SONGS OF THE DRIFTER

The great illusion of separation
Divides us, yet connects
Together in our ignorance
Let’s walk hand in hand
To the dying celestial light

Measuring the possibilities of love
One would go mad
Lose themselves in its infinity
Drawing lines to the unconditional
Within walls made by our eyes

In the cosmic storm of consciousness
The electric currents flow
Through a mind so tainted
Through a soul so torn

The hypnotic patterns of the elite
The hypnotic patterns of hate
The hypnotic patterns of what is right
Who kills the dying light?
The killers the killers
You and me

In the battlefield of the self
I will fight
For the liberation of the soul
And evolution of the mind

Heyo everyone

I havnt blogged much as of late coz i've been suffering from a fucked up writers block (The longest one i've experienced i think) and i've been just observing the post war chaos...interesting to say the least...None of this shit matters to me you know...fuck the LTTE and fuck the Government...You're both full of shit if you ask me...just take care of the thousands suffering and it's cool...

Anyway this is a snippet from A show that Karmic Sulphur was featured in on Derana...We played three originals and one cover...This was the cover we decided to play coz we figured everyone in Sri Lanka whether they know FLoyd or not knows this song..This is probably the song that we have covered the most from the time we started...Hope we wont do it again...Not coz i have anything against the song of course but I like covering different stuff...which we have done pretty effectively (Our so far covered list ranges from Marilyn Manson to Billy idol:-p)

So anyway...here is us Playing a toned down Version of 'Another Brick in the Wall'

Our tribute to the kings of the trip

Enjoy Folks

Peace and Love

Oh..Ps: Yesterdays Open Mic people were saying things that they hoped they would see or experience amid all the chaos...I would like to say That i HOPE with all my heart that Everyone in Sri Lanka stops just 'Thinking' Love and actually start feeling The Love...

Adios Folks

A bureaucrat hits a beggar, strangles him with his tie, then checks to see if there are stains in his suit and smiles and says to himself, “it’s good to be me baby”, as hordes of people a few hundred meters away are having a celebration of democracy and other great people like himself who are destined to save them all. A child approaches the bureaucrat and tugs at his sleeve. He quickly takes his hand away and once again checks to see if there are stains on his coat sleeve. He then climbs to the top of the stage and smiles upon the thousands of people assembled there with hopeful smiles on their faces.

“My dear people”, he begins. “Today you have all come here….to show your support for a great and noble cause.” “Together, all of us can make a difference.” “Together we can make sure that those other people who don’t believe in what we say SUFFER for their unnatural thoughts.” “Yes I know that I’m a powerful man”, “I have money and influence…but I will be nowhere without the support of my people.” “YES...ALL OF YOU…I LIVE FOR YOU AND YOU ARE THE REASON THAT I AM BREATHING TODAY”, he screams with a psychotic glint in his eye. “I have always been with you, and that will never change”.

The crowd breaks into deafening roars of delight

“WE MUST TAKE THE FATE OF THE PEOPLE INTO OUR HANDS NOW MY FRIENDS”, he continues. “THE TIME HAS COME FOR THOSE TRAITORS WITH UNNATURAL THOUGHTS TO GET THEIR PRIORITIES STRAIGHT.” “And as the man of the people”, he continues, calming down a bit, “I think that you…the people should go out there and tell THEM what you think”, to which the crowd responds with an earth shattering scream. And suddenly, people are running all over, trying to find weapons, torches, anything they can find to go take care of ‘them’. It’s complete chaos.

Way in the back of the crowd, the child who tugged at the bureaucrats sleeve sheds a tear. “Well you told me you would take care of me when you were screaming with my mother on the bed”, he says.

The end?

Maybe a beginning

In the death stained fields
of a businessmans dream
a soul cries liberation

I float in fragments
Drifting further away
Into different directions
Thoughts in broken spirals
Questions within questions
The answer is within reach
Far away
Within reach
I reach out
It moves further away

I dwell in what lies within
Yearn for what lies beyond
Bitter realization
I really long for what lies within
What now lies sedated
In a pool of fractured thought

I could once read the writings
Carved on my soul
I can’t understand the language anymore
My tongue is too dry to lick my wounds

In an expanding universe
I’m a stationery empty shell

This should have come a wee bit earlier but what the hey...We (Karmic Sulphur) released a new track a few weeks ago called "Breach" and we sure would like it if all of you listen to it. It's up on our myspace for listening and if you like it, please download it HERE

This by the way is the first time I've figured out how to do THIS...hehe as in display the link through a word...err...woot...

