Hold Conscious Thought the way you hold your breath
Do not think – hold still – let go
Subconscious will begin to flow
From the sidelines watch Genius play the length and breadth.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.
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Lata (Songbird of Ages)
You have a voice that expresses the way I feel
You have a voice like the laying on of hands that heal
Lata, please, help me, help me forget
The girl I never should have met;
I’ve had her but I cannot have her
She’s my life but I have to live without her
I love her with an obsession
She will never be my possession.
Songbird, sing to me
Sing to me sweet and low
Fill my ears with melody
Before my tears begin to flow
Your soothing voice comforts me
Eases the pain to think she had to go.
So much melody pouring out from such a small chalice
Only God could have blessed you with such a voice …
Once upon a time we made love to your songs of joy
We sang along, we swore nothing would our love destroy;
Those days have gone as if they had never been
Sweet nothings I whispered have turned into a silent scream
She pierced the heart I had given her and left me to bleed
Blessed angel, sing and comfort me in my hour of need.
Songbird, sing to me
Sing to me sweet and low
Fill my ears with melody
Before my tears begin to flow
Your soothing voice comforts me
Eases the pain to think she had to go.
I am gripped by emotions I cannot understand
I am torn by forces I cannot comprehend
She said if she married me her parents would die
What about me? … I have a lifetime to cry;
The path of love is covered with flowers and blood, flowers and blood
The path of love is littered with corpses who drowned in the flood
Oh, Lata, please, pour your nectar into my ears
Help me, help me before I drown in my own tears.
Songbird, sing to me
Sing to me sweet and low
Fill my ears with melody
Before my tears begin to flow
Your soothing voice comforts me
Eases the pain to think she had to go.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.
Baby, You’re Just Like An Indian Movie
Before you learned to walk and talk you knew how to sing and dance
You’re a heavy drama that’s sure to turn into a light romance
You shake your front and wiggle your behind
You’re easy on the eye but hard on the mind;
You love to mime the words and run around trees
All your Leading Men are down on their knees
Girls like you have natural talents to help their careers
Your eyes are tapped so you can turn on the tears.
Baby! Baby!
Oh, baby, you’re just like an Indian movie
Everything about you is a bit
Over the top, hot and spicy
A miss that is a hit
A filling that is empty
Just like an Indian movie
Baby, you’re just like an Indian movie
Just like an Indian movie.
It’s not your fault you’ve turned out this way
Even though you change costumes several times a day
You‘re superficial, baby, you’ve got no depth
You tell a lie with every other breath;
Well, you belch and you burp and you break wind
Mummy taught you that to fake is not a lover’s sin
Daddy believes you’re the virginal apple of his eye
A hundred boys have made it between your thighs.
Baby! Baby!
Oh, baby, you’re just like an Indian movie
Everything about you is a bit
Over the top, hot and spicy
A miss that is a hit
A filling that is empty
Just like an Indian movie
Baby, you’re just like an Indian movie
Just like an Indian movie.
The comedy isn’t funny but you like the car chases
All the make-up can’t cover up your two faces
The tragedy is that the public loves girls like you
Stupid birds of a feather stick together – and you do;
Even though you avoid being kissed on the screen
Off-camera you rock it in many a bedroom scene
You measure success by the amount of material possessions
The boy who gets you must have matching medallions.
Baby! Baby!
Oh, baby, you’re just like an Indian movie
Everything about you is a bit
Over the top, hot and spicy
A miss that is a hit
A filling that is empty
Just like an Indian movie
Baby, you’re just like an Indian movie
Just like an Indian movie.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.
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