Friday, January 27, 2012

For those who need it the most.

Regrets collect like old friends

Here to relive your darkest moments

I can see no way, I can see no way

And all of the ghouls come out to play

And every demon wants his pound of flesh

But I like to keep some things to myself

I like to keep my issues drawn

It's always darkest before the dawn


And I've been fool and I've been blind

I can never leave the past behind

I can see no way, I can see no way

I'm always dragging that horse around

All of his questions, such a mournful sound

Tonight I'm gonna bury that horse in the ground

'Cause I like to keep my issues drawn

It's always darkest before the dawn


Shake it out, shake it out

And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back

So shake him off


And I am done with my graceless heart

So tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart

'Cause I like to keep my issues drawn

It's always darkest before the dawn


Shake it out, shake it out


And it's hard to dance with the devil on your back

And given half the chance, would I take any of it back

It's a fine romance but it's left me so undone

It's always darkest before the dawn


And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't

So here's to drinks in the dark, at the end of my rope

And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope

It's a shot in the dark aimed right at my throat

'Cause looking for heaven, for the devil in me

Looking for heaven, for the devil in me

But what the hell, I'm gonna let it happen to me, yeah


Shake it out, shake it out

And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back

So shake him off.

Monday, January 23, 2012

TT Funtoosh

You were always an iconic figure in our family. There were jokes and stories of plots and investments, of your friends in Finland, and the nightclubs and bicycle rides in the cold. There were women who wanted to marry you, but you never settled for any of them. I saw you on a cooking show on TV once, and I believe you won a microwave on it!
I remember once we came home after school to bari ammi’s, starving, and you treated us to Pizza Hut – a big treat back in the late 1990s. Once we hid your cigarettes in the drawing room porcelain box and then bribed them back in exchange for Walls ice cream. You were so generous with us; we wondered why everyone in the family claimed you were stingy. Is it because you ironed your own clothes or cooked from time to time?

I was one of the last people to meet you. You had tea and kababs in my lounge a few weeks ago, wearing your plum blazer. Your booming voice, fanciful stories and unconvincing vows to finally settle down will always remain with us. We will remember you with fond memories, and apologize that our matchmaking skills failed miserably for the past two decades. I hope you meet your perfect match in heaven. Untimely and difficult to digest, the fateful morning phone call was yours this time. I can’t believe I’m writing about you in the past tense already. But I hope you rest in Peace.