Please feel free to throw whatever comments you have...good, bad...anything

Wishing you all well

Peace, love and Rock N Roll

Run through passages of war
To the garden of peace
To the victor the spoils
A head on a stick will sing

Holy books and holy crooks
Pierce throats with holy hooks
And they have to run home
Before anyone sees blood on their robes

I will spill my blood for you
A hysterical voice screams
I will spill your blood too
If need really be
All for a better tomorrow
For you and for me
But mostly for me

And then tomorrow comes
Bringing a new sun
Stained with more blood
The hysterical voice
Still sounds so sweet
On ears clogged
With centuries of shit

Logic and love
Sat down for a chat
Reason sat between
No one spoke
Till reason fell
And logic punched love in the eye

So the gig on the 29th at Shine will also be the launch of THIS...

Looks cool eh?

Come get a copy:-)

Peace, Love and Rock N Roll

Our last performance was so long ago...and that was an acoustic show...Haven't played an electric set in ages...Cant Wait...Hope You guys can make it...All info is on the poster below...

Check our myspace out at

http://www.myspace.com/karmicsulphur

Peace, Love and Rock N Roll

I am your priest
And to you I will read
A passage from the gospel of lies

Death is a multicoloured butterfly
That softly flaps its wings
You must be afraid
From now till the end
Infidel

Here’s how the deal works
Peace and freedom will be available to you
Only if you can afford
Flick some magic paper
And watch infidelity fly

Do you wank when you fantasize
Of your twisted new world equations?
Don’t you know?
Realization has a price
We cover costs by feeding the mind
The truth
Glorious
Uplifting
Truth
Pay up
Before inevitable doom

Why must we stand aside and watch
An intoxicated souls struggle?
For the good of all
All that is one
One that is all
That’s what we are
And what they’re not

Can you hear me fucking infidel?

Salvation is within my grasp
It can be within yours

Take these chains of freedom
Tie them around your ankle
But understand
The chains are in your head

It’s nothing but psychology

The little girl found herself standing in an enourmous field. It just seemed to keep going on and on as well. She could see no end to it. She has never been to this place before. She felt a bit frightened. But it seemed like a beautiful place. “Maybe I’ll play here for a bit”, she thought. “But what to do?”
As she stood there thinking of what she might be able to do in this strange place, she started to hear cries and roars and what sounded like thousands of footsteps coming from both sides. A while later, she saw a men and women running at her bearing weapons upon each other. One side wore green and the other side also wore green but had a different design on their outfits.
She has seen things like this too many times. Her older brother sat in front of their TV and watched this sort of thing a lot. She never liked those movies. It was too noisy and there was too much blood. And she always thought her brother and his friends looked rather silly when they were shouting “DONG DONG” at each other with their toy guns. She knew what was about to happen. She had never felt this afraid. She was trapped in the middle. Covering her face in her arms, she fell weakly onto the ground and crouched down into the smallest ball she possibly could, she was crying like she had never cried before.
She heard it like the opening notes to a horrible song. Bangs and explosions pierced her ears. But nothing happened at all. None of them seemed to be touching her. After waiting a considerable time in that exact position, she decided to look up. What she saw made her heart explode with wonder.
The men and women in the green suits were firing their weapons at each other and throwing bombs at each other. But instead of the fire she saw in her brothers’ films, these men and women were firing weapons that fired bursts of colours. Thousands of colurs crisscrossing the sky as she looked above her head. Bombs exploded around her that sent showers of flowers with even more colours flying all over the air. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. And she was standing right in the middle.
Letting out an almost hysterical scream of glee, the little girl started running through the colours, laughing with happiness as she spun around the colours making them swirl around her. She picked up flowers and started throwing them into the air again as high as she can. Her little contribution to this little “battle” that was taking place.
As she was running around the field, trying to spot every bit of colour her eyes can see at once, they f ell on a figure that she had not seen in a long long time. He was one of the men firing their guns of colours all over the place. She screamed for joy again at the sight of him and started running towards him at full speed. The colours and the flowers didn’t hurt her. She was safe.

She ran and ran …..

With a start, the little girl woke up. The room was dark. And her mother was sleeping facing away from her. She poked her saying excitedly, “Ammi, I saw thathi again”. Her mother who was in fact not asleep but awake and thinking about her husband flinched at her daughters words. Her mind was too exhausted to hear about her daughters’ latest nightmare of her father surrounded by vicious looking people. She turned around and said as calmly as possible “You can tell ammi about it tomorrow, I’m very tired now”. Kissing her on the forehead she watched her daughter closing her eyes again sadly.
The little girl would not remember her dream tomorrow. Her mother would never know about the amazing things she witnessed. She fell back to her sleep but it wasn’t an uneasy sleep like what it usually has been. The dreams didn’t bother her again that night as she slept feeling happier than she had felt in weeks.