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Deconstructing Harry
A Pure Fiction


X: Don't fuck-up with politics and poetry.




Y: don’t fuck poets either and get double fucked!


X: Remember Plato’s idea about poets. Poets are searching there true self. That true self is false one. Read poetry of Radovan Karadzic. You find something horrible. Killer of masses can be good poets.


Y: "poets are searching there true self. That true self is false one. "


Hey man, what science is for? Though sciences find true things? [You are terrific moron!] Why looking at poets? Let poets do what they feel and you fuckers keep your tastes with yourselves.


I don’t understand even this crap " killer of masses can be good poets" seem to me you’re fucked up with totally misunderstood endless books or something totally gone wrong somewhere, pls check your credit cards!


If I need to be platonic, it is up to me,, I don’t want you to teach me what i shall read or do. Take some medicine man, ...




X: That is what I wanted. Be your boss of yourself. Trust no one. Deny toxic knowledge. Don't get panic. I will deconstruct your Boondi translations VERY SOON. Those are wrong in many sense.


Y: I KNEW WHERE YOU ARE DIRECTING. GO AHEAD! EITHER YOU WILL GET MEDICINE OR EAT ALL YOUR BOOKS ON THE WAY!!!


YOU SHIT HEADS ARE NONETHELESS WORTH THE SAID WORD, BELIEVING ALL THE MISUNDERSTOOD WRITTTEN OR PRINTED ON BOOKS, NEVER USE YOUR OWN HEAD, IS A MISERY MAN. FUCK WITH DECONSTRUCTION. I KNOW THE DEPTH YOU CAN PLAY.


FIRST BE READY TO FACE ALL THE SHIT YOU HAVE MISSED IN DECONSTRUCTION DUE TO LACK OF TOPOLOGY, YOU WILL END UP THERE. CRAZY FUCKERS...


X: Thanks.


Y: "Deny toxic knowledge."


SEE YOURSELF SOONER OR LATER!


X: I told you earlier that kindly poet's becomes evil beings. Now you already prove that. Darling i will show how you made mistakes in your Sinhala translations. For example- is it correct to translate phenomenology as sansidhimaya. According to your translation Stalinism is harsher than Nazism in Zizek. Is it correct? I do not want TO destroy you. Please study properly before translates anything. Don't be a tabloid translator.


Y: Why poets can’t become evil in this world as you start this dialogue in a filthy manner stating "Don't fuck-up with politics and poetry.” is that the phenomenological output come from you conscious mind to criticize what I am doing now? In that case I am also consuming the same rights to respond you the way you depict.


Zizek's matter: it is what he has mentioned in his interview. Though he might have different analogies as well, but that was his spontaneous reaction to the said question.


don’t think destroying anybody even though excluding myself by your words, but be mannered and know your limits when you accessing people anywhere in this cyber space, nobody will trust mythical creatures suddenly appear on cyber space, as you claimed before, it is true that I never trust anyone here to accept there opinions in such a way propagating to me. I am using net for last ... I am using net since 1996 so I have enough experience to avoid crazy characters appearing to download their very sickness on to us for their phantasm oriented pleasures.


if you are serious about correcting what ever I have written that is just for the sake of readers not to deconstruct me or something else, if in either direction happens it is just totally upside down story. If so it shows your understanding on deconstruction as you believe it, is the final threat you can throw into someone to stop him or terrorize him. It is "ok" for the guys who are not having gone through the original works of what deconstruction means or as a tool what the extremities that it has operable, not for me or my studies. I haven’t done any philosophical work here to deconstruct by any one or no one.


all I have written is to just put some attempt to initiate some lateral thinking on poor readers who are caged on Sinhala only reading, if and only if that prevails, I wrote though more or less perfect writings doesn’t mean to be attacked in a such way, but to rectify the shortcomings with some gratitude towards the humble readers. Even though i can retain myself without doing any damn thing or without sparing some labor onto these translations, but I committed myself to do something even though nobody is attempting such in this space, [have you done anything in Boondi to hail the reader's knowledge what you preached me that I hate toxicity or what ...?] That is the fact you have missed at the end of the day.


Criticizing is essential but do something to enlarge the minds of others, just without trying being some pioneers to self or becoming theoreticians to kill opponents throwing words or writing word games to prove or disapprove enigmas and becoming daydreamers.


Nobody has done anything perfect since ever.


few last things, I want to acknowledge you that I am not a poet in any sense of what you are thinking of or else and I don’t want to exchange ideas with anonymous characters , it is a total waste of my time, hence do not expect anymore messages through this contact.


