Avial

Who ruffles feathers and gets excited when the dark clouds gather rain?
nadanadanadanadanadanadanadanadanaa

fuh-i'm hookd.

These indians are ROCKIN'!





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Goin To California

Cover



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Are You Alrite

Are u?


Lucinda Williams - Are You Alright

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It's A No Wonder

U'd ask, dude! aint this a tad queer!!
I'd say, only fer em WonderGirls. Wooohoooo!

It all startd wen AZAIG posted a parody bit, off the original music vid(the above vid). Yeh, the parody was hillarious, but wat got me hooked was the showcase of em dance moves. It may as well be right to say, i have watched almost all possible versions of that music vid on utube and still cant get enuff. Also, i have danced to it(in a satirical manner of course).

I know its disturbing, but fck, these girls are addictive.

To prove my point;



Aaahh, am off to watch more of vids of 'Wondergirls - Nobody' again.

U'd go, Thevan, u so crossed over to the queerside!
I'd go, ..... ssshhh! now, hand me a tissue.



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Accidental Husband - Swasame

Not at all funny. The only time i was actually engaged in the movie, so to speak, was wen a coupla familiar tunes played in the background. 'Yaro Yarodi' from Alaipayuthey, and 'Swasame' off Thenali to be precise. Those tamil songs sorta rekindled a nostalgic memory and to think, a cheesy Hollywood chick flick did that?! How disappointingly odd.



The movie, well, was not so worth watchin(unless of cus if u r into those typical chick flicks type movies), but to have stumbled upon songs that trigger certain memories, ah, priceless.


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I Ask Myself

[With A Lil Help From My friends (cover) - ortoPilot]


It doesnt matter how many fckin times i've walkd in and out of that maze of wretchdnes, it still proves impossible walkin out of it unscratched.

Ah crap.

U'd ask, why allow yourself to go again?
I'd say, i'm drawn to those darn bright fckin lights!


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Melancholy-ness

I reason it has sumthin do with the oversleepin while havin Rosie Thomas's Red Rover on repeat all nite long. Havent a clu as to how it found way to my playlist but yeh, definitely not a bad piece, so... raw, so... pure, so... innocent. Dont really know how else to put it.

Here, haf a listen; (be warnd tho, it might have the same effect on u, just maybe)




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It Rained

And heavily at that, on tvl standards.


My shoes are soakin in rain water but i dont care.
It rained!
My towel put for dry is drenching in rain water but i dont care.
It rained!
Ah, spent a great deal of time cleanin the entrance to my room and its most prolly a wasted effort now, but i dont care.
It rained!

Definitely calls fer a celebration, Grants styles. CHEERS!




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For The Hungry Souls

Music that soothes the soul :)

U'd ask, really?
I'd say, hit play!

Creedence Clearwater Revival - Long As I Can See The Light

Bob Dylan - If You See Her Say Hello


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AC/DC - Black Ice

PHEW!!

*wipes sweat off forehead*

IT'S NO LETDOWN!
(click on img)

ROCK 'N ROLL BEECHES

p.s. got hookd on *insert action here*! bleh. blame the bimbo.


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Hey Ya Cover

Mat Weddle of Obadiah Parker does an acoustic cover of Outkast's Hey Ya.
Imma lovin it.




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Don't Look Back In Anger

You know how some songs when listend to, kinda brings back vivid memories?

Well, i can safely say Oasis's Don't Look Back In Anger is most prolly one of them songs and if u were to run thru any 26 yr ol's playlist, i'm pretty sure u'll find them in there.

Ye, so y bring this up?

See,
Ken referrd me to this youtube clip, a fella that plays under the name, ortoPilot, doin the acoustic cover, Don't Look Back In Anger and damn, it left me stupendified. This fella just made an awesome song even mo aweosme. Much much mo awesome!

A well worth watchin clip. Simply magical, simply euphoric.

Its almost like havin a well rolled smokes, while gettin 'the beast dwn south' suckd on real hard. Aaah, xcuse me for the lousy attempt on analogizing it, but its just that damn good.

Sheer AWESOMENESS!



p.s. i did say almost...





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Listen To The Fallin Rain

U haf to fckin listen to this!



So, who is Paul Ponnudorai?

