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On that loaded line
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This one is in memory of the deceased in the Mumbai blasts of July 11,2006.It's also for the undying spirit among the injured and those directly or indirectly affected by this act of terror.
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Easy listening -music with a soul,guitar music,songs with meaning
I'm basically a guitarist and singer.Then I write my own songs on anything I find appealing and interesting.I teach kids and adults to play guitar using an informal method and make music for ads and short films too.I sometimes move over to the instrument I fancied first...bass guitar,and accompany choral and theatre productions.
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Genre
Pop • Pop Rock
Charts
Peak #166
Peak in subgenre #32
Author
dominic d'cruz
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own
Uploaded
July 30, 2006
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MP3 4.2 MB • 128 kbps • 4:38
Story behind the song
I started writing this the night after the blasts...I realised Terror is getting closer home and we have to be united,break all barriers that divide us and stand strong.Terror has too many faces now and we must fight it together...as humankind. Thanks to Ricky Kej & Abhijit Shylanath for their inputs and tech expertise.
Lyrics
Rolling down the track people flowing out the door Five seconds on the platform then the whistle Red lights turn to green,some folks come some folks go So commonplace each day,same time in the bustle. Pieces of a railcar get thrown around the place Arms and legs scattered,without a name,without a face. Moments ago life went on just fine, Now those very lives are shattered on that loaded line. Raise your hand,raise your voice,breathe a common prayer The tentacles of terror reach everywhere. Today they've taken away your kin,tomorrow they may take mine God rest the souls martyred on that loaded line. No human brain can comprehend the thoughts that dwell inside The sickened head of a misbegotten fiend who planned to bust the ride. Blood of two hundred innocent souls, so many silent cries. A multitude two or three times more still bleed away their lives. The seat of power pays recompense,clamour around for help Has a loved one gone beyond the clouds,or lying on a frozen shelf. Pictures flash on the TV screen with a number written below Has anyone seen this missing man, I desperately need to know. What kind of being can take the gift of Life,crumble it to dust Minatory claim for gain, misanthropist lust. Lend a hand,keep the spirit alive,spare a minute of your time, A silent prayer for the lives cut short on that loaded line.
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