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Himalayan Project - "Postcards From Paradise"
Lyrics to Postcards From Paradise : I was raised in a cosmopolitan spot, caught amidst the politics of men Where we sit, shit, frolic in dirt, smoke chronic herb and wish for things Picture rickshaws, gaudy with yellow and black trimmings Three wheels hydroplane, against the gravel Through overcrowded gullies, swellin like pregnant bellies With monsoon rains, corrugated iron roofs, sway in the violent winds The sediment stinks, like rotten lettuce left since spring My ethnic settlements, evidence, decadence lives Brown folks nude playing, bathin shittin drinkin prayin Layin In the same puddle, riddled with mosquitoes, the size of bald eagles Breedin malaria, no vaccine, aint no quinine We deep inside hysteria, outside of history On the fray, lost as a paisley patterned teardrop In the Arabian sea, off the coast of Bombay [Hook] Something like love, something like hope Something like beautiful, something I wrote But postcards from paradise rarely sent to me Postcards from paradise werent meant for me [x2] Songs play, Ghulam Alis urdu ghazals wailin from a pastry shop, Buzzing with flies, over stale things a sepia hued veil slips over the sky Allah U-Akbar a clerics voice cries atop the dome from a moghul influenced minaret across the street from a temple where drums beat to shivas steps Upanishad texts, holy men in tunics bless The destitute, prostitues, whats the cost of truth' A lucid clear eyed prophet sits on my stoop His brown hair locked in a basket like strands of joot The mans a mute, its a wonder his mandibles move Hurling curses, reciting verses, they say he sensed a feud Of Hindus murderin Muslims and vice-a-versa Diego, my neighbor, got his neck slit with a sickle In the name of a sacred purge, yeah Later that summer, my cityside was swept with murder Religious fervor [Hook] Something like love, something like hope Something like beautiful, something I wrote But postcards from paradise rarely sent to me Postcards from paradise werent meant for me [x2] So two gods cant live in the same alley, side by side Religious riots, firebrands scar a black night Flashback to a past life Fatehgunj Housing spheres overlooking thatch and shoddy made dung huts Shantytowns sprout then, stick out like gout Politicians talkin bout forward progress NOW So these beautiful folks had their huts burned to the ground But genius lies in all things simplified Theyd take cow shit, mixed it with grass, a few twigs Exposed to the sun, it hardened once plastered to a few bricks Add some sweat and you have a makeshift apartment Follow the stark stench of humans, fume and disease Where my peoples get by simply on ritual beliefs Its steeped deep in what the british did before they flee Left more than just English literature, cricket, whiskey and tea Psychological damage, famines, but we managed Cause even a rose grows through cracks of concrete And a lotus floats hope in the stream of the ganges Theres love here, but hate too, for that you can blame karma And nah, we just aint Deepak Chopra and our famed martyr So why would you wanna travel any place farther You can come-leave-reassured, your worlds a safe harbor So here it is, the picturesque postcard you chase after Complete with Taj Mahals, camels and snake charmers [ Postcards From Paradise Lyrics ]
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