There exist a commenting facility for each and every post at Boondi site; you can express any of your comments except filthy lines, which will be deleted of course we are running a parallel site for kids as well.


For constructive comments, no one needs to get prior consent from the authors or the translators for the sake of the reader’s goodness.


If you have consciousness to express something for the Sri Lankan readers at Boondi, you are welcome to write your ideas as articles or what ever the form you desire.




X: ok.. Goodbye .



p.s. This is a pure fictional story; no character or event having any resemblence with past or future of actual events and people.

Today I will post here a strange thing as conflicting so far though I was continuing with many misunderstood words and contexts related posts till the last one about high definition matrix of the human eye. This poem is by Ajith C Herath, a veteran revolutionist and critical poet in our time. He depicts the reality of the struggle in Sri Lanka for the last forty years since Sri Lanka was conceived the Marxist specters of armed struggle since radical revolutionary party the so called JVP, Janatha Vimukthi Peramuna or the People’s Liberation Front, proclaimed two unsuccessful revolutions in the island since its origin in late sixties. At the mid of the seventies the North Eastern Tamil people were engulfed into a similar attempt towards their liberation through another armed struggle headed by Tamil revolutionaries called Liberation Tamil Tigers of Elam, LTTE.


This poem depicts the final realm both of these struggles had to face in the capitalistic regimes.


Seven Dreams

First Dream -You never noticed


I was falling
from unimaginable points of infinity.
Mucky water surged
through the streets of the city.
Moments before I fell
On to the water,
I woke up an infant
In a cradle floating among debris.
I passed men and women
Smiling and waving at me,
Wading through muddy water,
Gathering up their clothes.


When the cradle toppled
Into a sewer,
I leaned out,
Shivering and unbearably cold
I crawled out of the cradle
Eagerly following you,
But you never noticed!
Suddenly, someone grabbed me
and threw me back into the surge.
Once again I was falling and falling.
Just before hitting the ground,
I felt I was waking up.




Second Dream –Your kiss did not lift the curse I was suffering


the rain was endless.
You stared out of the window.
The mist from your breath
blurred the Knuckles1 mountain range.


I was falling asleep,
knocked out by chloroform,
when I woke up
from a tear slipping out of your eye.
Stretched out on the dissecting table
I stared at you.


Once, for the last time,
You held me gently and kissed me,
Opened the window and dumped me out,
Then left the science lab
Never to return to school.
And your kiss never lifted the curse I suffered,
Nor did I ever wake up, before falling.




Third Dream - The bridge that could not be conquered


Naked they made you kneel down on the bridge,
Tightened your hands on your back.
To save your life,
I screamed and scraped the earth
For the last rifle none of you ever revealed.
It had carved itself underground;
I could not find it!
Corpses were floating downstream.
Since,
Whenever I pass this bridge,
I fall into the waters with a wounded heart.
I am still falling.




Forth Dream - I saw the blue skies and the clouds


sitting on a rotten plank bed
under a passion fruit hedge in the detention camp
I was thinking of ways to escape.
Softly you whispered into my ear
that digging a tunnel
I might be able to see
yet another blue sky with white clouds
beyond a range of seven mountains and large forests.


When the public well was abandoned
And the water was calm at noon,
I sat on the rim of the well
And looking down
Found that tunnel.
The bottomless well revealed
Yet another blue sky and white clouds
From the other end of the earth,
And you stared at me through my own eyes.


Ere the images faded:
Blue sky, white clouds and your face,
I wanted to flee through the well
Before the waters were ruffled
By buckets of detainees by the dozen.
Again. Through an endless hole
I was falling towards the blue sky.




Fifth Dream - Blue tarpaulin pyre


When the cradle was burning
Along with the camp hut of blue tarpaulin,
You came out crawling
Your tiny hands and legs burnt,
As I was helplessly watching
Your fearful struggle.
Once, for an instant, our eyes met.
I will never know, if you noticed.
Crawling
You passed fossilized me,
Fell into a ditch
And disappeared amongst
Dead bodies and smoke …
The ditch that protected you
Was leveled into a tomb by bulldozers.
As they faded into the distance
All I could see was that tiny hand
Above the sands.




