Friday, February 10, 2012

Animals like Leaves

Below is my favorite song from the Savage Garden, ‘The Animal Song’ from the album ‘Affirmation.’ The song seeks freedom from this intricate world. Playfully I have distorted the song. Though flavor of rhymes, rhythms and meters are lost, still it looks funny to read after reading the original.

Original Song

When superstars and cannonballs are running through your head
the television freak show cops and robbers everywhere
Subway makes me nervous, people pushing me too far
I've got to break away
So take my hand now

Cause I want to live like animals
Careless and free like animals
I want to live
I want to run through the jungle
the wind in my hair and the sand at my feet

I've been having difficulties keeping to myself
Feelings and emotions better left up on the shelf
Animals and children tell the truth, they never lie
Which one is more human
There's a thought, now you decide

Compassion in the jungle
Compassion in your hands
Would you like to make a run for it
Would you like to take my hand

Cause I want to live like animals
Careless and free like animals
I want to live
I want to run through the jungle
the wind in my hair and the sand at my feet

Sometimes this life can get you down
It's so confusing
There's so many rules to follow
And I feel it
'Cause I just run away in my mind
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Distorted Song
When supermalls and cancan dances are drooling in your head
the telephone is the way of life everywhere
suborning and making me devious, poppa, fuss me off afar
I’m wrecking slowly away
So take me where no hand reaches.

Cause I want a leaf  like by animals
Cushy and free for many centennials
I want a leaf
I want to run without a leaf bungle
the wine with the leaves is the saint to me.

I've been having diathesis keeping to myself
Seeing and motions buttress me to shave
Animals and leaves tell me truth, they  are my recipe
Which one is more gourmand
There's a trough, now can reside.

Compulsion is the bungle
Dirty composition is in my heart
Would you like to make a one for me
Would you like to try my hand.

Cause I want a leaf  like by animals
Cushy and free for many centennials
I want a leaf
I want to run without a leaf bungle
the wine with the leaves is the saint to me.

Sometimes this life is duress durn 
It's so effusing 
obsessively rule out 
And I’m fed up with these books
So run away openly, just what my mind says.




Where is the happiness without the sadness?


Where is the happiness without the sadness?
Where is the sympathy without the deprivation?
Where is the care without the carelessness?
Where is the love without the hate?
Where is the success without the malfunction?
Where is the life without the death?

Where is the truth without the lie?
Where is the god without the devil?
Where is the ‘you’ without the ‘I’?
Where is the belief without the unbelief?
Where is the heaven without the evil?
Where is the tension without the relief?

Where is the hope without the fear?
Where is the tree without the shoot?
Where is the month without the year?
Where is the man without the woman?
Where is the baby without the boot?
Where is the carriage without the cabman?

Where are the answers for all these questions?
For the questions are like oceans
And these are the captions
And these are subjects of books;
Where? What? Why? Who? How… fill oceans?
Where the men ponderously to it hooks.



The above nonsense and humorous poem is something like ‘where is the choice in the jail.’  As we know, lock up is mean to break out but life has no choice to be with this.  It’s in the heart, in the soul where lies the reasons of all-the sense.