Sugar Cubes

You said “I’m gonna buy this place and burn it down,
I’m gonna put it six feet underground.”
You said “I’m gonna buy this place and watch it fall,
Stand here beside me baby in the crumbling walls.”

Oh I’m gonna buy this place and start a fire,
Stand here until I fill all your heart’s desires.
Because I’m gonna buy this place and see it burn
and do back the things it did to you in return.

Ah ah ah, ah ah ah…

You said “I’m gonna buy a gun and start a war,
If you can tell me something worth fighting for.”
Oh and I’m gonna buy this place is what I said.
Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head.

Honey,
All the movements you’re starting to make,
See me crumble and fall on my face
And I know the mistakes that I’ve made,
See it all disappear without a trace.
And they call as they beckon you on,
They said start as you mean to go on.

Start as you mean to go on.

You said “I’m gonna buy this place and see it go,
Stand here beside my baby, watch the orange glow.”
Some will laugh and some just sit and cry,
But you just sit down there and you wonder why?

So I’m gonna buy a gun and start a war,
If you can tell me something worth fighting for.
And I’m gonna buy this place is what I said,
Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head,
Oh to the head.

Honey,
All the movements you’re starting to make
See me crumble and fall on my face
And I know the mistakes that I made
See it all disappear without a trace.
And they call as they beckon you on
They say start as you mean to go on
As you mean to go on,
As you mean to go on…

So meet me by the bridge,
Oh meet me by the lane
When am I going to see
That pretty face again

Meet me on the road
yeah, meet me where I said
Blame it all upon
A rush of blood to the head

-By Coldplay

If you had asked me two years ago what do I think of Om-Kulthoom I would have told you how I devalue her songs and her voice, I was often told that when I “grow up” I’m going to change my mind, and that my opinion shows emotional immaturity. I must say that I never liked black and white Arabic movies either, in fact, I can’t stand Arabic movies in general and more than 90% of Arabic singers and actors/actresses.

Now I feel nostalgic to her voice, and to her songs. I now can see why old men spend time doing nothing other than listening to this unattractive lady with a scarf in her hand, dressing modestly unlike other female singers who reveal of their bodies more than they cover.

It’s funny I always thought of listening to Om-Kulthoom as another “guy thing”, especially that I used to be a fan of Abdul-Haleem, and always thought the love and passion with which he performs his songs are unique. I used to think that men love Om-Kulthoom while women love Abdul-Haleem. Needless to say, I was wrong…

You say you want
Diamonds on a ring of gold
You say you want
Your story to remain untold

But all the promises we make
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you

You say you’ll give me
A highway with no one on it
Treasure just to look upon it
All the riches in the night

You say you’ll give me
Eyes in a moon of blindness
A river in a time of dryness
A harbour in the tempest
But all the promises we make
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you

You say you want
Your love to work out right
To last with me through the night

You say you want
Diamonds on a ring of gold
Your story to remain untold
Your love not to grow cold

All the promises we break
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you

By U2

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in a war,
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

- Pink Floyd

How the hell am I suppose to shop when 5 men have absolutely nothing to do except getting as much close as possible, and annoy the hell out of me while I check out a cool jacket or an elegant skirt? I’ll tell you the answer, I can not, I’ll just flee that is if I didn’t decide not to enter the shop upon seeing the sales persons who are looking at me in anticipation even before they see me heading towards their shop.

Anyways…

So I watched Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire with my brother (who initially wanted to watch Saw 2) right after I came from work, I’m actually exhausted and too sleepy (I might fall asleep on the keyboard any minute) but I thought I’d blog something for the sake of all my loyal readers outhere since I haven’t been as active in the last week (fine, so I’m afraid to lose the very few readers who have stumbled upon my blog by mistake, and hope to read something interesting once in a while :-p ). The movie was more than great, I just loved it so much that the 4/5 Naseem gave for it sounded much less than it deserves. And to my surprise, I laughed a lot.

I have a confession to make though, I have never read any of Harry Potter’s books and only watched the first part of the movie.

