Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Rocket Man by Elton John
She packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour nine a.m.
And i'm gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much i miss my wife
It's lonely out in space
On such a timeless flight
And i think it's gonna be a long long time
Till touch down brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think i am at home
Oh no no no i'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone
Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact it's cold as hell
And there's no one there to raise them if you did
And all this science i don't understand
It's just my job five days a week
A rocket man, a rocket man
And i think it's gonna be a long long time...
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Sounds like you are homesick, Rajiv!
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Drivers (especially for long trips) in India frequently have CDs packed with mp3 files that they play while you're on a ride with them. I always ask them to play their "usual" music, and I'm especially fond of Indian "fusion" - and if I like a selection or a singer or group that I've never heard before, I ask them to write down (or sound out) the name of the group. Then I try to locate works by that artist when I return to the US. I have picked up a couple of really new musical interests this way.
Unfortunately, one such acquired taste was for a German grunge band that one driver liked... ;-)
Anyway, I have a number of albums on my iPod that "take me back to Mother India" whenever I play them.
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