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For many people in this world music is a part of life but the choice of music you listen to might be different. For me, I have been hearing my father play his favorite Nepalese and Hindi songs on the mouth harmonica since childhood.

At my early childhood, to listen to music we had only radio and we used to hear only one station, Radio Nepal. Till that time there were no FM stations in Nepal. It was around the year 1991 that my father got a cassette player for the first time and from here my journey into western music started. It is not that I had not heard western music before that. There was some program run on Saturday afternoon in radio Nepal where they used to play English songs. Here I have to admit that the first English song which I memorized was WHAM’s “Last Christmas”. Later my source for English music was a program run by Mr. Bhusan Dahal on Nepal Television “Sunday Pop” and it was an entry point to another level of english songs as I was able to see my stars on television.

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For Those About to Rock We Salute You

Being a fan of Rock music, I hate people who hate rock. Rock is not about long hairs, drugs and sex. Rock is that category of music which you need to feel. It is like fuel for life too. It gives you energy. Rock has been divided in many categories and sub categories and they have their own class and style of playing music.

Now-a-days we do not get the music that the rockers from 70’s, 80’s till mid 90’s created, but it is not dying. We may feel that hip hop and other kinds of music are taking the market. But they won’t make you feel what rock gives you. There are so many evergreen rock songs which I guess you will love till you get old. You will love to sing them.

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Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I’d something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
Its good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.

The above lyric is from the song “TIME” by Pink Floyd from their album Dark Side of The Moon. I feel this lyric has so many things to tell. I have heard so many songs, but the lyric of this song has special place in my heart. It’s not about a love song to memories to remember your girlfriend. This lyric is more than a love; it is above all the lyrics I have heard. I would like to keep this lyric above all the lyrics that have been written and that will be written in future. It is the most inspirational lyrics that the world will listen to.

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