“Looking for Comedy in the Muslim World” is the hilarious story of what happens when the U.S. Government sends comedian Albert Brooks to India and Pakistan to find out what makes the over 300 million Muslims in the region laugh. Brooks, accompanied by two state department handlers and his trusted assistant, goes on a journey that takes him from a concert stage in New Delhi, to the Taj Mahal, to a secret location in the mountains of Pakistan. Written and directed by Albert Brooks, “Looking for Comedy in the Muslim World” is a funny and insightful look at some of the issues we are dealing with in a post-9/11 world. The comedy also stars Sheetal Sheth, John Carroll Lynch, Jon Tenney, and Fred Dalton Thompson.

I am awaiting the sunrise
Gazing modestly through the coldest morning
Once it came you lied
Embracing us over autumn’s proud treetops
I stand motionless
In a parade of falling rain
You voice I cannot hear
As I am falling again
Devotion eludes
And in sadness I lumber
In my own ashes I am standing without a soul
She wept and whispered: “I know…”
We walked into the night
Am I to bid you farewell?
Why can’t you see that I try
When every tear is shed
Is for you?

-By Opeth

So I think I’m sick, and I’m under enormous pressure at work, and I’m dizzy and I know I should fetch something to eat but I wish I hadn’t wake up. I’m exhausted. OK thats enough complaining for one day.

Toronto’s Prisoner’s Justice Action Committee invites you to submit your
film / video for possible screening in the second annual Prisoner Justice
Film Festival, February 23-26th 2006!

About the Film Festival

The first Toronto Prisoner’s Justice Film Festival was held in January of
2005 at Innis Town Hall, University of Toronto. The festival drew
hundreds of community members, prison abolitionists, youths, activists,
students, educators, artists, ex-prisoners, family members and allies from
across Ontario.

For more information on submission and getting involved please visit Sumoud

رســـــــــــــا لـة من تحت المـــــــــــــــــاء

ان كنت صديقي .. ساعدني

كي أرحل عنك ..

أو كنت حبيبي .. ساعدني

كي أشفي منك

لو أني أعرف أن الحب خطير جدا

ما أحببت ..

لو أعرف ان البحر عميق جدا

ما أبحرت ..

لو أني أعرف خاتمتي

ما كنت بدأت ..

اشتقت اليك .. فعلمني

أن لا اشتاق

علمني كيف أقص جذور هواك من الأعماق

علمني كيف تموت الدمعة في الأحداق

علمني كيف يموت القلب و تنتحر

الأشواق

ان كنت قويا .. أخرجني

من هذا اليم ..

فأنا لا أعرف فن العوم

الموج الأزرق في عينيك .. يجرجرني نحو الأعماق

وأنا ما عندي تجربه

في الحب .. ولا عندي زورق

ان كنت أعز عليك فخذ بيدي

فأنا عاشقة من رأسي حتي قدمي

اني أتنفس تحت الماء ..

اني أغرق ..

أغرق ..

أغرق ..

Listen to Risala Min Qalandia, a sound track made by Checkpoint 303. Listen to all tunes and soundtracks here

What day is it
And in what month
This clock never seemed so alive
I can’t keep up and I can’t back down
I’ve been losing so much time

Cause it’s you and me and all of the people
Nothing to do, nothing to lose
And it’s you and me and all of the people and
I don’t know why I can’t keep my eyes off of you

All of the things that I want to say
Just aren’t coming out right
I’m tripping on words, you got my head spinning
I don’t know where to go from here

Cause it’s you and me and all of the people
With nothing to do, nothing to prove
And it’s you and me and all of the people and
I don’t know why I can’t keep my eyes off you

Something about you now
I can’t quite figure out
Everything she does is beautiful
Everything she does is right

Cause it’s you and me and all of the people
With nothing to do, nothing to lose
And it’s you and me and all of the people and
I don’t know why I can’t keep my eyes off of

You and me and all of the people
With nothing to do nothin to prove and
It’s you and me and all of the people and
I don’t know why I can’t keep my eyes off of you

What day is it
And in what month
This clock never seemed so alive

By Lifehouse