Music & Lyrics


Root 3 by ‘Kumar Patel’

( Harold and Kumar – Escape from Guantanamo Bay )

I fear that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
A three is all that’s good and right
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath a vicious square-root sign?

I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick
With just some quick arithmetic
I know I’ll never see the sun
As 1.7321

Such is my reality
A sad irrationality
When, hark, just what is this I see?
Another square root of a three
Has quietly come waltzing by

Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
And with a wave of magic wands
Our square-root signs become unglued
And love for me has been renewed.

Krishna Das

Image courtesy of PUREMUSIC and special thanks to Marilynne Morshead

Whenever I listen to Hindu related music, I am always reminded of Krishna Das (KD). I mean, his ‘bhajans’ have depth and essence. Its just so beautiful. Some of my favs are ‘ Estascy, Shiva, Hara Hara Mahadeva, Mountain Hare Krishna, Township Krishna, Maa Durga, …’ etc. The mood it gives you is so extraordinary as if the energy is channeled directly from the Anahata. Throw away the depressive ones, and rejoice in bliss…:)

The universe works in unimaginable ways…it is forever waiting for one to open up to it…to be empty, so it can pour itself. Such is KD’s story…his inner lead him to an extraordinary Master named Shri Neem Karoli Baba (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neem_Karoli_Baba). Baba evolved his disciples thru Bhakti Yoga (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bhakti_Yoga). One can clearly feel the creativity in KD’s work. Another famous musician disciple of Shri Neem Karoli Baba is Jai Uttal.

Enjoy Divine Ecstasy :)

An excerpt about KD ( fm www.krishnadas.com ) :

Sharing his heart through music and chanting is the basis of Krishna Das’ own spiritual work his way of serving the Divine within himself and others.

In the winter of 1968, Krishna Das met Ram Dass, who had just returned from his first trip to India. After living and traveling with Ram Dass in the U.S., and hearing Ram Dass’ many stories about Maharaj-ji, Krishna Das traveled to India, where he was blessed to meet and stay with this extraordinary guru.

While living in India for almost three years, Krishna Das’ heart was especially drawn to the practice of Bhakti Yoga—the yoga of devotion. Fanning the flames of his inner longing, Maharaj-ji led him deeper and deeper into the practice of kirtan—chanting the Names of God. As an appointed pujari (priest) for the Durga temple in Maharaj-ji’s ashram in the foothills of the Himalayas, Krishna Das immersed himself in the worship of the Divine Goddess.

Krishna Das spent as much time as possible with Maharaj-ji over the years in India, opening himself to the flow of Grace and purifying his heart. Early in 1973, he was asked by Maharaj-ji to return to America.

Krishna Das says,

‘At what would turn out to be my last darshan of Maharaj-ji’s physical body, I was petrified with fear about returning to the U.S. after so many years. I hadn’t worn a pair of jeans or shoes for such a long time that I couldn’t imagine what it would be like. I didn’t want to ask Maharaj-ji what I should do in America, but all of a sudden I blurted out in anguish, ‘Maharaj-ji! How can I serve you in America?’

‘He looked at me with mock disgust and said, ‘What is this? If you ask how you should serve then it is no longer service. Do what you want.’ I couldn’t believe my ears. How could doing what I wanted to do be of service to him? I didn’t have that kind of faith. I just sat there, stunned. Then after a minute or so he looked over at me, smiling sweetly, and asked, ‘So, how will you serve me?’

‘My mind was blank. It was time for me to leave for Delhi, to catch the plane back to the States. He was looking at me and laughing. I bent down and touched his feet for the last time and when I looked up he, he was beaming at me, ‘So, how will you serve me in America?’ I felt like I was moving in a dream. I floated across the courtyard and bowed to him one more time from a distance. As I did, the words came to me, ‘I will sing to you in America.’

Soon afterwards, during the full moon in September, Neem Karoli Baba left his body. Now he had to be found within. The chanting, the meditation, the puja and all the wonderful time spent with Maharaj-ji turned out to be seeds that he himself had planted in my heart… seeds that would keep growing and blossom by his Grace.

Over the years Krishna Das has made numerous pilgrimages throughout India, meeting teachers and saints of many spiritual traditions on his quest to open and purify his heart. Living in jungles, in ashrams, and in holy places throughout India, he has had an opportunity to absorb the ancient truths that have been held by the Indian culture for thousands of years. He has studied Buddhist meditation practices with Anagarika Munindra and S.N. Goenka, and has been initiated into Tibetan Buddhist practices by lamas from various lineages.

Krishna Das has been chanting on a regular basis in yoga centers all over the world. He has taught with Ram Dass and sung for many saints and yogis here and in India.

The Same Day, The Same Night,
But I am not the same anymore.
During those lonely evenings,
No one was ever mine.

Even the moon and the stars,
asks what has happened ?
I am the same, you are the same,
but the moment is different.

My friend,
you didn’t understand,
i never ever belonged to the world.

Lost my heart and my nights,
What else is there left to search?
We complain on others,
But our own also betrayed us.
Couldn’t find anyone in this world that felt like mine,
The current has also smeared me.

My friend,
you didn’t understand,
i never ever belonged to the world.

Relationships happen,
eventually to break.
My friend, my friend
How are we to live?

Download the MP3 Here:

http://rapidshare.com/files/105808121/04.Moray.Piya_by_Jal_The_Band__Boondh_.mp3.html

I was amazed by the Buddha Bar Edit of it …
Whatever it means, I’m sure its awesome. ;)

Amatevi

Chiancinu l’occhi mei
p’un s’asciucari
amuri cca t’haju lassari
m’accumpagnu p’a via
chi me suspiri
u cielu supra a mia
m’aiuta a chianciri.

Luci cu suli – ca luna
a notti s’appoja – jornu chi fuji
disiu ri paci – scantu ri guerra
ciatu – paroli
l’acqua s’asciuca – u siccu si vagna
disiu ri paci – scantu ri guerra.