BOAT PEOPLE

Million years now

We’ve been going

Ever moving

Ever flowing

We’ve been rowing

We’ve been rowing

We’ve been rowing

Some for love and

Some from hunger

Some from war

And some from thunder

We’ve been rowing

We’ve been rowing

We’ve been rowing

 

MILLENNIALS

You wore Kohl and

Sandal incense dreams

I played tapes and

Smoked those ancient leaves

We wrote films that

Never saw a frame

We saw world peace

Deep inside a flame

We were young and

We were so naive

You wore Kohl and

Ruby roze quartz dreams

Sa Re Ga Re Pa Re Ga Re Sa

 

WALA

Streaming light to the skies

Red and gold your designs

Would’y you call her?

Your sister? Your sister? Your sister?

Southern hills you defy

Hold the sun in your eye

Wala Oh Wala

Wala Oh Wala

Wala Oh Wala!

 

SMITH STREET

Walk up Smith Street

The ice head is losing it

The football gang’s

Rabid on the 86

The tall young blondes in black

Smoke outside the Tote

And I feel so invisible

And I feel so invincible

The Wurrundjeri man’s

Ashamed of his beggary

I have a smile

But have no coins to give

500 forms and

Not one interview

4 real people came to my latest show

And I feel so invisible

And I feel so invincible

Chaya hun main pardes main

 

SLAVE TRADE

Age of misinformation

And all you see

Slaves of every colour

Serving thee

First divide and conquer

Then you rule

Numbed our brains didn’t you master?

Made us drool

Over entertained and underpaid

Mr Galileo turns in his grave

Love is the drug

(There’s another soul out there)

Cool is the fuel

(There’s another soul out there)

Age of information

And we will see

Minds of every nation

Fighting thee

Knowledge triumphs darkness

Knowledge wins

Knowledge smashes books

And knowledge sins

Superhuman and super aware

Evolution just don’t care

Love is the drug

(There’s another soul out there)

Cool is the fuel

(There’s another soul out there)

 

 

THIRD WORLD WAR  (Lyrics written in 2001)

Split by a splinter

Lit by a flame

Caught by a sinner

Lost and insane

Luckless like a diplomat

Atheist like a priest

Killed like an angel

Blessed like a dog

The beauty of haste

The poetry of waste

Black in the white

Like a peaceful fight

Like a peaceful fight

Like a peaceful fight

 

 

LYN’S LOST PARADISE (Lyrics written by Lyn Gleeson)

I went for a drive

Looking for my lost paradise

And it opened up eyes

I found lots of beautiful spaces

I can feel it in my soul

The rain’s coming

Then the sunshine

My rainbow’s here

Now I face myself

I face myself

I face myself

Where it's my lost paradise?

What am I looking for?

When will I let it happen?

Why am In blind to it all?

Where it's my lost paradise?

What am I looking for?

When will I let it happen?

Why am In blind to it all?

 

 

TABHU’S QUESTION MARKS (Lyrics written by Amitav Misra)

People are question marks

They have no identity

Masquerading around in masks

No one knows anyone in reality

Question marks, aren’t we?

Question marks…

TOXIC CITY

We met in a toxic city

Exchanging poison kisses

We met in a toxic city

Hard on the edges but trembling inside

And I was just a sailor

Drowning in the smog sea

Reading Keats and Shell

On spit soaked buses in a toxic city

We met in a toxic city

In fumes we sighed

in smog we danced

We met in a toxic city

But now we live in a violet jacaranda valley

Surrounded by the deep blue sea

Can we exorcise this toxic city

This toxic city

This toxicity

 

OLD BOMBAY

In the streets of old Bombay

I heard you say

I heard you say

You'd chase my blues away

And waltz through lonesome Saturdays

With your neon matchbox lies

In the bright of your ocean dress

A lantern lights an amethyst

Its a joyful, joyful life

Say the young girls eyes

Say the young girls eyes

Celluloid Colaba dreams

In black and white

Washed away by the cool westerly night breeze

Cloaked in thick cigar smoke

Cloaked in thick cigar smoke

Portside smuggler handshakes

And a dead starlets eye mascara

And a dead starlets eye mascara

And a dead starlets eye mascara

With your neon matchbox lies...

