New paintings. I is excite!

Spent a small fortune on canvas boards this past weekend.

1. An A3 size board for a friend's office cubicle. Think I'll create a spider + spider web + fireflies. Will use permanent markers.

2. 10 1' x 1' 'square' boards. Will continue with the coloured shapes that I used for Kamal's paintings and Sunneith's painting.

3. 9 1' x .75' 'rectangle' boards. Will use these to create shapes that are inspired by the new lyrical material that I'm working with.

I have uploaded pictures of the 4 pieces I created for my good friends Kamal & Andrea and the one piece I created for Sunneith.

I will also share the new pieces as soon as they are complete.

A haiku - a reaction :

People like the art.

It makes them laugh. Even smile.

I feel so calm now.

Sunneith - This is him.

The Elements - Paintings for Kamal & Andrea

WIND

WATER

FIRE

EARTH

Lyrics 2

For those into writing. Just wanted to bring in something about how we, I atleast like writing lyrics. With Amidst the chaos, there was little thought behind the song lyrics, concept if you may; but most of it was coming up with words to fit the meter.

I write like most of you do. I do not like putting in long words, or trying to sound intelligent. I don't write the most "deep" lyrics in the world. I cannot. It's just there - the way it is. Sans spellcheck. For the first draft atleast.I don't like to think too much.

Vinay, is Vinay. I CANNOT write like the man. NO ONE can. Even when i wasn't a part of the band, i'd be in awe of the stuff he wrote. Lines as simple as

I accept what i am

OR
Oh, how quiet everything can be when it's me against your word

OR
Stitches will rip if i crawl outside

AND my favorite
We meet in a room of emptiness
Another chance that i possessed
I gave into my invented fears
A wretched lie of love and tears


Read those lines again. They simple, yet they hit you like a fucking size 12 steel boot to the chest. Fuck.

I take two ways into writing for a song.

A. I lay the song before me and come up with lines to fit the meter.
This is the easiest and fastest way out. But then the words don't mean much. Emotionally speaking.

B. I write the words, without thinking about the song / riff, and then place the words in.
This takes a shit load of time. But it makes me happy by the end of it; knowing that what i've written means something to me.

It's like-

Y.M.I (Amidst the Chaos)
Taking the consequences the little-known hunger
Thrust through amenities of a lost freedom
Resurrected through the torture - a shadow unknown
Sink in to justify - Justify.
Prosthetic healing
Fingers are still inspite of agony
deflated lungs pursue with aggaravation
splinters in nails dig deeper delegating you

OR

Dear [Name] (Bhayanak Maut)

Get a grip on yourself / Let go!
These letters preserved will be your end
Another page is folded
The ink it fades, but the line it holds
Why won't it read, what I want to put before your eyes
Why won't these thoughts take form? Why won't these thoughts take…?

I can bet my left nut that you got nothing from the words to Y.M.I. That's exactly what i mean. Y.M.I, i wrote about Grendizer getting tortured. I lay the song and put the words where they fit.

Dear name, i wrote parts for before i put the song ahead. Then Vinay came in with his parts and we added and removed bits, wrote it together to make it what it is today.


I am just saying it is much more fun to write first and put them in a meter later.

Lyrics

A lot of you guys ask us about the lyrics to the songs. Well here you go. I've posted lyrics to the Metastasis EP.


For the first time since i joined the band, I and Vinay wrote together (Metastasis). I went over to his place and i've never had so much fun writing. There was a whole lot of laughing. Half the parts in the songs are dead serious, while the other half, we just let go and came up with what we thought were inside jokes, or whatever. Doesn't matter anyway. Have fun.

CHAKNA FOR CHURCH


SIP OF WINE / SWALLOW HARD/ GUILTY GOD / CHAKNA TIME

FRESH FROM THE FARM. FLESH.
CRADLE YOU IN MY ARMS.
RUN. BLOOD. RUN.

HERD OF MEN. HEARD OF SIN.
(CONGREGATION OF THE CATTLE KING)

MUTTERING. ON BENDED KNEE.
(IS THIS HOW IT'S MEANT TO BE)

I HAVE NO FACE. YET YOU CONFESS.
YOU HAVE NO FAITH. LET'S NOT DIGRESS.

YOU! REPENT!
NOW WASH THAT SHROUD OF TURIN A!!

MY! CONSENT!
THIS SWINE TASTES LIKE URINE

EAT YOUR GOD / BLOOD AND WHINE / SUNDAY MORN / PRINGLES TIME
BREATH IN DEEP / FORCE YOURSELF / GULP IT DOWN / ONE MORE TIME

ARE YOU READY TO ACCEPT MY BUM - UNION ?

IN THESE EYES SEE LIES.


DEAR [NAME]



If I could free myself - - -
From this guilt - - - (I'd like to tear you)

To squeeze every ounce of life.
Would be such a thrill --- (waiting so long)

Wipe that smile. Crush your dreams.
I'm ready to take your life --- (Are you ready to die?)

These shards they just won't....

Get a grip on yourself / Let go!
These letters preserved will be your end
Another page is folded
The ink it fades, but the line it holds

Why won't it read?
What I want to put before your eyes
Why won't these thoughts take form?
Why won't these thoughts take…?

I’ve made my bones, over these years
I've kept my promise, in a box
Bereft of joy and innocence
I am the only thing I've got
Reflections of the one i am
Mirrored across the other side
Look in these eyes, they tell no lies
I take your name…..

