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Everywhere I go...


The below song is a dedication to my brother Amrish. We wrote this song in complete haste only because he was in one of his music composing moods! Its based on a personal experience when traveled to B’ham, N. Ireland, Cyprus, Delhi and Mumbai. Its just a song that was written randomly, but from the heart. Hope you’ll like it as much as much we enjoyed making it J 

Everywhere I’ve been I’ve heard the same sound,
The sound of people and the sound of cars
The cries of children, mingled with laughter
The bursts of horn, the obscenity

Yet everywhere I go I’m different to them,
Is this what they call hell today?

Everywhere I’ve been I’ve heard the same sound,
The sound of people and the sound of dogs
The neighbor’s dog barking, all night disturbing
The construction guy going on and on

Yet everywhere I go I’m different to them
Is this what they call hell today?

People with Afros, People with Gold
The Oil-rich mofos, And the people with Om
The whites who ruled them, the whites who loot them
The whites who make them, and the whites who break them

Yet everywhere I go I’m different to them
Is this what they call hell today?

Comments

Narsimha said…
This marks your arrival lady!!
Superb Composition..

I wont b surprised if Someday it is turned into a song!!
19:04
Unknown said…
I'll sue anyone who steals my lyrics. Wish I could copyright them!
But thank you so much for liking them :)
11:13
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