 

 

AGE OF KLI

Age Of Kli

The Lights go out

Age Of Kli

There is no sound

Dances on the dead lingam

Her tongue sticks out

Age Of Kli

The blackness shines

Age Of Kli

The end divine

Those eyes of red

Burn into you

Age Of Kli

Your form burns out

Age Of Kali

There is no doubt

The serpents hiss

And the men scream and shout

Rexxon mobil, Roka Cola, Ree MW, The moon we own her

Age of Kli’s going to bring you down

 

EULOGY

Sunbird sitting on a willow tree

The infant’s crying for the love supreme

The stars are shining beyond us

Their light wouldn’t set us free

The moon’s smiling above us

Her tales we’d never see

The salesmen’s selling his own suicide

The priest is looking for a place to hide

The stars are shining beyond us

Their light wouldn’t set us free

The moon’s smiling above us

Her tales we’d never see

Lets dance to our eulogy

Lets dance to our eulogy

Lets dance to our eulogy

 

OCEAN

Deep within the ocean

Voices seem to call

Deep within the ocean

Something seems to fall

You, I thought I knew you

Wrapped in winter haze

You, I thought I knew you

Silken in embraces

Deep within the ocean

Deep within the ocean

Deep within the ocean

Deep within the ocean

A ghost city does sigh

Deep within the ocean

I hear a lullaby

Deep within the ocean

Deep within the ocean

Deep within the ocean

You, I thought I knew you

Like a secret place

You, I thought I knew you

Like a yellowed page

Deep within the ocean

Deep within the ocean

Deep within the ocean

Hymns of long lost Vedas

Seem to whisper by…

 

USHA

Usha awakes

The goddess of dawn

Usha returns

To light up the morn

Usha’s golden skin illuminates the sky

Usha awakes, the goddess of dawn

Usha Usha Usha Usha Oh Usha

And Ratri

The goddess of the night

Lingers

In the darkness of the sky

In the eyes of the beast

The Vedic fire

Is leaping higher

The Vedic fire

Is leaping higher...

Usha Usha Usha Usha Oh Usha

 

RAJA OF INDRAPRASTHA

This city is a carcass

Of a thousand crowns

Our glory lies buried

Our stories have drowned

Invisible letters they scream

In Ashokan pillars

And in my dreams

Now that I notice

That you’re not around

I’m going to let it out

I’m going to shout

I am the Raja Of Indraprastha

I am the Raja Of Indraprastha

I am the Raja Of Indraprastha

Where is my kingdom?

Where is my crown?

I am the Raja Of Indraprastha

REBIRTH

I have been to other lifetimes

Though the scenes I cannot trace

Old pianos, walks in gardens

Don’t know you but I know your face

I have walked these streets before but

Cities come and cities they burn

The palace shone in diamond splendour

Your four words were death defined

I have scripted all these scenes where I’m

The seer and the seen

Do you see your lives flash by as

Seconds bloom and seconds burn

 

CLIMATE CHANGE MAN

It’s a Tuesday afternoon

He’s deep within the moon

Eyes lit up in silent rage

Lost in his cocoon

Cutouts in his room

Making speeches on the eve of doom

Screeching tales of glacial thirst

Of river whales that die in the mud

Of pesticides and stratospheres

Climate change, change man

What a strange, strange man

Climate change, change man

What a strange, strange man

Between the lama and the road

The drama and the lore

He shadows on a rural street

Chasing a skylark

The sun’s getting dark

Cause the whole world’s burning down

Screeching tales of glacial thirst

Of river whales that die in the mud

Of pesticides and stratospheres

Climate change, change man

What a strange, strange man

Climate change climate change

Climate change, climate change man

Says life’s like a store where people just want more

Of what has bought them to begin with…

 

LOVE

My baby she don’t really watch television

The show she loves to see is life

My baby she don’t ever shop on a Sunday

Knows the beautiful is free

She gives me love, love, sweet love

She gives me love, love, sweet love

My baby she don’t really understand them brandings

Knows that everything is one

My baby’s grooving to the cricket orchestra

Loves designs in the sky

She gives me love, love, sweet love

She gives me love, love, sweet love

My baby she don’t think that saying is believing

Don’t understand them lies

My baby loves the blood of justice

Knows two wrongs don’t make a right

She gives me love, love, sweet love

She gives me love, love, sweet love

The sky is love

Why is love

I’m love

You are love

Love, love, love, Sweet love

 

WAHE GURU

Sometimes there are no roads

Some roads just have no time

Some rhymes are understood

Some lines they circle back

Wahe Guru, Wahe Guru

Dravid hits a six

Dhoni rolls his arm

Sachin loses calm

Bradman faces Warne

Wahe Guru Wahe Guru

You love so much you hate

You run so much you’re still

You hurt so much you laugh

You laugh so much you cry

Wahe Guru, Wahe Guru

Some die to show us life

Some gods may be unkind

Some burn in rhythmic fire

Some beats they'll always breathe

Wahe Guru, Wahe Guru

You love so much you hate

You run so much you're still

You laugh so much you cry

You cry so much you laugh

Wahe Guru, Wahe Guru

 

