Cold Shivers …!
Well yup Winters are almost there …. and today in the sahri time it really was cold …. But the post is not about cold shivers as you may think ….!
It’s a song by Eva Hunter that unluckily I haven’t got my hands on YET … it’s from her album Fancy Prairie… the lyrics are just awesome … so Enjoy them … filhaal ….!
I was thinking about how close we came before it slipped away
like a coin down the drain
Like a face in the window
after you said goodbye
I was looking through an old magazine when I saw your picture
I thought how much you changed like a map of a city
rebuilt after the warAnd I really don’t know how it happened so fast
How we all grew so old
How we fell out of touch
But I still feel cold, cold shivers cause I wanted it
so muchI was thinking
how it swept us away
And we were helpless
once our choice had been made
Like a bullet in the barrel
of a gun that had been firedAnd I was searching
for the truth I denied
trying to remember
just which times I lied
Lies I repeated so often they seemed trueAnd I really don’t know how it happened so fast
How we all grew so old
How we fell out of touch
But I still feel cold, cold shivers cause I wanted it
so muchAnd I’ve been searching for the reasons why we grew
to be so cold
And I’ve been hoping that the bridges we burned are all behind us after all
And I was whistling an old melody
It’s one we used to sing
and it felt incomplete
like a book you never finished
and yet never put awayAnd I really don’t know how it happened so fast
How we all grew so old
How we fell out of touch
But I still feel cold, cold shivers cause I wanted it
so much
cause I wanted it
so much
Now I WANT THE SONG … irresistable …. isn’t it?
Happy Ramdhan BTW – and YES my routine sucks …!









Seems like Eva Hunter had a plate of ‘paraathhas’ and scrambled eggs in one hand and a cup of ‘garam chai’ in the other, which slipped away…and it’s so cold that she is shivering now…
Must have been because she became so engrossed in reading the old magazine that she forgot all about the food and drink…
Or perhaps she was thinking about some anti-ageing treatment…
She might even have got scared at the thought of guns and bullets…
Poor Eva!
Will you please give her another cup of tea, at least?
lyrics r no doubt very beautiful… well..and true aswell..reminds of many urdu poems n ashaar…
ahh sardii yeah..magar ajib hay subah thand lagti hay n din bhar garmi..
wonderful lyrics.