I must be the last person in the world to fall in love with Prateek Kuhad's music. I started listening to him during this lockdown and he has become a part of my longing.
What genius lies hidden in humans. We, humans, are capable of greatness, possibly this is what is called spiritual.
I have been reading around music and its purpose in our evolutionary cycle and its fascinating reading evolutionary scientists and physicists decompose the purpose of music in our lives.
Coming back, I love his Hindi songs just as much as I love his English tracks.
Unbelievably good music. I will forever associate Prateek Kuhad, Joe Bonamassa, Beth Hart and The Dynamics with the lockdown - till I die.
I moonlight as a poet, but if I could write like Prateek, I would quit and become a full time writer. The lyrics of cold/mess (On Obama's list of 2019) is pure genius.
Lyrics from youtube.com
What genius lies hidden in humans. We, humans, are capable of greatness, possibly this is what is called spiritual.
I have been reading around music and its purpose in our evolutionary cycle and its fascinating reading evolutionary scientists and physicists decompose the purpose of music in our lives.
Coming back, I love his Hindi songs just as much as I love his English tracks.
Unbelievably good music. I will forever associate Prateek Kuhad, Joe Bonamassa, Beth Hart and The Dynamics with the lockdown - till I die.
I moonlight as a poet, but if I could write like Prateek, I would quit and become a full time writer. The lyrics of cold/mess (On Obama's list of 2019) is pure genius.
Lyrics from youtube.com
When I feel cold
I'll keep you close
And if I could hold you
And take you home
I'll keep you close
And if I could hold you
And take you home
And when at night
Your toes touch mine
I'll sing you to sleep
If you were mine to keep
Your toes touch mine
I'll sing you to sleep
If you were mine to keep
I wish I could leave you my love
But my heart is a mess
My days they begin with your name
And nights end with your breath
But my heart is a mess
My days they begin with your name
And nights end with your breath
I wish I could leave you my love
But my heart is a mess
My days they begin with your name
And nights end with your breath
But my heart is a mess
My days they begin with your name
And nights end with your breath
With your breath
To sway just like
It was Friday night
And all the lights
Will blind me dry
It was Friday night
And all the lights
Will blind me dry
My lullaby
Is your sigh
And I can feel it
When you cry
Is your sigh
And I can feel it
When you cry
I wish I could leave you my love
But my heart is a mess
My days they begin with your name
And nights end with your breath
But my heart is a mess
My days they begin with your name
And nights end with your breath
I wish I could leave you my love
But my heart is a mess
My days they begin with your name
And nights end with your breath
But my heart is a mess
My days they begin with your name
And nights end with your breath
With your breath
I wish I could leave you my love
But my heart is a mess
My days they begin with your name
And nights end with your breath
But my heart is a mess
My days they begin with your name
And nights end with your breath
I wish I could leave you my love
But my heart is a mess
My days they begin with your name
And nights end with your breath
But my heart is a mess
My days they begin with your name
And nights end with your breath
With your breath
When I feel cold
I'll keep you close
And if I could hold you
And take you home
I'll keep you close
And if I could hold you
And take you home
And if I could hold you
And take you home
And take you home
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