BOOM BOOM SHIVA

Shiva’s such a lonesome guy

With his house up in the sky

Shiva loves to dress in black

Ash clad with matted hair

Shiva does the yoga too

His apartment’s coloured blue

Boom Boom Shiva bring me down

Boom Boom Shiva bring me down

Shiva plays a drum solo

Dances frantic, breathes real slow

Shiva loves to get real high

Soma helps to make him fly

Shiva loves to run so fast

He’s got no future he's got no past

Boom Boom Shiva bring me down

Shiva roams the streets at night

Breaks the rules and loves a fight

Shiva's been to the cities dens

Where black money numbs your sense

Shiva saw the mushroom sky

Atoms form his next third eye

Boom Boom Shiva

Bring me down

 

WHO

Who says that a piece of paper, gets me what I want?

Who says that a barbed wire fence, tells me what I’m not?

Who says that the seen, heard, spoken is everything there is?

It aint me

It ain't you

Who says some are born to riches, others to rags?

Who says that this profit motive aint just a load of gas?

Who says that we can’t grow food for everyone to eat?

It aint me

It ain't you

Who says what is one and hundred, who says what is none?

Who says that a circle ain't just a square on the run?

Who says that all that’s added isn’t just subtracted?

It aint me

It ain't you

Is it an eye in the sky?

Is it a lullaby?

Is it an open field?

Is it a stock exchange?

Is it an ancient book?

It aint me

 

TAMASIC ELECTRIC TOOLS

Men use

Women consume

Mist in the dune

Dance to my tunes

Might don’t do

Might can’t be cool

Blood without drool

Light is fuel

Tamasic electric tools

Flow with the tide

Don’t erase light

Spacious flight tide

Room without sight

Lying on lies

Sighing in signs

Middle of lines

You’re gonna be fine

Tamasic electric tools

Plastic can flow

It don’t glow

Gold is sown

And the reaper was morose, Joe

Lying on lies

Sighing in signs

Middle of lines

You’re gonna be fine

Tamasic electric tools

 

EYES ON THE RADIO

Everybody’s looking for my eyes on the radio

See the tide rise as the moon starts to flow

I have always known telepathy starts to grow

Do you see me whisper all the sights that you’ve never known?

Everybody's looking for my eyes on the radio

See the golden dawn as the canvas of night unfolds

The lake in the mirror of a sign in a Mughal fort

Glows as the moonlit mystic maiden, she sings alone

Everybody's looking for my eyes on the radio

See the golden dawn as the canvas of light unfolds

The moon was a ship of conversations

Emerald green and silken wondrous flow

And we sail on the river

And we sail

And we sail on the river of bliss…

 

 

NEW DELHI BLUES

I've got the New Delhi Blues and I'm losing my cool

Fifty degrees and I feel like a fool,

9 to 5 I cannot breathe

5 to 9 I'm incomplete

Wear my boots and I kick

The whole damn city makes me sick

Seven years down when I lost my woman

I closed my eyes and she stole my soul

One day I wake up to my ears plugged in

To American trash venting out his rage

Wear my boots and I kick

The whole damn city makes me sick

I've got the New Delhi Blues and I'm losing my cool,

You think that you're honest

They think you're a mule

Wear my boots and I kick

The whole damn city makes me sick

7 years down when I lost my best friend,

He snorted white lie for Coca Cola

Blue and dead he came from the hills

Shooting New Delhi had lost its thrills

Wear my tie and I kiss

The whole damn city may make me rich

We lost our farm

We lost our tribe

We lost our dreams

We lost our farm

We lost our tribe

We lost our name

In shooting New Delhi

It's the shooting New Delhi Blues

 

THIRD WORLD SUPERPOWER TRAFFIC LIGHTS

Sheila sings songs of vanity

A princess on her garbage can throne

She’s our post independent super power co defendant glamorous urchin starving song show host

Sheila sings songs of fantasy

While shining cars play hit and miss

She’s their blind old juvenile beggar driving obstacle course -a Monday morning chore

Sheila sings songs that won't let her be

The peanut seller fortune teller frowns

She wonders if fate has a warm embrace

Only for those who can't see it

Cause at the third world super power traffic light

Hunger’s not a word it really bites

The rich get richer and poor get torn

The up is tough and the down is out

Sheila sings songs of maternity

Cause at the third world super power traffic light

Accidents make death

And accidents make life

 

NITHARI

Goldie was a great great guy,

A straight A suit, king of his empire,

Goldie knew all the right folk,

From the I.G. to the star life

Go go go Mr St. Stephens,

Tear some kids tonight,

Go go go Mr St. Stephens,

All hail the Noida night.

