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Enjoy the Silence

Words like violence
Break the silence
Come crashing in
Into my little world
Painful to me
Pierce right through me
Cant you understand
Oh my little girl

All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary
They can only do harm

Vows are spoken
To be broken
Feelings are intense
Words are trivial
Pleasures remain
So does the pain
Words are meaningless
And forgettable

All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary
They can only do harm

Enjoy the silence


Enjoy the Silence is a Depeche Mode song and I just love the lyrics.  It’s been covered quite a lot in the last couple of years including by popular British band, KEANE.  The cover has been released in a version of KEANE’s latest single, A Bad Dream but I already got the song months before when the band sang the song for the very first time for Yahoo! So, I should think that it’s quite legal to distribute the mp3 cover.  Just email me.

I also got a cover of the same song by Gothic Rock band, Lacuna Coil, which is part of the band’s latest album, Karmacode.  I think their version is better than KEANE’s.  IMHO.

UPDATE: And, oh Nym, if you’re reading this, tell me what you think about The Fray‘s Heaven Forbid.  (Link to the album on Amazon.)

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Poetry Thursday (My week 19.0)

Chant L’Amour (Eng: Sing about love)

by Joseph Reginald Topize aka KAYA

Mo rapel kan mo ti zenfant
Mo enseignant ti fini so letemp
Pou fer mwa komprend tousa ki emba loa

Mo ti vive dans siperstition
Etourer ek tou sa ki fer moi peur
Pou mo liberter zotte ki ti decider

La mo ena ene chance fine ouvert ek ene lalimiere
Mo koumense geutter ki frekentation ki mo ena
Mo ena ene chance fine ouvert ek so lintelligence
Mo lavie pieger telment li precier
La mo ena ene chance fine ouvert ek ene lalimiere
La mo pou dire zotte ki mo resenti

Bizin kozer laveriter zenesse
Nou fami ki ti la pa ti lai tender
Kommien fine mort ti p bizin lasagesse

Tou letemp ine regete sa ki bon
Tou nou lavie ti fini dan lahaine
Mo p chante lamour pou nou gagne liberter


Photo courtesy: Jahmusik.net


English translation

I remember when I was a child
My teacher took a lot of time
To teach me things that didn’t make sense.

I lived in superstition
Entagled in everything I’m afraid of
It was them which dictated my freedom.

Now I have an opportunity and a light
I start to care about the influences around me
I have an opportunity and intelligence
My life is in a fix because it so precious
Now I have an opportunity and a light
Now I will tell you how I feel.

Tell the truth, youngsters
The families which were there refused to listen
The many who died need intelligence.

We always rejected what was good
All of our lives ended in hatred
I am singing about love so that we earn our freedom.

Note:

  • KAYA is a Mauritian and is considered as the father of Seggae, a type of music close to Sega, in the country.  He wrote in Creole, the people’s language.  KAYA always sang from his heart and his songs are marvellous.  His voice is exceptionally full of emotions.  He died in February 1999 in a police cell and all facts point towards police brutality.

    RIP.

  • I did the translation and it’s not as excellent as the original Creole version.  If you understand Creole and you think you can better translate some verses, please let me know.
  • Check out Poetry Thursday and cry your heart out every Thursdays. The concept is simple: share poetry on your blog.

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Poetry Thursday (My week 18.0)

King of Nature

by Khalil A. Cassimally

The butterflies fly for him
The flame tree protects him
The lake caresses him
King of nature, they all implore you.

Thunder delivers your message
Lightning holds you
Rain washes their sins
King of nature, they are at your command.

Control and be controlled
Animals and plants speak to thee
Your kingdom smiles at you
Only humans are too naive

Note:

  • Doesn’t seem like a complete poem, does it? I suppose, it isn’t one actually.  I’m thinking of the’sequel!’
  • Check out Poetry Thursday and cry your heart out every Thursdays. The concept is simple: share poetry on your blog.

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Poetry Thursday (My week 17.0)

The first poem I remember reading/hearing/reacting to was …

this Tagore poem.  It’s still one of my favourites.

I was forced to memorize a Keat’s poem (forgot the name!) in school and …

…I didn’t understand a single thing about it.  I was only 12 mind you.

I read poetry because …

…It’s the simplest way of expressing oneself – however complex it may sometimes seem to be.

A poem I’m likely to think about when asked about a favorite poem is …

…Indeed, the Tagore poem.

I would ask for still more
If I had the sky with all its stars,
And the world with its endless riches;

But I would be content
With the smallest corner of this earth,
If only she were mine.

–Rabindranath Tagore, Collected Poems and Plays, Lover’s Gift (V)

I write write poetry, but …

…I
admit that not all of them are good ones, in the sense that I was not
able to express my feelings properly.  I couldn’t translate my emotions
into words.

My experience with reading poetry differs from my experience with reading other types of literature …

…Because a really good piece of poetry inspires me.

I find poetry …

…One of purest forms of literature.

The last time I heard poetry …

…I don’t think I gave it any second thoughts because I can’t remember when was the last time I heard poetry!

I think poetry is like …

…Feelings and emotions in words.  Just magic.

Note:

  • Different concept today at Poetry Thursday.  It’s a meme.
  • Check out Poetry Thursday and cry your heart out every Thursdays. The concept is simple: share poetry on your blog.


Inspired writing…

Flame tree

by Khalil A. Cassimally

Do you remember? Under the flame tree
Where the sun always shines
You brought me my cup of tea
And became all mine.

Red flowers covering us
Birds singing for the lovers
You were so full of lust
And I told you I was a believer.

The flame tree
Was the place under which we would meet
Under the flame tree
We would lie on our backs
And see the clouds above.

Flame tree, flame tree
Bring her back to me
The magic between us
Prevails only in your shade.

The flame tree
Was the place under which we would kiss
Under the flame tree
We would hold hands
And feel safe.

Flame tree, flame tree
You are my friend
So let me recover
Something you took from me
Let your magic spread.

Inspired by KEANE’s Walnut Tree and Fool’s Garden‘s Lemon Tree.

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Poetry Thursday (My week 16.5)

Chasing Cars

We’ll do it all
Everything
On our own

We don’t need
Anything
Or anyone

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

I don’t quite know
How to say
How I feel

Those three words
Are said too much
But they’re not enough

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we’re told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that’s bursting into life

Let’s waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads

I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we’re told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that’s bursting into life

All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they’re all I can see

I don’t know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Snow Patrol

Note:

  • There doesn’t appear to be any Poetry Thursday today so I’m just posting this.  Snow Patrol is a very good band and this song, I really like!
  • Check out Poetry Thursday and cry your heart out every Thursdays. The concept is simple: share poetry on your blog.

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Poetry Thursday (My week 16.0)

My mind wanders

by Khalil A. Cassimally

My mind wanders
In a strange strange world
Full of sorrow and despair
Where butterflies are moths
And the soil is mud, mud.

It’s not that it got lost on the way
It’s more that it’s lost in this whole world
Yeah, my mind used to visit
Lovely places
Where it was friends with laughter and joy, joy.

Maybe we’re still in this world
Maybe the laughter turned into sorrow
And the joy into despair.

Maybe we’re still in this world
Maybe the laughter turned into sorrow
And the joy into despair
Into despair.

Note:

  • Is this a demo, I wonder.
  • Check out Poetry Thursday and cry your heart out every Thursdays. The concept is simple: share poetry on your blog.

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