Category: سُرود / Melody

Music reviews & explorations.

  • Taste Test (1)

    Zarb is a traditional Bedouin style of cooking where marinated meat (your mushy head) and vegetables (your weak body) are buried in a n oven (a musical cave) dug in sandy ground (the wasted world we live in). It is time to taste the dish and give reviews.

    Tek it – Cafune

    Takes me back to this one time i wanted to run away from home. I ran and ran and sat by the dirty river in Delhi, thinking of life, and it’s stupidity, until rationale took over and i headed back home.

    Midnight Train – Se So Neon

    Even though this song is in Korean, somehow it reminded me of the strokes x Tame Impala’s forbidden Korean child (or maybe i just am a strokes fan). It is another one of those melancholy-core-but-also-gives-you-hope song that i listen when i stare into the void.

    Red Lights – Alfie Indra

    I can see myself making a cute montage video stitched together from the moments in my life with my girl to this song. (It is time i get a girl duh)

    This is what autumn feels like – JVKE

    OHHHNOOOO we got another JOJI, another broken aashiq who does not believe in lasting love anymore. Little does he know, spring always comes back, even after a harsh fall.

    Baby Baby – Sports

    Slow chillout vibe, i don’t like this song so much.

    American Money – Borns

    استغفر الله very horny song, me no likey.

    Tidal Wave – Chase Atlantic

    استغفر الله very horny cover, but chase atlantic is gooood tho, so i will spare him this one. This is one hell of a mating song tho, shiw now i feel like mating in the office now (corporate worker problems)

  • There must be more to life than this?

    Freddie asks some questions (1985)

    There truly must be more to life than this, this monotonous existence, this empty hollow existence.

    People fighting for their human rights
    But we just go on saying c’est la vie

    We never learn from the mistakes of our forefathers? Or do we know and still try to repeat the atrocities, hoping that the outcome will be different?

    The stage for life changes, the props become “modern”,the blood spilled is still red. The horrors evolve and devolve, the curtains that hide our sins gets higher; and yet the atrocities don’t get any less.

    There must be more to life than this mindless meaningless grind. We have been taught to love hard work, to tick the check-boxes that one must have to get a perfect life.
    I think they forgot to teach us who to work for? Do we do it for our parents? for the kids unborn? for the future?
    It does not matter what we do, in the end, all we dig is our own graves, the ones filled with bodies of those “below” us.

    There must be more to life than eating, shitting and having kids.
    Is reproduction the only purpose of life? if yes, then i refuse to fulfill my part.

    One day i will go mad, I can’t and i WONT accept that there is no meaning, or a meaning so shallow.

    زندگی کے شور میں، دل کا خالیپن سب سے زیادہ گونجتا ہے۔

    (In the noise of life, the hollowness of the heart echoes the loudest.)