This has been in my drafts for over a year. It feels good to finish it.
All the songs that I hear of this band are so heartfelt. Strings is a 2 man Pakistani band in which I see traces of Poets of the fall and U2, mostly because of Faisal's (the lead singer) voice. This is the first time I heard Bilal, who usually rocks the guitar like one should, sing and damn does he do a great job.
Coke studio sessions are big in Pakistan, India and the middle east where a lot of Sufi and classical music is fused with modern, western elements. More often than not, the coke studio versions are better than the original but there are instances where they fuck the song up real bad. This song is a another great one by this band - melancholic and beautiful. The supporting vocals of the girls adds that ‘Aha‘ to this song and there were many times that I listened to it just for their voices. Her name is Saba Shabbir, and you’re welcome ;)
I started listening to it 2 years ago and was probably the only song I listened to for the entire month that I was back home in December 2013. This song reminds me of a girl I started talking to online when I first got on Tumblr (Summer of 2012). After a few months, she said she liked me and then she loved me. After more than a year of making it work, she suddenly ‘woke up‘ and realized that for all we know, we’d never meet in person. She broke it off and there was nothing I could do to keep her. I still think of her and why not, she was the first girl I ever loved. Blame myself for falling for her. What is life without a little heartbreak eh? It’s weird, it was my first relationship. .I sometimes doubt it could be called one. I want to get all of it out of my system on this blog. All of it, so I don’t have to think about it and fret. Here’s the translation of the lyrics -
My heart was a toy. Now that it's broken, what can one say?
There was a friend who was loved, they left me miserable. What can I say?
Butterflies of my memories fly away. In their colors I see them trying to tell me something.
There was a lake. There were many flowers. They're all trampled now. What can I say?
Wanted to say so much, never uttered a single word.
I was left behind, alone, burning in the path.
Your love was my light, now its put out. What can I say?
Seeing your warm, protective embrace, how can I forget? what can I say?
The singing Cuckoo, the blooming garden, how can I forget? what can I say?
There was a face, that was ours. It’s faded away now. What is to say?
The heart was a toy. Now that it's broken, what's left to say?. .what's left to say?