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All good things, must come to an end,

Oh yes the *ee*, Obviosly the smoking.

But old men are wise and as they say,

Where there is will, there is a way.

Lets sit back and look around,

Think a little bit, act profound.

Do I want to quit, of course I do,

Secretly I guess, I want to do it too.

Ok lets do it, lets quit in one stroke,

Would get by on tea or even on coke.

Or we could do it, in a gradual way,

Keep on smoking, reduce one every few days.

Though smoking is not good, you cant call it wrong,

But enough is enough, it cant go on for long.

'Cause I know its harmful, I agree to the popular notion,

Whenever I buy a pack, I always read the "Caution".

Conitnuing it wont earn me hell, nor quitting save me the ganges bath

Lets keep every one happy and take a middle path.

I wont stock stuff, nor will I buy,

But if someone asks, I will say," Aye!"

I was a revolutionary

I was a revolutionary, in my last life

my country was my mother and freedom was my wife

I used to break laws, to make them right

and sometimes i just marched, not picking up fights

I had a handlebar moustache, weight in tonnes

even the tyrant addressed me, as the free one

I saw my people being treaded upon, saw them dying of hunger ,

When they said they are powerless, i called for their honor

and i asked them if, you think the queen is powerful, lets change that

and then i stole even, from the royal treasure

I was kept behind bars, i was held in chains

I took all the blows, till they broke their canes

And then when i hit, I shot them in the head

I shot them while walking, I shot them even in the bed

I killed more enemies than i made friends

I hope i was right and no one asks for amends

And just before i finally closed my eyes,

Freedom came to pick me, slavery bid me bye

Tell them this, that in the days to come

dont sing songs for me, nor write poems

But if freedom is threatened, raise your voice and raise it again

isnt it the thunders, that set the tone for the rain

You will be killed or at worst you will die

But you will be always be a revolutionary , in your last life.

i get a lil high in the name of my friends

today too? yes of course

no lies no remorse

you woke up in the morning drove to work

your boss was early, ah such a jerk

i reached late, all red-eyed

are you not well, mine took me to a side

He gave you work, smiling as he spoke

dint you wish he might choke

mine gave some too,but i finished it quick

the work was sad, but happy was the trip 

   

You killed some time, lied to your boss

i dint hear mine nor came across

you worked a bit, whined a lot

i left at half time to smoke some pot

water

there is no story but there is moral

my life has leaves, i wish yours is floral

lets raise a toast, my friend to you

what do you think, today too?

I think I have seen you before

History, they say, repeats itself
Sometimes, a moment meets itself
I had such a moment too
Dejavu

Sometimes a wish greets itself
Flow of time, sometimes cheats itself
I had such a moment too
Dejavu

Impossibility then defeats itself
Sometimes, memory completes itself
I had such a moment too
Dejavu

I felt hope conceit itself
Put out fire heat itself
First time when I met you
Dejavu

Make me a man

Give me a cause to stand for
a reason the hearts follow, a reason that minds abhor
Give me a festival to celebrate
the joy of sharing, the satisfcation to donate

Give me pain to cry out loud
for a flooded river or a land unploughed
Give me the wisdom to listen, to hear
the muted cries, the hearts in despair

Give me the ability to do something about
the calls un-answered, the light put out
Give me strong shoulders to carry
a dream too beautiful, a nightmare too scary

Give me a song to sing along
with the people i live , for the place i belong
Give me faith to kneel and pray
sometimes when i fail, more when i make hay

Give me strength to endure the walk
the path of light, the journey in dark
Give me a heart to understand
make me a child, make me a man

Oh! Pain

Oh! Pain,
aren't you a wonderful friend

of all the things, they
gave, took back and walked away
you are the only
thing that stayed

Oh! Pain,
aren't you a wonderful friend

of all the dreams, they
showed,not all came true
yet you are here showing
me, the way through

Oh! Pain,
aren't you a wonderful friend

of all the ways, they
made us feel
only you touch me
while i heal

Oh! Pain,
aren't you a wonderful friend

of all the things, they
should get back
lets give them forgiveness,
continue on our track

Oh! Pain,
you are such a wonderful friend

Still

You still sound the same,
I know you look the same too
because sometimes when I close my eyes,
I still see you


I hope you smile often,
I know you have a laugh too
because sometimes when i close my ears,
I still hear you


I feel you dress up good,
know you wear matching shoes too
because sometimes when I am alone,
I still admire you


I assume you never sit alone,
and that you have conversations too
because sometimes when I dont speak a thing,
I still talk to you


I think you make everything wonderful,
I know you add magic too
because sometimes when everything else fades,
I still write about you