Sixth Dream - As I was late, I missed you forever


I woke up in sorrowful vigilance.
Unaware, if it was early or late.
It was still dark.
All of a sudden, a feeling persisted
that someone somewhere was waiting for me.
Who and where was uncertain,
At times it might have been you.
The days ahead, the tasks and appointments,
Were torn off the calendar.
Only the months and days that had passed are remaining …


Walking along the A-9 road,
I cleared the last military checkpoint,
Yet nowhere could I see you.
As I was late,
I did not know if you had left.
I was in the Vanni2, but you were not there.
So I was sitting on the doorstep
Of a house in ruins
Waiting with your half of the cigarette …




Seventh Dream - The past shattered and floated away


Once the search operation had been completed,
The soldiers left.
And in the demolished room I found
our group’s last portrait
Torn into shreds.
Lingering on those time-faded scattered pieces
was our smile
of the last moments we spent together
Just before going our ways
towards unknown destinies.
I placed the pieces on the window sill
wanting to mend them.
A sudden mysterious wind
stirred them up.
Piece by piece they scattered
with the last autumn leaves
Moving to sites far away.
We had become tiny pieces of paper
tumbling away in the wind.




Reflections on the Metamorphoses


lying on a bed early at dawn,
listening to the song of a bird
Is a dream
which may collapse from a fatal scream
in yet another dream.


Who are you?
Dream by dream …
You follow me, while I follow you
and before we can meet
you escape
only to reappear in different form.
Who are you?


Who are we?
Following each other, escaping each other again
through the mountains, valleys and meadows
that once we crossed.
Who are we?
Thousands of metamorphoses in a single soul,
Thousands of souls in a single shape.




Even now,
I can not distinguish myself from you,
As I cannot tell you apart from the others.
You are the prime universal matter,
while I am but the reflector.


With the second wave,
the corpses were flushed out to sea
and the swords were cleaned.
Everything but the difference
between the quick and the dead
was washed away…


The nights they want to erase from our memory
knock on the doors
of wrecked houses full of bullet holes.
The dreams that were dreamt
during sleepless nights
now are but short notes in an old diary…
Paths never taken at the junction of indecision
are blurring in the mist of time.


The cheap coffin which held your corpse
was abandoned in the middle of marshland.
Yet I saw people in a procession holding up high
the golden baldachin of the killer.
The deception passed justly unnoticed,
as similar ones had recurred in cycles.


A frog nailed its soul to the dissecting table
Split its chest and took out its heart,
while, its tongue stretched out,
it enjoyed seeing its own blood flow.
“This is my blood which I had long determined
to shed for your liberation.”
From that time on, no-one would ever die of starvation.


The last prayer rising up from the sorrowful darkness
Of Gethsemane3 gardens
did it not echo the holy truth
Revealed from Parileyiya4 jungle during the cold rains?


The harmonious calm of solitude
Experienced in a lonely school building in Bolivia
Or in the cremation chamber of Borella5 Cemetery
Or on the sands of blood-soaked Nandikadaal lagoon6,
Is the same silence remaining
at the far end of the universe
which the human race will never reach
while lugging their bundles of sins.




Conclusion


Freedom can only be sensed
an eternal prisoner
Held in a dream of itself.


My dreams, while unacceptable now,
Remain my reality,
though you have forgotten,
we dreamt those dreams
Together, a long time ago.


If this is a dream
I would love to live that moment
just before falling on to the earth.
If this is life,
I would prefer to roam through my dreams.


Moving freely
through time and space,
I would rather die forever unborn in my dream
than surrender with raised arms
to a compromising dawn.


By: Ajith C Herath
January 2010


English version by Dawson Preethi , Kalpana Ambrose and Karin Clark


1.The Knuckles Mountain Range lies in central Sri Lanka, north-east of the city of Kandy. The range takes its name from a series of recumbent folds and peaks in the west of the massif which resemble the knuckles of clenched fist when viewed from certain locations in the Kandy and Matale Districts.
2. Vanni is the mainland area of Sri Lanka's Northern Province. It is considered as an integral part of the traditional homelands of the Tamil people. For over a decade, it remained under the control of the Tamil liberation fighters who ran a parallel administration. Eventually the Sri Lankan government troops who pursued a scorched earth policy gain control over entire Vanni mainland in 2009, after massacring tens of thousands of Tamil civilians and completely destroying entire villages.
3. Gethsemane is a garden at the foot of the Mount of Olives in Jerusalem most famous as the place where Jesus and his disciples prayed the night before Jesus' crucifixion
4. Parileiya Jungle-In Buddhist literature, Parlileiya jungle is described as a place Lord Buddha chose to live, in order to stay away from his own disciples who fell out with each other.
5. Borella Crematorium-The leader of the People Liberation Front, Rohana Wijeweera, who was captured by the Sri Lankan government troops for leading the second Sinhala youth uprising in Sri Lanka in 1989, was killed and cremated in Borella crematorium. The uprising was crushed by the government troops by massacring over 60,000 Sinhala youth.
6. Nandikadal Lagoon-In May 2009, the final battle between the Sri Lankan government troops and the Tamil liberation fighters took place in the area surrounding Nandikadal lagoon in North of Sri Lanka. It is widely believed that at least 40,000 Tamil civilians were massacred during this massive military onslaught.

