Let’s Hurts Tonight

When, when we came home
Worn to the bones
I told myself, “this could get rough”
And when, when I was off, which happened a lot
You came to me and said, “that’s enough”
Oh I know that this love is pain
But we can’t cut it from out these veins, no
So I’ll hit the lights and you lock the doors
We ain’t leaving this room ‘til we bust the mold
Don’t walk away, don’t roll your eyes
They say love is pain, well darling, let’s hurt tonight
When, when you came home
Worn to the bones
I told myself, “this could be rough”
Oh, I know you’re feeling insane
Tell me something that I can explain, oh
I’ll hit the lights and you lock the doors
Tell me all of the things that you couldn’t before
Don’t walk away, don’t roll your eyes
They say love is pain, well darling, let’s hurt tonight
If this love is pain, well darling, let’s hurt, oh tonight
So you hit the lights and I’ll lock the doors
Let’s say all of the things that we couldn’t before
Won’t walk away, won’t roll my eyes
They say love is pain, well darling, let’s hurt tonight
If this love is pain, then honey let’s love tonight
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Ryan Tedder / Noel Zancanella
Let’s Hurt Tonight lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Bleeding Love

Closed off from love, I didn’t need the pain
Once or twice was enough, but it was all in vain
Time starts to pass, before you know it, you’re frozen
But something happened, for the very first time with you
My heart melts into the ground, found something true
And everyone’s looking round, thinking I’m going crazy
But I don’t care what they say
I’m in love with you
They try to pull me away, but they don’t know the truth
My heart’s crippled by the vein, that I keep on closing
You cut me open and I
Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding, I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open
Trying hard not to hear, but they talk so loud
Their piercing sounds fill my ears, try to fill me with doubt
Yet I know that the goal, is to keep me from falling
But nothings greater, than the rush that comes with your embrace
And in this world of loneliness, I see your face
Yet everyone around me, thinks that I’m going crazy, maybe, maybe
But I don’t care what they say
I’m in love with you
They try to pull me away, but they don’t know the truth
My heart’s crippled by the vein, that I keep on closing
You cut me open and I
Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding, I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open
And it’s draining all of me
Oh they find it hard to believe
I’ll be wearing these scars, for everyone to see
I don’t care what they say, I’m in love with you
They try to pull me away, but they don’t know the truth
My heart’s crippled by the vein, that I keep on closing
You cut me open and I
Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding, I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love
Oh, you cut me open and I
Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding, I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love
Oh, you cut me open and I
Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Jesse McCartney / Ryan Benjamin Tedder
Bleeding Love lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

Beauty

Beauty – be not caused – It Is –

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Beauty – be not caused – It Is –
Chase it, and it ceases –
Chase it not, and it abides –
Overtake the Creases

In the Meadow – when the Wind
Runs his fingers thro’ it –
Deity will see to it
That You never do it –

Non è causata – la bellezza – ma è –
Inseguila, ed essa cessa –
Non la insegui, e sta ferma –
Afferra pure le ondate

Nel campo – quando il vento
Vi passa le sue dita –
La divinità farà in modo che
Tu non ce la faccia –

Emily Dickinson

Soak up the sun

Sheryl Crow
My friend the communist
Holds meetings in his RV
I can’t afford his gas
So I’m stuck here watching tv
I don’t have digital
I don’t have diddly squat
It’s not having what you want
It’s wanting what you’ve got
I’m gonna soak up the sun
I’m gonna tell everyone
To lighten up, I’m gonna tell ‘em that
I’ve got no one to blame
For every time I feel lame
I’m looking up
I’m gonna soak up the sun
I’m gonna soak up the sun
I’ve got a crummy job
It don’t pay near enough
To buy the things it takes
To win me some of your love
Every time I turn around
I’m looking up, you’re looking down
Maybe something’s wrong with you
That makes you act the way you do
I’m gonna soak up the sun
I’m gonna tell everyone
To lighten up, I’m gonna tell ‘em that
I’ve got no one to blame
For every time I feel lame
I’m looking up
I’m gonna soak up the sun
While it’s still free
I’m gonna soak up the sun
Before it goes out on me
Don’t have no master suite
But I’m still the king of me
You have a fancy ride, but baby
I’m the one who has the key
Every time I turn around
I’m looking up, you’re looking down
Maybe something’s wrong with you
That makes you act the way you do
Maybe I am crazy too
I’m gonna soak up the sun
I’m gonna tell everyone
To lighten up, I’m gonna tell ‘em that
I’ve got no one to blame
For every time I feel lame
I’m looking up
I’m gonna soak up the sun
Got my 45 on
So I can rock on