Solace!
I stand before you guilt in hand
Depending!
I've called upon your name

How much is more?
This lie is not real
This statement - a fucking paradox
You don't buy it
You never have

gripping it
fighting it,
free of all deception.

holding on
to what you have
let - it - go
let - it - flow

gripping / fighting / free of deception
You're holding on.. too

I’ve made my bones, over the years
I've kept my promise, in a box
Bereft of joy and innocence
I am the only thing I've got
Reflections of the one i am
Mirrored across the other side
Look in these eyes, they tell no lies
I take your... name

Open wide...Pica appetite
Open wide.. This crushing surprise

Re-assurance is - - two open palms
Sodomy is just - - my tightly closed fist

Re-assurance is - - two open palms
Sodomy is just - - my tightly closed fist fuck

I have freed myself - - -
From this guilt - - -
Squeezed every ounce of life.
Was such a thrill
Wiped that smile. Crushed your dreams.
I have taken your life
Your name is now mine!



CONFUCIUS

Throne!
Alone
Cold

Thrown!
Away
Mourn

To fill it up again
We don’t need a martyr
To fill it up again


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Warm deceit.

Warm seed. Warm the seat.

You will . Yes, you will.

Remain!

You will. Yes, you will.

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Be – fore –you
:: Wear the crown just like your maker.

Take – Charge
:: Sit down. Point – your – fin - ger

Leave – your – seed
:: Spray - it - out

Be – hind
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Don’t - it - get - so – hard
To – make

Another fear. Admit that you were never ready.

Force - your – self - inside
That - head

Im – pris – oned. Now don’t drop your soap.

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Sink your feet

Sin free. Born a freak.

They will never see.

Will you?!

You will. Yes, you will.

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You – wish – you
:: Grew a six pack like your maker.

Take – Alms
:: Beg now thrust your arm - out

Your - third - arm
:: Bends - to - the - right

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA

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I BRING YOU EGGS. I BRING YOU MILK. YOU PAY ME.
I TAKE YOUR WIFE. YOU TAKE MY BIKE. WE’RE TRADING.
YOU SUCK MY COCK. I BLESS YOU SON. IT’S HOLY.

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Don’t - it - get - so – hard
Bet – ween

When the father drops his pants and pops your cherry

Forced - his – way - inside
Your - bed

Drink up now. No fas - ting.

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My father
In bed
Hold me closer

Your cross it dangles on your chest
You @#$%^&*

I will. Nev – er.
Play hide and seek with you.

Because. I know.
Your snake will find its hole.

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I BRING YOU HOME. A PIZZA. YOU DON’T TIP.
YOU SCRATCH YOUR CROTCH. YOU SHAKE HER HAND. SHE’S PREGNANT.

YOU GO TO SLEEP. YOU WAKE UP. YOU’RE DROOLING.
THOSE NEW SHEETS. ARE RUINED. FUCK YOU.

YOU GO TO CHURCH. THE PRIEST WINKS. YOU’RE SWEATING.
HALF THE GUYS IN SHILLONG ARE WETTING.

WE’RE OUTTA LINES. WE MAKE FUN OF POM-POM.
POM POM POM POM POM POM…..

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H

Hello, Assholes
So I've been away for a while. I lost someone really close to me last month. Been trying to distract myself with a whole lot of other shit.

The boys took a small break. Everyone's been either working, getting drunk, high, or killing clowns. I have been doing all four. Plus Lemur pedicures. What? Fuck you, pedicures are manly if you give them to a raving rabid beast.

We rehearse sometime this weekend. Cannot wait to get into the jam room. The Doctor and Baba have been working on this bastard of a new song, hopefully we can play it for you guys soon. Everything else is going great. Me and Vinay, both have surprise projects running on the sidelines. More on that later.

You guys be good, now. Remember, when in doubt - Missionary.

Sunneith

EDIT - Oh, and you guys should totally check out Vinay's paintings. That shit is dark. And awesome.

I’m in awe of Metalwikileaks. If I had to write an article for them, then this is it.

Khiladi guitarist and ace ciggie-bummer, Ashu has a lousy Christmas!

7:00 am. 25^th December 2010. Ashu wakes up to an unusual feeling around his toes and ankles. Even though he was wearing socks, (to shelter his extremities from the absolutely frigid 4-day long Mumbai winter) a cold, plastic-like, scratchy sensation inside them could only mean one thing – Santa Claus had stuffed his stockings during the night. In gay circles, Santa Claus and stuffing a stocking (in the same sentence) would mean that shit-loads on anal lube had been procured for a night of festivities and fudge-packing. Furthermore, “Joy to the world, the king has come” would also mean exactly what it means in non-gay circles.

But we digress. On further inspection of his stuffed socks, Ashu was shocked to find a full carton of cigarettes! Yup. One full carton. Of cigarettes. Unlit.

That’s when Ashu knew that Santa was an asshole. Said Ashu when questioned about why he felt cheated/ sore/lost : “What’s the point of having a cigarette if it’s not been bummed off someone? (Note: Ashu’s ace ciggie-bumming moves have taken years of patience, training and extreme loss of trust amongst his friends)

Our correspondent spoke to Santa earlier this morning and asked him for a comment. Said the grand old man of the North : Fuck this shit. I just wanted to make Christmas easy for Ashu’s remaining friends. I’ve been getting letters written in blood from these kids in Mumbai asking me to stuff Ashu’s stockings, bags, underwear and even his guitar case with enough smokes to last till next Christmas. I was just being myself. I was being a “Cigarette” Santa, if you get my drift. (Note: No, Santa, we don’t. And puns suck donkey balls)