Now its party time, the spirits are high,

You’ve got 30 cracked skulls without a name,

And they are dumped in the loo so the blood can drain,

Yeah they are dumped in the loo so the blood can drain.

Was it paedophile or organ trade,

Was it child porn or sweet sweet taste.

Go go go Mr St Stephens,

Son cram up hard, get to the right places,

With all the right moves and all the right names,

And all the right stamps on your backside,

Just puke on paper what has been installed.

Yeah just puke on paper what has been installed.

cram up hard, with all the right moves

just puke, puke, puke my son,

puke it out, nice and easy

Oh Nithari

 

P.C’s AND MUGHALS

I went down one morning through streets that scream a lie                                                                                                                  

I went through the pillars where time seems to die                               

I took a winding road by a yellow distant jeep                                   

He was hinting that the stars at this hour begin to weep                  

I looked at the idol that shone by the tree

He seemed to tell me of a time when we were free

I hurried to the priest who worshipped a phone

He told me of a million kinds of different crayons

And though with due permission, the antichrist does strike                 

What kind of mist do you hide in, my love?

I stopped around a rickshaw just to ride me a horse

I looked at two soldiers who were fighting swords

I asked them what the hell they were they doing on main ring road

Soon I was bloodied and lost in a horde

The time seems to hide beyond the tree side

The crickets they do whisper and give me a high five

Ive left this age of 'Missiles(Misil)' please give me a gun

In the old days, killing was just so much fun(not)

I could have read your poems through the green sculpted glass

But now I just sit here making stereos blast

How could King Akbar never mention me

When I was in his court making history

And though with due permission the antichrist does strike

What kind of mist do you hide in, my love?

It seems like we're all circling the Jama Masjid

We’ve got a left side that’s like a windows PC

And every time I hide and you do the seeking

We land up in a dream with Kohinoor stealing

The golden crow is making a lama see the light

I’m just sitting here making fire fight

The age of right and wrong is way past below us

We end up waltzing in Blavatsky’s gym

And though with due permission the antichrist does strike

What kind of mist do you hide in, my love?

 

QUEEN

You gotta love me, baby queen

You gotta love me

Know what I mean

And do the sweet dance of loving

You gotta love me, crazy queen

You gotta love me, See the scene?

And do the sweet dance of loving

Girl you've got me and i'm sliding away

You've gotta love me

Cause love ain't mathematics

1 plus 1 can be so fun

2 plus 2, say I love you

3 plus 3, nobody's free

4 plus 4, baby whats the score?

Baby Margherita gonna teach you a sin sin

Each time you ride a trip trip

Gonna feel like a scene in a Dorothy dream

See fields where the clouds stay hiding the in thing

It's blue like the truth like the old statue 

Like the clock from the stock of the queen of Atlantis

Girl you've got me and I'm sliding away

 

THE WELL

Ive been walking and walking for many a mile

Ive seen nothing but the blackness inside

I tried to break walls, tried to light me a fire

But as much as I jump, I can’t go higher

Suddenly I heard the sound of the strings

The song of a muse, the voice of the wind

She kissed me and said we’re all floating and free

But the splash of a stone broke my sweet reverie

We’re deep in a well and the angels have died

The more that we fight, the more we will cry

Ive been working all day, all night and all morn,

Sometimes I wonder why I ever was born,

The masters do change but the rulers do not,

I’m just like detergent I wipe out the blot.

I heard hunger scream in my shack by the night,

I knew that I stood between the wrong and right

I dug out a treasure made of all that I've robbed,

It's then that I knew that my heartbeat had stopped.

We’re deep in a well and the angels have died

The more that we fight, the more we will cry

 

FIREFLIES SERMON

Up in the mountains

No one is here

A stream sings a song as

An eagle flies near

Can you hear me

Am I clear?

Can you hear me?

This is real

Earth spins spins again

Down in the valley

No one is here

Leaves seem to whisper as

The thunder draws near

Can you hear me

Am I clear?

Can you hear me?

This is real

Earth spins spins again

Up in the big city

Plenty are here

Cars beep and scream as

Markets sell fears

Can you hear me

Am  I clear?

Can you hear me

This is real

Clock ticks ticks again

 

AUROVILLE

Had enough of this traffic

Had enough of this smog

Had enough of these numbers

That say we're what

So I'm going to Auroville

The city of dawn

Had enough of these boxes

Had enough of these fights

Had enough of this city

Still colonised

So I'm going to Auroville

The city of dawn

Bringing down the superconscious mind