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I love music like a fat kid loves cake. It's the only true way of expressing the muddled up crap we call feelings. Idealistically, I'm a realist. Realistically, I'm an idealist. Overall, I think too much and too philosophically. Venture into the stream of insanity I call my consciousness and take it, as everything, with a grain of salt. The size (and type) of that grain is yours to decide.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

New Song

I know I haven't blogged in a while and I promise to do so soon, but for now here is a new song I wrote.

A Walking Contra(diction) – Anusha Ali 09/18/10 (to a country tune sort of like Our Song by Taylor Swift)


Steppin past the cracks on the sidewalk pavement
Starin straight ahead, clutch your million-dollar handbag
Behind those tinted shades your eyes are saying everything

Slam the front door on your way to the studio
Feelin outa place and you just wanna let it go
Rememberin the day when your high-top boots were laced with snow

Drivin down the highway, cursin as you speed ahead
Wonderin where days of the care-free life you had
Disappeared to on a bright and shiny Sunday morning

[chorus]
The clock says three and you’re already leavin
Turnin past the time but I know you aint comin
Back to me,
Yeah those days were a bliss, as sweet as your cherry lips
But tonight I will rock myself to sleep with the moonlight’s kiss

Roamin round town with the top let down, and
I look through the crowd to see that face, somehow
I know you won’t be lookin back at me, not now

Cuz you have always been a walking contra(diction)
Broken promised roses with your empty sayings
Tryina keep up when you’re falling back, into a blurr

[chorus]

[Bridge]
And maybe we were never meant to say I do
But all this time I thought what we had was true
You never meant to hurt me, this much I know
But I need to let you go if I ever want to grow
Again

[chorus – soft]

[chorus – loud]

Repeat last line of chorus

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