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Wednesday, 18 July 2018

"Water Therapy" - Aaliyan Zahid

Hey guys I wrote a new song. Here is the draft of this new song. As someone put it, "As actors you are required to deliver in a short amount of time". In my case, it's um.. Maybe a singer-songwriter-blogger-amateur poet-would be PhD theoritician. So enjoy and here it goes:
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[Intro]
Moon creating gravity, bending the ocean
Waves falling and rising
Tides evaporating and raining
Seven color spectrum forming, here above the clouds

[Pre-Chorus]
Girls shouting and exciting,
Monkeys dancing, FED working
Money printed, Girls wasted
Minds bended, worlds merged
Fashion again, monkeys again
Sex, money and fame, human evolved
Tastes like the New World, the brink of destruction
Watch that eye, it won't happen

Water Therapy, Water Therapy
Strange when you hold me, it's all not gone
Sounds like me and river,
I hold the breadth, I exercise
Down the hill, up the tides
I feel the radio, and the girls laughing

Water Therapy, Water Therapy
Water... Therapy, Water... Therapy.

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That's it. To be honest, I know this sounds self-regard but I thought this one was awesome I mean better than anything before.

Thursday, 12 July 2018

First Draft of my new Song... "Time Enough"

[Intro]
Days Over and the ride is new difficult,
And when the days come home,
You get the Mercedez here,
Now that is what I call Prestige
Now do it for you, cause it won't come out of prestige, I'll tell ya'

[Pre-Chorus]
Superhuman of any gender is the way he is
Not because she focuses on internal, but the external
Time enough, Questions their tool,
Questions are to them what pickaxes are to labourers,
They do it but they certainly can't if the pickaxe wrong,
Focus on questions of the body, not the soul
Then let the gratitude fill itself over you
That, my friend, is luck
I can probably call down the spirits
If it wasn't for money, I'd be a great artist
Because I'm a door to the healing spirits.

[Chorus]
Cash won't paint the picture right, if an artist
Alas, all I know money a bad master, but a great servant
When passion meets painful details,
When the purpose is the drive,
When you can paint all at once,
When you can solve the equations,
When you can make history,
Then congratulate yourself, you've joined the ranks,
"Of What?", you ask, then my answer Leonardo Vinci.

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