Monday, September 21, 2009

We've broke our mirrors...

The ‘new big story’ is now quite old. That of China, India and Brazil. The Brazil story is quite interesting and here is the guy who is at it’s epicenter - Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva
I'm so happy. Cause today I found my friends.
They're in my head. I'm so ugly. But that's ok.
'Cause so are you. We've broke our mirrors.
Sunday morning. Is everyday for all I care.
And I'm not scared. Light my candles. In a daze cause I've found god.

I'm so lonely. And that's ok.
I shaved my head. And I'm not sad, and just maybe
I'm to blame for all I've heard. And I'm not sure.
I'm so excited. I can't wait to meet you there.
And I don't care. I'm so horny. But that's ok. My will is good.

I like it. I'm not gonna crack.
I miss you. I'm not gonna crack.
I love you.I'm not gonna crack.
I killed you. I'm not gonna crack.

Left a little of myself back there.
Feel richer, I also do.
It is rather grand to grow fond of a place this way, isn’t it?!
Sometimes the answer is - giving up hope.
That peace is out there somewhere for your taking.
That it is just over the horizon. And you just have to sail long enough.
That if you did the right thing, you will find it eventually.
"How can you stand it?" they asked, "not knowing what you want"
But I know. Just that I want more than one thing.
"You can’t have everything"
"You have to choose"
"Pick one and stick to it. That’s how it’s done"
And they went ahead and called me fickle.


Anonymous said...

It was not Posh Lost, it was Poshlost. =)


Leena said...

Oh no, Nirvana..

Heard this one after a really long time.

i said...

jiska blog, uski marzi.. :P