The elements of the poem in its fundamental analysis of the reality and its metaphors as dreams has been separated into two major conscious levels which denotes the symbolic and imagery to clear cut the suture of the real. It needs some time to work on to see the deep layers of the poem in each space time continuum of which a total of seven.

I was awakened by a dream. Suddenly I realized it wasn’t a dream but I have wakened into a dream!

Dreams and Photoreceptors


I don’t know how exactly I have witnessed this dream by my own biological eyes. Just to mention human has an eye made of flesh and nerves connected to the brain, the neural network of nature, which has the capability of distinguishing image data. It works more or less similar to a manmade camera in many senses. Just my belief is human has made a prototype of natural eye using some metals, plastic and electricity. Though we can see images in a flat continuum [say its flat but it isn't at all flat;retina is spherical], I mean we use our eyes to understand images without pixels! Is that a miracle? How we can see things without any distortion or discontinuity even though eye is made of distinct cells that have sensitivity over light in discrete pattern?


Let’s simplify this question.


We can assume the retina, which is sole responsible to convert light signal through some sort of electro chemical reaction into ions that will enable to transport the light data to the brain along the wires of nerves. In this case retina is made of tiny special cells called rods and cones. Both cell types will convert light data into ions which carry signals along the neuron chains.


In this manner rod cells and cone cells will make the surface of retina as a continuum to catch the light image and proportionately transferring those quantum energies into energized electron radicals through the optical nerve. So we sense the imagery data.


My problem is, if these distinct cells or discrete cells arranged over an area must generate light signals individually and those must be acting as separate data loggers hence the image we should sense must be having dots of colors of image parts similar to a printed picture on a newspaper. Because individual light sensing cell produces its own signal and brain is suppose to capture the entire picture by assembling all together. But if this is the process, it is there a chance to reproduce the image as a combination of a data which was generated by individual cells. For example if we have rod and cone cells[these are actually not in the same proportion. Anyway!] in a matrix of 1000x1000 then the image must be having dots or signals of the same 1000x1000 matrix!

wow...this is so mysterious! Is that the Matrix movie all tells about this?

"No.. no... it isn’t, please don’t misinterpret. Matrix is a more general term. Not only the movie itself! ;)"


But in nature we can see objects without the dots of separation so called pixels in digital context.


How can this happen? Are the photo sensitive cells interpolating the missing data at their boundaries through an algorithm who acts in the brains visual area?


Or though we have this nature of discreteness in the seeing objects but we are unable to disintegrate the actual image?


Or are we really getting perception of totally delusional field of light integrated with a seamless color matrix?


My quest finally is whether we involved seeing aspects of retina while we are dreaming?

I was searching some fact sheets available in the web to investigate this phenomenon of the eyes, but I rarely found free content for these areas as shared research papers on the subject. But whatever my argument stands still for the clarity of the resolution of our own human eyes images which should be bound to the limit of the number of rod and cone cells.



If we carefully study the arrangement of the retina we can see these rod and cone cells are discretely organized on the sub surface covered with another membrane of transparent which covers and protect the retina from the internal fluid of the eye which makes the media for the light to travel through the lens to the retina wall.


Retina – A thin multi-layered sensory tissue that lines the back of the eye. The retina contains two types of photoreceptors called rods and cones. Visual information received by the photoreceptors is translated to neural signals by the nerves called ganglion cells. The rods are more abundant in the peripheral retina and work to detect light/dark changes as well as shape and movement. Cones detect color and distinguish fine detail which is why they are denser in the central retina, especially in the fovea.

So it is easy to understand the anatomy of the eye, which shows many details of the eye structure but I want to focus the subject into the retina. So shall I insert another link to pursue the retina in detail?

