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I am in a phase of recovery and discovery.

Its been a while since I listened to something with quite a zeal and passion in such a way that I pick up a pen and scribble away. 

This season its John Mayer, Oasis, Lucky Ali and a few others that are constantly at my beck and call thanks to a button called - replay.

Drop his name, 
Push it in and twist the knife again,
 Watch my face, 
As I pretend to feel no pain..
(Heartbreak Warfare)

Even if your hands are shaking,
And your faith is broken.
Even as the eyes are closin',
Do it with a heart wide open.
Say what you need to say..

Hold up,
Hold on,
Don't be scared,
You'll never change what's been and gone,
May your smile (may your smile)
Shine on (shine on)
Don't be scared (don't be scared)
Your destiny may keep you warm
Stop crying your heart out - Oasis

And when you're needing your space, 
To do some navigating,
 I'll be here patiently waiting,
To see what you find
I wont give up - Jason Mraz

Samjhe zamaana ke dil he khilona, 
Jaana hai ab kya hai dil ka lagana, 
Nazroon se na yu humko girana,
Mar bhi gaye toh bhul na jaana.
Shaam savere -Lucky Ali

Did you know John Mayer also teaches music at Berkley and Lucky Ali is the nephew of Meena Kumari the legendary Indian actress? 


Peecee said…
Three of these are ALL time favourites!
Music is panacea. Let it overwhelm you.
I am, digging into it with all my hands.

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