Paul Ponnudorai

Paul Ponnudorai’s uniqueness in approaching music is embedded in his geographical roots. Being Malaysian by birth, being of Indian heritage, and being trilingual, Paul represents both as a person and a musician the point of conjunction between East and West. He is a man of rare intelligence, wisdom, and broad knowledge, with a cross-cultural view of the world. Without a doubt these qualities surface in his music, whose origins can equally be traced to Southern India, London and Nashville. It is refreshing to notice how many seemingly unrelated influences can go into Paul’s playing and singing, always in the most spontaneous and sincere way.

Some of Paul's friends and jam partners include Tommy Emmanuel, Tuck and Patti, Winton Marsalis, and many more. His musicianship is well beyond the borders of imaginable, and make him a true legend in the music scene of South-East Asia. Paul lives between Kuala Lumpur and Singapore and has performed all over the world--Australia, New Zealand, China, Europe.

Paul’s love for jazz, country, rock, blues, pop, reggae, and for beautiful ballads, is obvious all through his new release, "Right on Time". So are his talent and his unique voice as a musician.

excerptd from http://www.ethnobeat.com/artists_Paul.htm


Here's a u-tube clip to keep u in awe!



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Your Touch

Most played in mi playlist, for the week.



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My Ding-A-Ling

"My Ding-A-Ling, my Ding-A-Ling, won't you play with my Ding-A-Ling"

Today's post, is nuthing short of a funny coincidence - to me at least, considering the occurrences over the week.

Do listen to this song. It's no letdown. Mi word on that! Oohh.. and be wary that this number topd the charts fer abit back in the days.

C'mon now, lets all sing along,

When I was a little bitty boy, my grandmother bought me a cute little toy.
Silver bells hangin' on a string. She told me it was my ding a ling.

My ding a ling, my ding a ling. I want to play with my ding a ling.
My ding a ling, my ding a ling. I want to play with my ding a ling.

And then mother took me to Grammer School, but I stopped all in the vestibule.
Every time that bell would ring, catched me playin' with my ding a ling.

Once I was climbing the garden wall, I slipped and had a terrible fall.
I fell so hard I heard bells ring, but held on to my ding a ling.

Once I was swimming cross Turtle creek, many snappers all around my feet.
Sure was hard swimming cross that thing, with both hands holdin' my ding a ling.

This here song it ain't so sad, the cutest little song you ever had.
Those of you who will not sing, you must be playin' with your own ding a ling.

My ding a ling Your ding a ling, your ding a ling.

We saw you playin' with your ding a ling
My ding a ling, everybody sing, I want to play with my ding a ling!!


Trivia - off wiki :

According to the flip side of "My Ding-a-Ling" (a live version of "Johnny B. Goode"), the crowd refused to leave the Locarno ballroom after Berry's performance, as they demanded an encore. The public address announcer told the crowd that the next act, Pink Floyd, could not perform until the ballroom was cleared.

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Castles Made Of Sand

I have this song stuck up in mi head fer a bit now, subconsciously singin and hummin to this number all mornin. Hadn't realise it until a friend pointed out to me, like this, "Ey, yanto chai! You onie know how to sing this one line onie issit?".

Sorry buddy, cant't help it, its a very, very beautiful song to wake up to.

And its an honor fer me to share this song with u peeps. So, here u go, ENJOY!



Castles Made Of Sand - Jimi Hendrix

Down the street you can hear her scream, "You're a disgrace" as she slams the door in his drunken face, and now he stands outside and all the neighbours start to gossip and drool.
He cries, "Oh girl, you must be mad, what happened to the sweet love you and me had?"
Against the door he leans and starts a scene, and his tears fall and burn the garden green.

And so castles made of sand, fall in the sea, eventually.

A little Indian brave who before he was ten, played war games in the woods with his Indian friends, and he built a dream that when he grew up, he would be a fearless warrior Indian Chief.
Many moons passed and more the dream grew strong, until tomorrow he would sing his first war song, and fight his first battle, but something went wrong.
Suprise attack killed him in his sleep that night.

And so castles made of sand, melts into the sea, eventually.

There was a young girl, whose heart was a frown, because she was crippled for life, and couldn't speak a sound, and she wished and prayed she would stop living, so she decided to die.
She drew her wheel chair to the edge of the shore, and to her legs she smiled "You won't hurt me no more." But then a sight she'd never seen made her JUMP AND SAY, "Look, a golden winged ship is passing my way" and it really didn't have to stop...it just kept on going.

