I first read about Reuters in a story in my high school english book. It had the whole story about how the news agency would hire super-fast ships to cross the atlantic with news that reached before anyone else.
And now we have the internet, and the news is a click away. And Reuters has maintained its lead as one of the fastest and most prominent news agencies, even after having lost the advantage of faster ships.
Kudos.
One of the best sections on their site, and one i often end up clicking via the Gmail web clips section, is Oddly Enough.
And the title for this post comes from this incident, which reinforces my disbelief in relationships anymore:
http://www.reuters.com/article/oddlyEnoughNews/idUSGOR25682020080312?feedType=RSS&feedName=oddlyEnoughNews
Hurrah for Reuters. :D
Friday, March 14, 2008
Sunday, March 09, 2008
The Valley of Death
So here's another mediocre composition written at 4 in the morning, in the grip of a sleepy-cum-disoriented haze after muddled sleep patterns for a week. Man!
In the midst of the mountains,
Far to the North of here,
You'll find a valley in shadow
Its the valley of fear.
The damned live there,
Looking for souls to feed on,
I'd stay away if I were you,
But I know you'll keep on,
Riding to the valley of death.
Riding to the valley of death.
Riding to the valley of Death.
Riding to the Valley of DEATH.
There are no trees in that place,
No living things there abide,
There's just death in the mountain,
And death on the outside.
You can go on foot, or ride,
Go at midninght or early morn,
It will pull you like a lodestone,
And I know you will go on
Riding to the valley of death.
Riding to the valley of death.
Riding to the valley of death.
Riding to the valley of death.
Only one has ever returned,
Only one with a tale to tell,
It was like being buried alive,
He said he'd rather go to HELL.
Only one soul they let go,
For they know what makes a man,
Where one has made it out,
Many will think they can.
Go on...
Riding to the valley of death.
Riding to the valley of death.
Riding to the valley of death.
Riding to the valley of death.
They have fed on us for so long,
They will go on this way,
They will lure and trap and deceive,
And you wil fall under their sway.
So go on...
Riding to the valley of death.
Riding to the valley of death.
Riding to the valley of death.
Riding to the valley of death.
In the midst of the mountains,
Far to the North of here,
You'll find a valley in shadow
Its the valley of fear.
The damned live there,
Looking for souls to feed on,
I'd stay away if I were you,
But I know you'll keep on,
Riding to the valley of death.
Riding to the valley of death.
Riding to the valley of Death.
Riding to the Valley of DEATH.
There are no trees in that place,
No living things there abide,
There's just death in the mountain,
And death on the outside.
You can go on foot, or ride,
Go at midninght or early morn,
It will pull you like a lodestone,
And I know you will go on
Riding to the valley of death.
Riding to the valley of death.
Riding to the valley of death.
Riding to the valley of death.
Only one has ever returned,
Only one with a tale to tell,
It was like being buried alive,
He said he'd rather go to HELL.
Only one soul they let go,
For they know what makes a man,
Where one has made it out,
Many will think they can.
Go on...
Riding to the valley of death.
Riding to the valley of death.
Riding to the valley of death.
Riding to the valley of death.
They have fed on us for so long,
They will go on this way,
They will lure and trap and deceive,
And you wil fall under their sway.
So go on...
Riding to the valley of death.
Riding to the valley of death.
Riding to the valley of death.
Riding to the valley of death.
Night-Outs in Delhi
So me and some friends were out late last night, hitting the road with hard rock and classic disco music blasting in my car. We had my guitar along, and ended up playing to a very appreciative audience in Saket, outside 24x7, between 1-4 AM, Saturday.
It was a blast. Haven't had this much fun in so long. My two amigos had downed quite a bit of rum (testament to their Forces childhood), and were singing in incoherence with the often totally incompatible music, to say nothing of the tempo.
We stated off with some classics like Fear or the Dark (Iron Maiden), Knocking on Heaven's Door (GNR), played not a few requests - November Rain (GNR again), Yellow (Coldplay), The Scientist (Coldplay), I still Miss Someone (Johnny Cash), Folsom Prison Blues (Johnny Cash), Country Roads (John Denver), etc etc
Then the real interesting part began. High with allthe spirits coursing inside, the trio decided to do impromtu compositions.
Here is something that I remember singing off the top of my head, after having been awake for more than 24 hrs, and being tired, but happy :
If you've got the guts to be that guy,
You can learn how to rise up, to fly.
If you've got the gall to be the man,
The man who can be, can do, who can.
I'll be the man who'll fly.
I'll be the man to rise up,
I'll be the man who'll leave behind.
Rise out of this daily grind.
I'll go away from the hurt,
I'll leave behind the pain,
The wonder at a rainbow,
The innocence of walking in rain.
If I have the guts, I'll leave you behind,
If I can, I'll try to make a fresh start.
If I'm not afraid, I'll begin over,
If I can, I'll go away and play a new part.
There was music to go with it, and when I can find a way to make some clean recordings (minus the background hiss that my phone's mike puts in), I'll try and post audio's here. (If I can figure out how to do that!)
And that's not all. Have a lot of songs coming up. The guys and I get together and compose like anything. So be back here soon with more. :)
Over an Out.
It was a blast. Haven't had this much fun in so long. My two amigos had downed quite a bit of rum (testament to their Forces childhood), and were singing in incoherence with the often totally incompatible music, to say nothing of the tempo.
We stated off with some classics like Fear or the Dark (Iron Maiden), Knocking on Heaven's Door (GNR), played not a few requests - November Rain (GNR again), Yellow (Coldplay), The Scientist (Coldplay), I still Miss Someone (Johnny Cash), Folsom Prison Blues (Johnny Cash), Country Roads (John Denver), etc etc
Then the real interesting part began. High with allthe spirits coursing inside, the trio decided to do impromtu compositions.
Here is something that I remember singing off the top of my head, after having been awake for more than 24 hrs, and being tired, but happy :
If you've got the guts to be that guy,
You can learn how to rise up, to fly.
If you've got the gall to be the man,
The man who can be, can do, who can.
I'll be the man who'll fly.
I'll be the man to rise up,
I'll be the man who'll leave behind.
Rise out of this daily grind.
I'll go away from the hurt,
I'll leave behind the pain,
The wonder at a rainbow,
The innocence of walking in rain.
If I have the guts, I'll leave you behind,
If I can, I'll try to make a fresh start.
If I'm not afraid, I'll begin over,
If I can, I'll go away and play a new part.
There was music to go with it, and when I can find a way to make some clean recordings (minus the background hiss that my phone's mike puts in), I'll try and post audio's here. (If I can figure out how to do that!)
And that's not all. Have a lot of songs coming up. The guys and I get together and compose like anything. So be back here soon with more. :)
Over an Out.
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