Quantum of Solace

Here's something that I've been writing in the past few days, in lyric form. A study of a lyric my rock-star-wannabe friends have been soliciting from me for their rock band. If I had some musical knowledge (notes, g-clef's and stuff?), I'd probably pen the song myself. That's my excuse.

What's your excuse?

I got car-bombed in Islamabad
Hijacked in the Horn of Africa
Waylaid in Bosnia-Herzegovina
Mugged in the streets of Manhattan

Hey, you!
What's your excuse?
What's your excuse?
I want to hear
Your excuse, your excuse

What happened to whatever?
Saving the world together
Never mind the weather
What happened to forever?

Did you
Strike it rich in Congo?
Hitch a prince in Sao Paolo?
Reach Nirvana in Reno?
Find peace in Kosovo?

Hey, you!
What's your excuse?
What's your excuse?
I want to hear
Your excuse, your excuse

What happened to whatever?
Saving the world together
Never mind the weather
What happened to forever?

What happened to whatever?
Saving the world together
Never mind the weather
What happened to forever?

Bittersweet

Re-reading The God of Small Things. No matter how many times. Still pierces, deep, to the heart, to the spirit, to the soul just the same. As it did, the first time. The pain just clings, stays, lingers. And you become Rahel. Estha. Ammu. Velutha. Those small things. That God.

Why I Write

This ain't Vanity. It's Ennui.