And so castles made of sand slips into the sea, eventually.

-fin-


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Cas Haley - AWESOMENESS!

Ye, its a blardie Friday again. Fckin hate it! Sighs. I shall whine no more.

C'mon now, lets watch the man, Cas Haley do his thang. Simply awesomenss. The u-tube clips below, are snippets from yet another reality talent 'searchin/findin' show named America's Got Talent - AGT (a spinnoff from BGT, i reckon) and Cas here, came in second, after another awesome talent, Terry Fator, a ventriloquist. LOL. I know, i know, right about now u must be goin, like WAT THE FcK! LOL. Can't blame u there, but u oughta check him out too, also awesomeness!

All in all, twas an okie show i sppose, but there was this one lil thing that botherd me tho; its the fact that David Hasslehoof is amongst one of the judges, and a regular at that! Sighs. Maybe its just me. Actually, NO! I dont get it, y him? errr.. well, neways, good on him.

~ Walkin On The Moon

Diggin it? Here's mo.

~ Higher And Higher
~Red, Red, Wine Ft. UB40
~ Sir. Duke
~ Easy(Sunday Mornin)
~ Can't Help Fallin In Love




*roll it up, light it up, smoke it up*

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Memory

The watch reads 4am now, and ye, i'm desperately tryin to fixate myself to the idea of studyin fer a quiz i have tomm, at 9am. I've got it all set, made a playlist to accompany me while i study; filled my stomach up with a serving of indomie and chips; got my rollies all rolled ready to be smoked up; got my books and notes and all that jargon shyt out and laid it in front of me. It seems like i've got it all ready to go, sighs, but the fact is, i'm still missing sumthin, the drive, the motivation, the ARggghHhhHRGggggHhEERGGHHHHHh!! Watever happend to mi fckin ol'self! Sighs. I cant even do the last minute thingy like how i used to. Sighs. Okie, okies, better get back to the the books and try harder eh!

Neways, this post was inspired by a song i came across while doin up my playlist. Thot i'd share it on this post fer all to listen. Ye. All i have is left is memory and until sum awesome fckshyt comes up with a device to allow me to transport miself back thru time, i shall be strapped tight to this time. The present.
LoL. Ken, was it Winston Churchill who said its calld present becos its a present? LoL. May i just beg to differ? :p

I wanna get back to the time wen i was a 'real' student la. Sighs, the memories of me being a a good student is all i have. I don't think its possible to be the student i once was anymore. The age is gettin the best out of me! Fck gettin old! Fck being a student. Fck screwin up. All in all fck everything la!


SugarCult-Memory
(an excerpt);
So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.

This may never start.
We could fall apart
And I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear.
Feelings insincere.
Can I be your memory?
Can I be your memory?


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West Ham Utd Vs Millwall

Here i am, not quite awake, it is, 7 am ffs! Did not get to sleep at all last night. Nope, i was NOT up studying nor did i complete on my assignments that were due... yesterday. Ye, so, what was it that i did?
Bluntly, i don't really know. Seriously. The last time i glimpsed at the clock, it read a lil over 2 am and now, it is 7 in the fckin misty morn. aaahh, at least i'd make it fer brekky, they better fckin have telur mata kerbaus' waitin for me! Sigh. I'm perturbed, i'm not in the sane state of mind right now, i fckin feel like screwin the world, UPsideDown! (Red-Alert)

Ooh, i'm forever blowing bubbles, pretty bubbles in the air, they fly so high, nearly reach the sky, then like my dreams they fade and die.. ooohOOhhooohhhooohh.. I'm dreaming dreams, i'm scheming schemes, i'm building castles high. They're born anew, their days are few, just like a sweet butterfly and as the daylight is dawning,they come again in the morning! ooohhh, COME ALL LETS SING along, oohhh, when shadows creep, when i'm asleep, to lands of hope i stray! Then at daybreak, when i awake,my bluebird flutters away. *SHOUT NOW, "Happiness, you seem so near me, Happiness, come forth and cheer me!"

That there, was a song written sumtime in 1919. Its 1st verse and the chorus were excerpted and adopted by the West Ham Utd fans and will be known as the club's anthem..almost a half a decade later.

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AWESOMNESSSS !!!

arrgh, crdts to ken for stumbling upon these u-tube clips.
AWESOME! is all i can say!
Drifting
Rylynn
For My Father