And She's Buying a Stairway To Heaven...

The past few days I have been quite depressed with the developments on the "cultural" front in my life. Initially I was selected to sing a song, Creed's "My Sacrifice" on the Hall Day, the day where your hostel celebrates the feeling of togetherness of its memebers and commemorates the 4th year guys about to pass out who sometime in their lives contributed to the hostel. All that is fine, and I was finally feeling like I had got an opportunity to express my "other side".

The song was going well... till a senior comes and changes the song, and my part ends there becuase, now I am frankly disinterested.

By the wasy, if you read the original post, which explained a lot more, I postively am sorry for what I had written early. That was all written in a fit of anger and .. just forget about it.

So, very frankly, I am most dissapointed with these developments. And so, I turn back to that age old song of hope, that guides me when my chips are down , to be reimmersed in the feeling of musical liberation of body, mind and soul, to experience what only faithfully can be described as a musical orgasm. And She's buying a stairway to heaven....

The sheer exhuberance and passion in the voice of Robert Plant; the slow building up of the satirical tune that grows into the most wonderful of guitar climaxes, courtesy Jimmy Page; Stairway to Heaven is song like no other... just god-sent. Since the first time I heard this song in my 11th class, I have never had one day pass that I havent heard this song to accompany a bad day. It just lends that mystical impression of well-being, maybe Marijuana cannot even give ( Please Note, I do not testify the capcities of Marijuana, because I have no intentions of ever trying it. Its just those sort of things you have a hunch about, but you're sure you're absolutely right.

Continuing, I have also heard about all the rumours, suggesting it sends out satanic messages when you reverse play the song. I have testified, they are most certainly exceptionally clear and directive. It goes... " Hail the great Satan... he gives you 666.. Oh great Satan.. but he made up us work in his toolshed". And in forward play... it goes " There is still time to change the road you're on". If that isnt the most remarkable thing you've heard, what is? But, here, I want to clarify, that I strictly keep faith in Plant's statement that this is all fake, or simply an "American sorta thing to do". LOL... way to go, Jimmy!

At this point, I end this post with a photo with the lyrics... And She's buying a stairway to heaven....