Midway Practice

This song always gets to me.

Besides

Artwork: Mohua Mouli

I guess this is a track about sex. Fall-back sex. The song turned out really well. Composed by Rakat, and sung by Mohua.


Besides (Single)
Vocals: Mohua Mouli
Composition and Lyrics: Changing Homes

Artwork: Mohua Mouli
______________________

we'll walk out
of this room
sometime soon
sometime soon
but not in
in monsoon,
sometime soon
sometime soon

we'll make poetry today
softly quill it on our backs
as the rain taps the glass

windowed in
windowed in
windowed in
beside me
besides it's raining
let it be

hold me back
like you always do
drag me in
sit me down beside you

and you never believe me
we always hold it up
but you always need me
when you're out of luck

windowed in
windowed in
windowed in
beside me

Job complete.

So Indalo's launching turned out great. The booklet was "super" appreciated. People are loving the album, and I received much appreciation for the designs as well. I didn't know that so many people are conscious about graphic design in general. I mean, when people don't see artwork, it's usually not design to most of them.

Anyways, the experience was swell, and the funny part is that last year around this time the first album I art directed was up for grabs [The Crowd's - You're Not Allowed To Say No]. That's really what got me this gig as well. It's rare to come across design jobs that you can actually artistically get involved in. So I was really happy with how things turned out.

The booklet features photography from Kazi Ferdous Pavel, Swami Ma Banyan, and A J Ghani. It also features calligraphy and hand lettering done by SomeArtJunkie. Most importantly, the Indalo Dog which is featured on the merch, and as the CD art was created by Pretty Shitty Art. It was great working with such different material.

Celestia 1

There's light at the end of the funnel
They never tell you the other end might drop you down
If there's a fire been glowin for ages
And the light is a flame that rages on

The human is a statistic
We all think that we can make it
The human is a number
But the human likes to ride the thunder

The tide raises with it all ships
Only if a boat is fit
No one tells you the water's vast
No one tells you, you die out fast

The human is a statistic
We all think that we can make it
The human is a number
But the human likes to ride the thunder

Celestia 3

Celestia 3

Silence
Silence be gone
Silent
Silent too long

Some hundred thousand miles
From February,
I'm still holding up my hands to stop
the slipping drops 

of kisses from the head

I've shunned the ground
I've shunned the stars
I drove out far, stung by your words
to get away,
I've lunged in too much from the
negative spaces

Around me.

I'm growing older
but I dream a child's dream


Rays of hope
Celestia was her name
Some goodbyes
Carry you towards new heights
Only look back
If it moves you forward

Free Writing.

1.

If there's one thing I miss the most,
It's the package.
No, not the shine and glory of all that
plasticity; not the recent rebrand -
The older, paper-packaged cookies,
that you could smell from the outside
delivered right to the nose.
The neatly tucked rims, finely trimmed
The immediate recognition of
the product inside.

I'm sorry if I've objectified.


2.

Holy fuck, what have we been through?
All the problems in the world couldn't keep me away
from opening you.
You're like a packet of cigarettes:
Hazardous to health,
but good drags of self-help,
and dizzying regrets.

You made me lose my flow.

3.

I love surprises.
I didn't look for the toy inside,
Yet when I found you,
You made me forget why
I opened this bag in the first place.
I play now, like a child
wishing it were real
Making things up in my mind,
Creating fiction.

I kind of wanna keep you,
but I am too old for that.