The human retina contains approximately 120 million rod and 1 million cone photoreceptors. The figure below illustrates that the distribution of photoreceptors across the retina is not uniform. Cone density is highest at the fovea, where recent estimates place it considerably higher than the figure above suggests -- approximately 300,000/mm2; rod density is highest at about �18 degrees eccentricity. Rods are actually absent in fovea (which is why dim stimuli, such as stars, cannot be seen when gazed at directly, but become visible when images slightly eccentrically -- to the side -- where rods are plentiful). Primates and birds have true foveas (some birds, notably hawks and eagles, actually possess two foveas per retina!); other species such as squirrels, cats, dogs, deer, etc., have a less dramatic regional specialization, and possess what is called an area centralize or a visual streak.


What we can say finally? The human eye is the most High Definition screen for mankind rather to the manmade LCD or LEDs upto now. Isn’t it?





But my quest remains. What about dreams? Are they High Defined or not?

This tale of an isolated man being alone with his painting tools, starts to live in another country and finding some passion to investigate his inner mysteries is represented in very much poetical language. One of the most influential constituent of the novel is to get some awareness of Japanese tradition and its culture, remarkably fabricated. Most of the spiral arms of Japanese culture are depicted through the pursuance of DS’s inner ambition to find his style in his artistic vision drives the reader to another depth of Japanese arts and culture through his observations. I like this human affair as well as the cultural paradigms emerges into one another through the text is very much unique in the context of Sri Lankan literature.

If you really interested in Malagiya Aththo’s complete understanding of character progression and their fate, you have to read the second part of the novel came in 1965 as 'Malawunge Avurudu da' ['මළවුන්ගේ අවුරුදු දා' 'the dead people’s new year day'] which was written in the Noriko’s perspective, will solve the mystic affairs that made Devandora’s sources and reasons of his internal conflicts of being in 'love'. 


By the way Sepal Amarasinghe has published a critical book on the subject of reading this novel as a recommended book for the Advanced Level students for their examination and another similar book by Widura Abeynayake and some other literary critics too.


These reviews and critical essays are very much helpful to get into the nucleus of the ‘Malagiya Aththo’; is helpful to dig into most perspectives of reading a novel in modern context.


I was reading this novel while listening to some Japanese music made my reading a pleasurable by synchronizing music with text. That experience is very much cinematic and I used some music of ‘Secrets of Zen’ album and some other ‘Ensemble Nipponia-Traditional Japanese Vocal & Instrumental Music’ album with Kabuki backing themes very nicely marching with the contents of the novel incidentally. Most of the time these mystified lovers, Devendora Sung and Noriko are spending their time together in coffee shops listening Japanese music and watching kabuki in opera halls.

Life of Pi


The riot of flowers is incessant.
[Page 16, Life of Pi]


Here I am reading aloud a little paragraph out of 'life of Pi' that made my day a colorful sky, since it painted many unusual shades in my mind just after searching in Google images for those unheard flowers I cam across in 'Life of Pi'!


You must imagine a hot and humid place, bathed in sunshine and bright colors. The riot of flowers is incessant. There are trees, shrubs, and climbing plants in profusion-Peepuls, Gulmohurs, flames of the forest, red silk cottons, jacarandas, mangoes, jackfruits and many others that would remain unknown to you if they didn’t have neat labels at their feet. There are benches. On these benches you see men sleeping, stretched out, or couples sitting, young couples, who steal glances at each other shyly and whose hands flutter in the air, happening to touch.


Again I want to picturise this scenery of Profusion: The property of being extremely abundant, flowers.


Peepuls: Fig tree of India noted for great size and longevity; lacks the prop roots of the banyan; regarded as sacred by Buddhists

Jacarandas: An important Brazilian timber tree yielding a heavy hard dark-colored wood streaked with black



Gulmohurs: Delonix regia is a species of flowering plant from the Fabaceae family, noted for its fern-like leaves and flamboyant display of flowers. Often grown as an ornamental tree and given the name Royal Poinciana or Flamboyant, it is also known as Gulmohar (Hindi and Urdu), KrishnachuRa (Bengali), Malinche, and Tabachine[1], and one of several named the Flame tree. The species was previously placed in a genus Poinciana, named for Phillippe de Longvilliers de Poincy who is credited with introducing the plant to the Americas.



If I say the true reason behind buying this book ,Life of Pi, was to read about the diachronic/historic evolution or the history of Pi which is denoting the Greek letter [symbol here; oops, i cant insert it here!], the mathematical constant and so and so. Because that was the time I was crazy to read about the history of mathematics and many other relative disciplines of mathematics.

