rock_26iin wrote:TOO GOOD...READ THESE OUT WHILE LISTENING TO
Bryan Adams
SUMMER OF '69
Sambhar of 69 (lyrics)
I had my first real six rupees,
stole it from my father's pants.
went to a madrasi hotel,
to eat the sambhar of 69.
Me and some kadke dost,
had it all and we caught bukhaar,
jimy puked, joey got ulcers,
and Bagga ne maari dakar.
Oh when I went back there now,
the food was as stale as ever,
and though it was 1999,
still the sambhar was being served over there,
that was the worst food of my life.
Therez no use in complaining,
when you got no other place to eat,
rushed in the evening to the doctors clinic,
but he too was at the toilet seat, yeah
standing there waiting outside,
nurse told me I will wait forever,
oh and when I held my breath,
I knew that I had to use that loo there
That was the worst food of my life.
Back to the sambhar of 69.
Man I was getting killed,
I was full and restless,
I needed to unwind,
I guess nothing can wait forever - FOREVER... NO
And now the dhabas are changing,
new dishes have come and gone,
sometimes when I pass that old madrasi lane,
I still smell it, I can't be wrong.
Standing in those unwashed clothes,
the waiters still call me in there,
oh the way my nostrils burn,
I know that it will be served forever,
what was the worst food of my life.
yeah it was the sambhar of 69, the sambhar of 69, the sambhar of 69
A similar one on the tune of Hotel California.
On a dark crowded highway
brylcreem in my hair
warm smell of parathas
rising up through the air
up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
my eyes grew dim and my head grew light
I had to stop for the night
there they stood in the doorway
they were desis you could tell
I got out fearfully
saying this will surely be hell
all around us were buildings
Sun, SGI and Dell
I slowly unloaded my things
In the shadows of Intel
welcome to the town of Sunnyvale
such a desi place, such a crazy place
we're livin' it up in the town of Sunnyvale
such a nice surprise, so many people with no lives
my heartstrings were twisted
I wanted to feel at home
where thousands of desis existed
and no white man dared roam
sambar stains on the ceilings
mango lassis on ice
sit and watch the paint peeling
or make daal and boil rice
but my mind revolted
at the very thought
I grabbed my bag and bolted
I'd escape no matter what
and still those voices are calling from far away
wake you up in the middle of the night
I can hear them say
welcome to the town of Sunnyvale
such a desi place, such a crazy place
we're livin' it up in the town of Sunnyvale
such a nice surprise, so many people with no lives
I wake up in a cold sweat thank god it was a dream,
there is no need to fret.
I still live in the Marin.
Oh, I still live in Marin.