I really do have better things to do with my time
but I hope someone enjoys this ... here's another one to the tune of
"Stayin' Alive".
Click here to play song [* BK WARNING again; this weblink contains even more facial hair and Barry Gibb's lunchbox].
For those pukka BK students dropping in "
man" obviously means "
mind" as translated from the original Sanskrit. Which this song is not. It also includes an obscure reference to the practise of communally offering food to God then eating curry and holy sweeties for breakfast that only the initiate BKs will understand.
I am genuinely sorry to have missed the streaming video. Especially if there were skantily clad gospel singers. Not that I like looking at that sort of stuff on the internet, of course, I just love that slight look of discomfort on BK Brahmins amongst semi-naked body-conscious souls that really just "don't get it", touch each other often and enjoy themselves. As indeed I used to hate myself. You can imagine all the BKs practising their "looking without seeing" stage and thinking, "BABABA..." But just revel in the thought that all the Brothers are going to have really bad stages the next day. You are right Bansy, body-consciousness is body-consciousness and you cannot sell soul-consciousness by it.
Anyway, tight white pants on and ... ach-cha, Gibb Bhaiji ... 2 ... 3 ... 4 !
The BeeGees did not wrote:You can tell to the centre, I use my walk,
I am a Dadi's Bhai, no time to talk.
Music soft and women cold.
I've been kicked around since I found God.
And now that's all right, it's O.K.
You earn toli some other way.
Now we must try to understand
Amrit Vela's effect on man.
Whether you're a Brother
Or whether you're a Mata,
Try stayin' awake, stayin' awake.
Feel the class sleepin'
And ev'rybody snorin'
Trying stayin' awake, stayin' awake.
Zzz, zzz, zzz, zzz,
Stayin' awake.
Stayin' awake.
Zzz, zzz, zzz, zzz,
Stayin' a-wa-k-e.
I found God!
Stage gets low and stage gets high
Write my chart, how hard I try.
Go to class, take off my shoes
I am a Brahmin soul, I just cannot lose.
Murli's all God, it's O.K.
But we'll re-write it, another day.
Now we must try to understand
The Senior Sisters' effect on man.
Whether you're a Dada
Or whether you're a Bhai,
Try shavin' your chin, shavin' your chin.
Feel the Dadi lookin'
And ev'rybody starin'
Try shavin' your chin, shavin' your chin.
Bzz, bzz, bzz, bzz,
Shavin' your chin.
Shavin' your chin.
Bzz, zzz, zzz, zzz,
Shavin' your c-h-i-n.
Ay-ah ...
End of the Kalpa.
Some Dadi help me.
Some Dadi help me, yeah.
Destruction's coming.
Some Dadi help me, yeah.
Stayin' awa-k-e.
Well, you can tell by the way I nod by head on its stalk,
I am a Dadi's Bhai, no time to talk.
Hair is short, and clean shav'n.
Its the only way to get, into heav'n.
And now that's all right, it's O.K.
You pay off karma some other way.
Now we must try to understand
Thursdays bhogs' effect on man.
Whether you're a Didi
Or whether you're a Dada,
Holding your gas, holding your gas.
Feel your gut swellin'
And ev'rybody smellin'
Holding your gas, holding your gas.
Prp, prp, prp, prp,
Holding your gas.
Holding your gas.
Prp, prp, prp, prp,
Holding your g---asssss.
My stage's goin' nowhere.
Some Dadi help me.
Some Dadi help me, yeah.
Yoga's goin' nowhere.
Some Dadi help me, yeah.
Try stayin' awa----ke.
Cycle's goin' nowhere.
Some Dadi help me.
Some Dadi help me, yeah.
Karma's goin' nowhere.
Some Dadi help me, yeah.
Try holding your g---asssss.
My stage's goin' nowhere.
Some Dadi help me.
Some Dadi help me, yeah.