Suddenly I saw this book very near to the shelves of science and mathematics at the Book World –Kinokuniya at Dubai Mall. So I suddenly grab it with The Last Theorem, hence now I am reading about an Indian who came across lot of swimming, oh it isn’t bad though this involves a tiger too. I want to finish this as soon as possible to write something about Life of Pi.

Yes, Amidst: In the middle of reading of a book, will make me so intense feeling of words and colors.

A big sorry, coz I couldn’t update this for a long long time as I was out of my access to net perhaps looks like a small lie that could have used to 'Suture' the situation, hope nobody will take that too much serious.:)


What I am going to write at the beginning must be something totally useless. Sometimes totally useless matters will become totally useful at the end. Though the politicians [Sri Lankan politicians; may be they are very special type of… who knows?] usually ignore the public during their successful times i.e. just after an election and getting all the heavenly empowers sake of state duty, they will experience a sudden quantum jump in their day to day life into a sarcastic life called politically nurtured nature. But after few years once the election comes they have enormous value again on the voters. So the useless matter will become a critical important matter. Hence the proof is done. Just these all crap is useless to write here and waste my time and your time and space here in my blog which I could use to copy and paste another joke instead writing about Sri Lankan politics.


Yesterday Wimal Weerawansha was appearing in the late night news bulleting, though many new ministers and faces were giving speeches on educational reforming in the parliament so and so. Sajith Premadasa was explaining the situations of the government schools of Hambanthota District and his point was that many schools were under threat of closing and bla bla. This was very factual presentation and it was real threat to the newly government policies which are about to deliver no sooner or later to reform the whole structure suiting the private sector to invest on the 'business of education'. Through this catastrophic reforming many hidden and unforeseen agendas to come to the stage without any of the public awareness, is a fact that apparently true. So the situation is very smoggy, but public is keeping eye on the matter. Nonetheless the point here is how Wimal Weerawansha decode the Sajith Premadasa’s involvement at this crucial matter is. As per Wimal this involvement into the debate is just because Sajith wants to brake through his idle status in the parliament and show his apparently dynamic nature to compete to the leadership of the UNP. UNP is nowadays in a deep shit about their leadership after having defeated one and half dozens of elections since under the leadership of Ranil Wickremasinghe, though the activists trying their full capacity to make a change and keeping the potential leadership toward Sajith Premadasa who was the son of one of the best/worst[this binary oppositions are related each other in a form of Mobius tape!] president Ranasinghe Premadasa in Sri Lanka.

Slavoj Zizek
Conversations with Zizek
Slavoj Zizek and Glyn Daly



So its time to music, this is a very nice song, I first came through the movie Lost Highway by David Lynch. I was never known into David Bowie , pardon from the serious Bowie fans coz my context is Sri Lankan, so I knew all the time the top chart delivers for the last may be ten twenty years, more or less dumb on the western music other than ABBA or Boney Ms… lets go to I’m deranged.


I'm Deranged lyrics




Funny how secrets travel
I'd start to believe
if I were to bleed
Thin skies, the man chains his hands held high
Cruise me blond
Cruise me babe
A blond belief beyond beyond beyond
No return No return


I'm deranged
Deranged my love
I'm deranged down down down
So cruise me babe cruise me baby


[CHORUS]
And the rain sets in
It's the angel-man
I'm deranged


Cruise me cruise me cruise me babe


The clutch of life and the fist of love
Over your head
Big deal Salaam
Be real deranged Salaam
Before we reel
I'm deranged


[CHORUS (two times)]


Cruise me cruise me cruise me babe


I'm deranged



What makes me here to merge this song into this Wimal Weerawansha’s matter, coz he is also the one 'deranged' in his dreams as per me.


In Lost Highway the things are fabricated in a surface of a Mobius strip and this is the idea suggested by one of the best psychoanalytical review I have ever gone through about Lost Highway is from Bernd Herzogenrath, other voices website. Here you can go through from this link.


Ok this is from Voice of Enigma, my favorite music since I listen to this in early 90s.

"The Rivers Of Belief"


Take me back to the rivers of belief
Take me back to the rivers of belief
my friend
I look inside my heart
I look inside my soul
I promise you
I will return
And when the Lamb opened the seventh seal
silence covered the sky
Take me back to the rivers of belief
Take me back to the rivers of belief
my friend
I look inside my heart
I look inside my soul
I'm reaching out for you
Lets hope one day
We'll rest in peace
on my rivers of belief

Can I suggest the "The Rivers Of Belief" should be re-engineered to make the real sense here "The Reverse Of Belief"!!!