Birds

Two hearts, one valve
Pumpin’ the blood, we were the flood
We were the body and
Two lives, one life
Stickin’ it out, lettin’ you down
Makin’ it right
Seasons, they will change
Life will make you grow
Dreams will make you cry, cry, cry
Everything is temporary
Everything will slide
Love will never die, die, die
I know that ooh, birds fly in different directions
Ooh, I hope to see you again
Sunsets, sunrises
Livin’ the dream, watchin’ the leaves
Changin’ the seasons
Some nights I think of you
Relivin’ the past, wishin’ it’d last
Wishin’ and dreamin’
Seasons, they will change
Life will make you grow
Death can make you hard, hard, hard
Everything is temporary
Everything will slide
Love will never die, die, die
I know that ooh, birds fly in different directions
Ooh, I hope to see you again
Ooh, birds fly in every direction
Ooh, so fly high, so fly high
When the moon is lookin’ down
Shinin’ light upon your ground
I’m flyin’ up to let you see
That the shadow cast is me
I know that ooh, birds fly in different directions
Ooh, I hope to see you again
Ooh, birds fly in different directions
Ooh, so fly high, so fly high
Ooh, so fly high, so fly high
Ooh, so fly high, so fly high

English Vinglish

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Indian screen legend Sridevi triumphs in a gentle, but affecting, story of a woman’s awakening self-respect.

Fans of Indian cinema need no introduction to Sridevi, the star of more than 200 movies: admired for her sparkling comic timing, dancing prowess and acting chops, “Sri” ruled the marquee from the mid-‘70s to the early ‘90s before settling down to raise two daughters with her husband, producer Boney Kapoor.

It took a very special project indeed to lure this very special talent back to the big screen, and English Vinglish is it.

Directed and written by Gauri Shinde, the film depicts the transformation of Shashi, a meek, put-upon Indian housewife who speaks only Hindi, into a confident citizen of the world, over the length of a four-week crash course in English.

The Eros release, which enjoyed acclaim (and according to reports, a standing ovation) at the Toronto International Film Festival, is up against strong competition from the satire Oh My God and India’s foreign language Oscar submission, Barfi!, but its universal message — conveyed with wit and heart — is persuasive enough to draw a sizable audience nevertheless. Indeed, a recent San Francisco Bay Area screening found the audience packed with families and young children, a heartening prospect given the film’s positive message encouraging diversity and tolerance.

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Shashi is a dedicated mother and gifted cook, the wife of a busy executive in the western Indian city of Pune. Her laddoos (a golden, sweet snack ball) earn raves and she even runs a small catering business, but her family treats her like a servant. Her teenaged daughter treats her with contempt, while the casually masked cruelty of her husband’s words (Adil Hussain) cut her to the core: “My wife was born to make laddoos!” he gloats.

When Shashi is called upon to fly to New York City — solo — to help her sister arrange a niece’s wedding, she is terrified (look for Amitabh Bachchan in a short, but memorable, scene onboard her flight). Once in New York, the Hindi-speaking Shashi is faced with ever-mounting humiliations, in a series of beautifully mounted, yet squirm-inducing scenes.

It is at this point that Shashi realizes that her lack of English skills is holding her back, and so when she spies an ad for an English class on a passing city bus, she decides to sneak out of her relatives’ house and navigate New York City’s subways and buses to get there.

Her fellow international students include a Pakistani cab driver, a South Indian engineer, a Mexican nanny and a smitten French man (Mehdi Nabbou), also a cook, who tastes her laddoos and tells her, “You are an artist.” Shashi retorts, “When a man cooks, it’s an art. When a woman cooks, it’s just her duty.”

It’s no surprise that by the end of the film, Shashi will conquer her fears, but the route Shinde takes to get her there is distinctively Shashi’s. The image of the newly confident Shashi striding down a Manhattan street, a takeout coffee in hand and a trench coat belted over her sari, will make you smile days after you leave the theater.

There is a growing body of work that shows Indian female characters flexing their muscles: Gurinder Chadha’s Bend It Like BeckhamDeepa Mehta’s Water; the late Jagmohan Mundhra’s Provoked: A True Story, starring Aishwarya Rai; and Amol Palekar’s Anaahat/Eternity, starring Sonali Bendre, spring to mind. And the work of Indian female filmmakers like Chadha, Mehta, Mira Nair and most recently Zoya Akhtar (Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara) is always worth a look.

With English Vinglish, female director Shinde — known for her documentaries and commercials — brings her own lifetime of experience into the picture. “It is my way of saying ‘Sorry’ and ‘Thank you’ to my mother, and a tribute to women,” Shinde writes in the film’s press notes.

Ultimately, what make English Vinglish memorable are the small, step-by-step choices Shashi makes to transforms herself. Yes, there’s grit there, but it’s tempered with compassion and dignity. The way the character has been crafted by Shinde, and interpreted by Sridevi, is gloriously feminine, and uniquely Indian.

Cast: Sridevi, Adil Hussain, Mehdi Nabbou, Priya Anand, Neelu Sodhi, Cory Hibbs, Sulabha Deshpande

Director: Gauri Shinde

Screenwriter: Gauri Shinde

Producers: R. Balki, Rakesh Jhunjhunwala, R.K. Mani, Anil Lulla

Director of photography: Laxman Utekar

Costume designer: Vera Chow

Production designer: Mustafa Stationwala

Sound designer: Resul Pookutty

Editor: Hemanti Sarkar

Music: Amit Trivedi

Lyrics: Swanand Kirkire

Not rated, 129 minutes 

Hollywood Reporter