Paper Duck: 07/30/10

Friday, July 30, 2010

If I had a brand - Here's a possible tag

how I love picasa 3 by google and good old paintbrush of course.

Sing it like you mean it

Songs repeat often enough in my head, they become completely different.

For instance, once - the entire taxi ride from Nariman Point to Dadar I sang “Ain’t no mountain high enough” to myself.

[Well, when I say ‘myself’ I mean ‘myself and the taxi driver uncle’. I sometimes get into a sing-y mood and then I seldom realise when it’s stopped being humming-in-my-head to singing-so-everyone-can-hear. My singing is nothing to be proud of either. I should actually be referring to it as ‘singing’ within quotes, but well now that I have informed you, there is no real need for that.]

So I was singing ‘Ain’t no mountain’. The first five times it was sung pretty much -what sounded to me like- the right way. Nice and cheery. Love song. However, by the time I reached Dadar it was sung to the tune of a stalker wanting someone dead.

Remember the day

They set me free

I told you, you could count on seeing me

Darling

And from that day on, I made a vow

I’d make sure I got you

Someway. Somehow.

Heh.

Don't run.

Don't scream.

Oh baby cos,

There ain't no mountain high enough

Ain't no valley low enough

There ain't no river wide enough

To keep me from getting to you

Babe.

You know it.

Of course, I had by this time also modified my voice to what I felt was more suitable for a killer on the loose. I was so into it that I missed my turning. The taxi guy muttered something about ‘gaane’ as I asked him to turn back. What a ride. That was also the day I got my pink elephant wallet and a red mat. Good day.

Every day I want to fly, stay by my tie.

Every day I go to fly, just guard my tie.

Every morning, I wake up and need to pee

Every morning,

Need to pee.

Can’t get this out of my head.

I'd hold you closer tiny dancer,

But

I may just squish you with my hand.

Don't come closer tiny dancer

Hey, where did you go

Squish*.