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Nihilists! Fuck me. I mean, say what you like about the tenets of National Socialism, Dude, at least it’s an ethos.
Mar 6, 2013 / 8 notes

Nihilists! Fuck me. I mean, say what you like about the tenets of National Socialism, Dude, at least it’s an ethos.

Feb 3, 2013

RUM IN MY MILK BOTTLE

Run! Screams the ocean, or you’ll run out of land;
Every single motion was in your head before your hands;
So call all your people and mark all your stands,
Some left will be forgotten, un-loved and un-named,
Don’t turn around your head is in their hands,
And don’t make a sound you lips have no demands,
Fill Rum in my milk bottle and lead in my toy Gun,
And facebook me the venue “may be” I’ll drop by and have fun!
 
Cowards are your sons gave up their dreams,
Impudent are those who know what this means,
Outcast will outlast and forecast tomorrow’s day,
Sleep children sleep; I’ve been sleeping all the way,
Tighten your knot’s sailor, what wars can you fight?
What prison can you build to keep my mind ignite?
So burn all your books and run out the door,
Then we all work for needs be my prophet and my whore!
 
Buy me some food and cut me some wood,
And find me that phone number love if you could,
Fill Rum in my milk bottle and lead in my toy gun,
And after you kill me I’d like us to have fun,
We can be friends you and I like we used to before,
Except I don’t know you and you don’t know me anymore,
I heard you got married on Tuesday the fourth,
I missed the occasion week, the month and the year,
 
She said when we grow old she’d fancy grey hair,
And a garden in the front yard we’d have tea there,
I’d like to live with you like I’d always been there,
Find me my glasses and the bookmark’s on which page.
Father I forgive you, for you didn’t have a clue,
Mother I forgive you, for you didn’t know what to do,
My love I’m with you like I want you with me too,
And out of every one I lost touch I’ll miss me the most,
 
Fill Rum in my milk bottle and lead in my toy gun….
Jan 26, 2013 / 1 note

GLOW

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Rise and shine Cupcake, the movie wasn’t that fake,
So walk around with duct tape, now that you found a clue,
Be kind to the rat race, for they invented fast pace,
In the middle of this circus, where did you lose your Glow?


Run down and lock the door, never saw the peacock snore?
The shades are not that low, the feelings still subside,
Who needs a zoo in a jungle? Who wants food when you’re hungry?
I’d have addressed your comfort, if you and I were thru.


Alkaline batteries, five point arteries,
Got a lid on your cavities, and the dentist was gay,
God had a hearty laugh, as he heard about the IT blast,
Called his wife and bought her flowers, screaming look how they lost their Glow!


Deserted were my prison cells, working on your oil wells,
Hi-risers on Times Square, with their porcelain insured,
Standing on the river banks, the fishermen and their broken wands,
Think about their dinner plans, where did we lose our Glow?


She watched him move the goods on dock, his hair was short and arms were long,
Resembling a good son to a drunken father dead, she felt alive no more,
He never saw another day, the boy the man and the tombstone grave,
So for the rest of her coffee break, where did she lose her Glow?


The ground shines with starlight, the stars never sparkled that bright,
The kite stuck in a dry leaf strike, as the electric wires sway,
I left as it stood low, my dreams have never seemed that slow,
I saw your shadow come too close and gave up some way.


Four matchboxes with no sticks, my head for me grew too thick,
I always knew I was a little sick, but then I never let me go,
So give me all I ever had, with the magic dust of your golden sack,
I don’t expect you to understand, just give me back my Glow.


I said you think I’m strong, whatever made me and you wrong,
I swear I wanted to play along, but it was not my day,
I wanted to be something great, so I broke everything I ever made,
All that remained is the after taste of what made me lose my Glow!


- AJ
January 31st 2011.

Jan 24, 2013

PARADOX

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Perhaps misjudged, but actually misunderstood,
All remaining thoughts, I have discarded or discontinued,
One howl, a whisper and a distant cry,
I refuse to reason or even accept why,
And you know better, so much time has gone,
My thoughts don’t support me, my thoughts must be wrong,
I have no reasons or any explanations for this,
The imaginary laughter and the misdirected first kiss,
Did I try follow directions, but flawed as I remain,
So much there to fight for so much left to refrain,
I hope you understand me, I sure as hell don’t,
I want to be straight forward but mostly end up blunt,
But I truly believe what you’ve done is right,
I am tired of my thoughts arguing with my mind,
Hope someday I be a better memory to you,
So happens that less I speak better that we grew,
I like singing songs which teach you nothing great,
Songs about life and songs about the dead,
What holding hands could do that orgasms could not,
Should have stood up straight instead I laid down,
I owe you an explanation, but I haven’t found the truth,
I find it comforting to be ugly and be rude,
What I lose will be my own, long after its gone forever,
I remind you to forgive me, I was pretending to be clever,
So much for love and my capacity to pursuit,
And I smile as I leave, try have a beautiful life, Thank you.
Mugshot - from 18th September.
Jan 24, 2013

Mugshot - from 18th September.

Jan 23, 2013 / 2 notes

Hindi Folk song written and composed by AJ, Produced by Vivek Sagar & Sanjay Das from Tapeloop Studios, Second single from the Album “Swatantra Colony”.

The Shepard in Srinagar
Jan 23, 2013 / 2 notes

The Shepard in Srinagar

This was a impromptu photo shoot we were trying to create some kinda’ bizarre dark underground Bombay drug cartel kinda look…. 
Jan 22, 2013

This was a impromptu photo shoot we were trying to create some kinda’ bizarre dark underground Bombay drug cartel kinda look…. 

Jan 22, 2013 / 2 notes

This is the first song I ever recorded..Successfully at least, Vivek Sagar & Sanjay Das helped in producing the track. The lead guitar works is an amazing work of Vijay Vadrevou, who’s legendary around this side of Hyderabad with his band “The Alterego’s” this marks the beginning of my debut album “Swatantra Colony” and my dedication to Muddy Waters, the man responsible for all this madness :)

This is a small village in Rajasthan, I was in my car and saw this girl pick up this baby and running back inside her house… 
Jan 22, 2013

This is a small village in Rajasthan, I was in my car and saw this girl pick up this baby and running back inside her house…