the disorder of this system. Possessed by the image that this chaotic system just cannot work. But it does. Emphatically, in some cases.

 

Why I suddenly feel the urge to discuss this with you all? Recently we were asked the logic behind having 1 song in Hindi ‘Lakeerein’ on our debut album that is otherwise dominated by thought provoking, complex lyrics in English. “What is the point of having a song that most of your fans cannot understand when what you really expect of them is to interrogate the depths of your work”. Ok the original question was in German but for the sake of ‘understanding’, I translated it. I found it interesting that this gentleman thought of music as something that needs to be ‘understood’. In a way he is right.

 

We do tend to use music as a means of judgment; good or bad, intelligent or stupid, cool or not. So many of us are obsessed with what a songwriter is trying to say with his song, that we forget what the song is trying to say to us. Yes, our music does have a message, garnished with strenuously thought out words that laminate the instruments. But this message is an expression, rather than an expectation. A medium to exhaust the cornucopia of thoughts that are always competing for attention in my head. If someone feels the same way when they hear a song of ours, well and good. If not, that’s fine too. It’s what you feel while listening to a song that’s most important. However, since ‘Lakeerein’ involves an obvious language barrier, I will gladly state the reasons that made me pen it. The reasons that made me start this piece the way I did. But I’ll get to the actual song and the meaning behind it a little later, once I am actually faced with the issues it so loudly protests against. Right now I am just envisioning the taste of home.