Monday, February 18, 2008

What a beauty........the lyrics, the music...and the vocals

ALANIS MORISSETTE LYRICS
"Ironic"

An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
And isn't it ironic... don't you think

It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought... it figures

Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down
he thought"Well isn't this nice..."
And isn't it ironic... don't you think

It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought... it figures

Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything's okay
and everything's going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything's gone wrong
and everything blows upIn your face

A traffic jam when you're already late
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic...don't you think
A little too ironic...and, yeah, I really do think..

It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought... it figures
Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out
Helping you out

Monday, February 11, 2008

Sun-Kissed Bliss


Dear sun,

Everyday at around 6:06 pm on the top most point on the flyover on my way to home, when I am sitting 2nd on the 1st seat of my Company bus, you send your dim rays to effortlessly penetrate the front glass pane of my bus to make a hasty reach towards my face.
For that micro-second with my squinting but gleaming eyes, I try to make an eye contact to register my revolt and disapproval of your audacity. I take my hand to shield my eyes from your lethal aggression in an attempt to just catch a glimpse of my de-tractor. But the truth is, for that period it feels so special to be bestowed with the undivided fleeting attention and cozy warmth of your flirtatious demeanor .
Though this is a private confession, I shall gladly accept that for the time-being my forehead twitches and my brow curls up in contempt, my eyes and spirit turn the color of luminous ambers filling me with pure joy of being left sun-kissed.
Basking in your glory always.
Yours lovingly,
IM

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

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I crave conformity..with a mindless magnitude of precision.....
And the unfathomable discripancies leave me baffaled with their presence
It might never culminate the way I want it......or the way its suppose to be