Wednesday, February 28, 2007


Howard Jones Live @ Jambase - 27th Feb, 07

Accoustic with Robin Boult

What a fantastic gig!
Together we can cast away the fear
Together we can wipe away the tear
Together we can strip down the barriers
And be one
Don't wanna talk about the weather
Don't wanna talk about the news
Just wanna get to the real you inside

Like to get to know you well
So we can be one
So we can be one together

Come on sing a long to this song

Words: Howard Jones

Wednesday, January 31, 2007


I stood inside of something I'd outgrown
A simple sadness in the great unknown
Words: Roddy Frame

Thursday, January 25, 2007


Indus Valley School of Art and Architecture

The Nusserwanjee Building is a 100 year old Kharadar landmark. It was relocated, stone by stone, to become a part of the IVS campus. A monumental undertaking, all 20,000 sq. ft. of the building has been transported to a beautiful new site by the sea.

This is the place I live
Where is everyone? Are we the only ones?
This is the place I live
And so does everyone, so does everyone.

Words: E.B.T.G.

Tuesday, January 23, 2007


This place seems so familiar
But then I can't be sure

Words: Depeche Mode

Friday, January 19, 2007


Did I imagine or do these walls have eyes
Did I imagine they held us hypnotized
Life in slow motion somehow it don't feel real
Words: David Gray

Cooco's Den - If you haven't had dinner on the roof top, close to midnight, with the temperature around -2, you haven't lived - or at least experienced Lahore as it should be in late December.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007


New year's eve - started my meal in 2006 and finished it in 2007


Auriga Complex, Gulberg


Take your eyes of me
There's nothing here to see
Just trying to keep my head together

Words: David Gray


There’s a man I meet walks up our street
He’s a worker for the council
Has been twenty years
And he takes no lip off nobody
And litter off the gutter
Puts it in a bag
And never seems to mutter
And he packs his lunch in a sunblest bag
The children call him bogie
He never lets on
But I know ’cause he once told me
He let me know a secret about the money in his kitty
He’s gonna buy a dinghy
Gonna call her dignity

Words: Deacon Blue


And the driver turned about and said,
"Finding what you want is like
Trying to divide ice from snow"

Words: Justin Currie


The space between
The wicked lies we tell
And hope to keep safe from the pain

Words: Dave Mathews

Tuesday, January 16, 2007


Images from the Lahore Museum - 10th January, 2007

And the sun would glint
An a time well spent
An a time that ain't no more

Words: David Gray

Wednesday, December 20, 2006


You'll hear my reputation anywhere you ask
They'll say I'm always chasing, so the die is cast
'Cause everytime I fall in love, out falls the past

Words: Del Amitri

Saturday, December 16, 2006


& it's you & me in the summertime

we'll be hand in hand down in the park

with a squeeze & a sigh & that twinkle in your eye

& all the sunshine banishes the dark

Words: The Sundays


gone forever
the writing on the wall
they've boarded up the cinema
strawberry dreams and the dust-filled beams
shut down in a modern town ...
feel the city inside you
leave this city behind you

Words: The Sundays


But then this bird just flew away
She was never meant to stay
Oh to keep her caged
Would just delay the spring

Words: Travis

Sunday, December 10, 2006


I recently heard a new song by Justin Currie. As the song is yet to be (officially) released, I sat down and transcribed the lyrics because I think the words are very relevant and deserve attention.

No, Surrender

Big Macs for the fat
low-cal wraps for the call centre battery hens
Japanese snacks for the choice folks citizens
caviar kickbacks for the citadel denizens
airport shoe shine servicing the suits
among the little silver stereos and hand rolled cheroots
first class passengers file on last
after the scum are packed in with their tax-free loot
checkout calamity, cheated out of loyalty points
ten more years of this joint you’d be home and dry
beggars beat round the cash machine
but you just slip between them with the usual lie
terrible tales of kidnapped kids
keep you focused on the family and filling up the fridge
neighborhood watchers, shop door dodgers
stick their semis on the market and start racking up the bits

Should you stand and fight?
Should you die for what you think is right,
so your useless contribution will be remembered?
If you’re asking me, I say
No, surrender.
No, surrender.

Constant growth the cancerous cure
a swarming race of profiteers ensure
cheap cars for the rich
cheap lives for the poor
cheap weeks in the sun
free drinks at the door
puerile propaganda plugs up the TV
keep folk following the money so they’ll never be free
keep them swallowing the swill
the celebrities, the paedophiles,
the immigrants invading from the camp over the hill
war talk, the big debate
foot soldiers in the capital liberating new kinds of hate
come shots of human dots caught in the spotlight glare
he dies who dares,
fatuous fast track are sneering at the shelf stackers
little middle-Englanders can’t stand the backpackers
fortress freedom, come on in
take your chances, you might win

Should you stand and fight?
Should you die for what you think is right,
so your useless contribution will be remembered?
If you’re asking me, I say
No, surrender.
surrender, surrender

Sunset beaches, security patrol
keep out the undesirables who don’t accept the code
equal opportunity to live in total poverty
execute the ignorant, incarcerate the slow
car caressant managers, choking up the avenues
braindead patriots standing in salute
paperwork raining again and again
so the billionaires can claim there’s an enemy to shoot
pill pushers, door steppers
personal goal shoppers, life style trend-setters
meditating mind benders
hair-brained share sellers pumping out stocks
‘til you’re choking on a chain letter, avalanche of dross
dog squads trawling through every country
tracking down fools who are bullshit hungry
blinded by divinity, followers fall
into the mantrap saddle on the way to war
athletes compete in grand charades
while tanks flatten streets and a nation laughs
visa holders gape at the changing guards
while creeps bribe bums to take their photographs
film fans flock to the latest schlock
blockbusters block out even the vaguest thought
bankrupt schools grind out fool after fool
and feed them to a system where idiots rule
polling booths, phone votes, bogus questionnaires
you get a say as if anybody cares
Joe Public doesn’t wanna play,
so liquidate his life as he looks the other way
don’t get sick, don’t get wise,
or they’ll gut you with a justice where everything is lies
march down main street, complain if you want
but it’s 20 years straight for the losers at the front

If you’re asking me, I say
No, surrender.

If you’re asking me, I say
No, surrender.
just surrender.

Words: Justin Currie

Saturday, December 09, 2006


Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair ... or else!

Friday, December 08, 2006


[Lord, shine a light for me]
[I'm waiting to be called]
[I'm ready to go home]
[I'm ready to receive forgiveness for my sins]
[I'm ready to begin]

Morten Harket