drops of jupiter

Now that she's back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there's a time to change, hey
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey

But tell me, did you sail across the sun?
Did you make it to the Milky Way
To see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated?

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star?
One without a permanent scar
And then you missed me
While you were looking for yourself out there?

Now that she's back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation, hey
She checks out Mozart while she does Tae-Bo
Reminds me that there's room to grow, hey

Now that she's back in the atmosphere
I'm afraid that she might think of me as
Plain ol' Jane told a story about a man
Who was too afraid to fly so he never did land

But tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet?
Did you finally get the chance
To dance along the light of day
And head back to the Milky Way?

And tell me, did Venus blow your mind?
Was it everything you wanted to find?
And then you missed me
While you were looking for yourself out there

Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
Your best friend always sticking up for you
Even when I know you're wrong?

Can you imagine no first dance, freeze-dried romance
Five-hour phone conversation
The best soy latte that you ever had, and me?

But tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet?
Did you finally get the chance
To dance along the light of day
And head back toward the Milky Way?

But tell me, did you sail across the sun?
Did you make it to the Milky Way
To see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated?

And tell me, did you fall for a shooting star?
One without a permanent scar
And then you missed me
While you were looking for yourself?

And did you finally get the chance
To dance along the light of day?
And did you fall for a shooting star?
Fall for a shooting star?
And now you're lonely looking for yourself out there
-Train






Drops of Jupiter is Train's second album, released in 2001. The album's title is derived from "Drops of Jupiter (Tell Me)", its first single which was extremely popular and won the Grammy Award for Best Rock Song. As an album, Drops of Jupiter is difficult to classify within a single genre, though many in the industry put the album in the Adult Contemporary Market. Indicative of Train's style, the album contains elements of rock, country and indie rock.

adroitness

Wondrous work of art
Excuse me, the young gentleman behind the cart
Do you understand what the sun is trying to say to you?
Yes sir, it says if I am not the glaze then who?
The girl next to the lagoon sits to ponder
Is it the forlornness or just the feathers that are so tender?
The elephant looked gigantic
An experience that was so frantic
The sloth never moved, molly never chewed, drone seemed to buzz
Aw little Ema, why the fuss?
Too many identities, too many attributes,
This is why I am confused.
Mr. David cheered them up
Treated them each, with a pancake cup
Innocence painted their faces
As I noticed, heh, adorable little kids, messed up their shoe laces.

eccentric

“I AM like this!” She would always say this. Not concerned with people, care the least of what they think of her, you’ll always find her listening to music on her electric blue ipod or sipping coffee at a nearby coffee shop, right opposite the biggest book shop in Khan Market. In winters, she would be tucked in probably 5 layers of clothing, shivering, even then.
“Lost in her own world” they say, but she would rectify them and tell them passionately that she is always in a thinking mode. And all creative people want their own space and like they say, are “lost in their own worlds”. Though she calls herself a modest person, she would never leave an opportunity to reinforce her presence when standing in a group. She bursts out in laughter listening to a song in the club that amuses her, only to realise that the song has changed and people are looking at her, wondering if she is crazy or she is crazy.
Lots of expectations from herself, she expects some from her loved ones too. Yet, she would state that she doesn’t expect from anyone and expect the same from them too!
Is she a nut job? Well even if she isn’t, she would love being called so. After all, it’s fun being different from the crowd?
She is very clumsy yet pretty civilized when it comes to dressing up herself and managing her hair. Hysterical, but pretend to be robust, a rebel yet sensitive to social issues, she confuses me. Heh.
She is contradiction; she IS like this, perhaps, eccentric!

name

Is it your identity? I thought your deeds, your actions, accomplishments, your value system etc defines your identity.
In a recent chat with a friend, I got into an argument on the same. He stated that a name gives you an existence. EXISTENCE! That’s a dejected word to be used here in this context!
Agreed if I address you as “person” or “man” or “woman”, every other person or man or woman would turn towards me wondering if I yelled out “their” name or “their” name.
A name is important for your labeling but your characterization would only be from what you are as a human being, be it an animal or a homo sapien.
My name is black. Umm , does that mean I am evil, a demon, a goth? But hey, I go to the temple everyday, I wash my hands before eating food , I don’t pluck flowers from the garden. Then why am I a devil? Oh yes my “name” is black!
Every name has a meaning, it’s said so. Sigh, the irony is that I am not compatible with my name. My name symbolizes softness, elegance, and I do not want to get into the details of my actual self since,
“modesty is the best policy”
- Pedestrian
Different States when brought together, give us a colourful variety of names, from Anand to Aryan, from Genji to Ryan and from Amitabh to Abhishek. :)
When you are a kid, your family calls you “chotu”. And when you grow up, they still call you “chotu” at home. When you have your own kids, they will still call you “chotu”. Thankfully I escaped this tradition of being addressed as “chotu”. Well I was a disturbed, irritable kid. So my parents, instead called me "Miss ru ru" (somebody who cribs ALL the time).
This is called , being NAME'SICK'!

vicissitudes

I stepped on my past. It is a reflection of my present.

I smile, close my eyes, and look at myslef . I have transformed, maybe too much.

They hate me, they love me. They direct me, they disgrace me.

I am physically untouched. They were always there, but 'they' never existed.

Bereaved, never made it public. Content, never made it public.

Deep beyond the ocean bed, was my nerve.

He who emerged out of mystic powers, he who never coloured the dark.

I respect him.