The dream, the struggle, the fluid touch of the aftermath
Locked inside a paper bag getting filled with purple liquid
Soaked to the bone livin in a home that’s been trambled over
Heart of the world dammed fillin it up (with blood)

She is the ghost of the neutron bomb, superstructure
Electric child hears the first tree fall to the ground
Chopped up and fed to the cannibal horde (demand more power)
The darkest story is the one that never ever gets told

(Tell me, tell me) you got a better story,
(Tell me, tell me) why they are still shining 
(Tell me, tell me) how they dare to keep reaching for the stars in the sky above the city
You better tell me


Your whole life you’ve worked the nine to five ( oh you have
Befuddled and spat out by the blood oath of the daily grind
You thought they owed you for the work you gave and the light you brought?
Facin a choice between a person and a (Promise to break)
Poverty embraces the poor, they make their last supper
A deed is just a piece of paper that is lost in time
Great victims, great martyrs, the crosses grow thicker
Step into the noose and you know your life is over

(Tell me, tell me)you got a better story,
 (tell me, tell me) why they are still shining 
(tell me, tell me )how they dare to keep reaching for the stars in the sky above the city
You better tell me.

D-day

Hey you we are here alone and we are dying
flood and famine and apathetic longing
Alright despair and friends we are going
To the fields of despair where they lie sowing

Woah hey you say we are the foundation
One nation, Two nations but where are the farmers
Alright despair and friends they are fleeing
Into the fields of despair way past the sowing

Chorus 
Fields of Red
Soil says suicide
Last days before
Before the end of the world
Rain clouds echo 
They are running away
Dawn must break
After the end of the world

Woah hey you turn on the tube and hear us on the news
Kissing the poison that we have been growing
Dying lemmings they are growing over the cliffs 
unmoored in those battles fields where they are saying
Woah hey after the night there is  one more night
Your karma will burn your children’s tongues
Corpses they are walking into the bleeding cities
Past ever single row that we have been sowing
Chorus 
Fields of Red
Soil says suicide
Last days before
Before the end of the world
Rain clouds echo 
They are running away
Dawn must break
After the end of the world

Fields Of Red

Swami Speaks
Skin of the serpent, shed 
riverbank, run wild ahead and
Burst the banks, burst the banks
skin o the serpent twin o the terror time 
trouble living in the thick
forgotten think that that (we are insane)
truth is beyond your thoughts
sun in Aries once upon twelve

mystify and mystic 
forgotten relic
mystify and mystic 
forgotten relic
spirit of the earth
with your mind aflame

When the swami speaks, you gotta listen in
Polyrhythmic (mind celestial)
When the swami speaks, you better listen in
Check your aura (detrimental)
When the swami speaks, you better listen in 
Immune to the world (transcendental)
When the swami speaks, you better listen in

Is the swami insane?
chillum chillum chillum chillum
chillum chillum chillum chillum 
State o mind state o mind
Clothed in ash no body or soul

Denial of the new normal
Agni circled four corners pain
you gotta give up you gotta give up
you got to give up to receive your reward 
you gotta give up you gotta give up
you got to give up to receive whats yours 

mystify and mystic 
forgotten relic
mystify and mystic 
forgotten relic
spirit of the earth
with your mind aflame

When the swami speaks, you gotta listen in
Polyrhythmic (mind celestial)
When the swami speaks, you better listen in
Check your aura (detrimental)
When the swami speaks, you better listen in
Immune to the world (transcendental)
When the swami speaks, you better listen in

When the swami speaks, you gotta listen in
Polyrhythmic (mind celestial)
When the swami speaks, you better listen in 
Check your aura (detrimental)
When the swami speaks, you better listen in
Immune to the world (transcendental)
When the swami speaks, you better listen in

When the swami speaks, you gotta listen in
Polyrhythmic (mind celestial)
When the swami speaks, you better listen in
Check your aura (detrimental)
When the swami speaks, you better listen in
Immune to the world (transcendental)
When the swami speaks, you better listen in.

Is The Swamy Insane?

Road

Dusty dreams and dirty shoes
On these streets we are all martyrs
Bending both knees, all prayers to a government
All prayers to a government
(Take no requests)

Walk further down this old road
On these streets aint no destination
And no one cares cos we are not the government (no we’re not)
All our lives praying to the government

Are we dead or are we dreaming
Can we hope to get where  we’re going 
Are we dead or are we dreaming
Can we hope to get where  we’re going (on this broken road)

Dusty dreams and dirty shoes
On these streets we are all martyrs
Bending both knees, all prayers to a government
All prayers to a government
(Take no requests)

Walk further down this old road
On these streets aint no destination
And no one cares cos we are not the government (no we’re not)
All our lives praying to the government

Are we dead or are we dreaming
Can we hope to get where  we’re going 
Are we dead or are we dreaming
Can we hope to get where  we’re going (on this broken road)


Surrounded by thieves we are high on hope
Surpised by nothing no hope for repair
Surrounded by thieves we are high on hope
Surpised by nothing no hope for repair

So keeping the light on the road
Keeping the light on the road
Still keeping the light on the road
Keeping the light on the road


(our song is) keeping the light on the road
(our song is) keeping the light on the road
(our song is) keeping the light on the road

(our song is) all eyes on the road

Light On The Road

it might take a village to raise us up
but it only takes a moment to just tear it down
Raising the village with these rotten bricks
is it any wonder that nothing sticks
the revolution is being televised
still the shame is being advertised
judge and jury, cos her skirts too short
and its dark at night
she puts on lip gloss
you navigate the streets like a king in a white gown
she had the gall to open her mouth
you want to shame her mind
In a blind haze like a rat in a maze, you keep lashing out
all the times are gonna roll over
anger and violence, you condone the rape
keep up keep up, puppet on a string
will you tell your daughter, she cant just be whoever
she's gotta live her life like a man told her
you are no son, no brother, no father neither
you think you're a man kid, you're just a joke

The twenty first century is calling our names
pathetic are you to judge the life of a girl
distraction inaction, gotta put those on lock down
a woman's not a toy you get to put on your shelf
judge and jury cos she knows a man maybe holds his hand
kisses him, she believes he'll take her to paradise
you believe that you got the right to own her
puppet on a string you just want to shame her
In a blind haze like a rat in a maze, you keep lashing out
all the times are gonna roll over
anger and violence, you condone the rape
keep up keep up, puppet on a string
will you tell your daughter, she cant just be whoever
she's gotta live her life like a man told her
you are no son, no brother, no father neither
you think you're a man kid, you're just a joke

Puppet On A String

Pick a hard fight
Wave the red flag
For the one light
(Heads high gotta give it up ,
you gotta give it up )

A billion fingers
One fist way out is through 
So you gotta give it up
you gotta give it up

You cant beat us all
we’ll defend the faith
So we are alright
Nothing can beat us down
nothing will tear us down
So we are alright

thousand backs, a million tongues
we are legion multitudes 
So give it up
you gotta give it up

from the Indus to the Ganges
and the end of all discoveries
give it up
You gotta give it up

You cant beat us all
we’ll defend the faith
So we are alright
Nothing can beat us down
nothing will tear us down

(I understand this freedom

Its rivers songs and silence
way back to our country)
Pick a hard fight
Wave the red flag
For the one light
(Heads high gotta give it up ,
you gotta give it up )

A billion fingers
One fist way out is through 
So you gotta give it up
you gotta give it up

You cant beat us all
we’ll defend the faith
So we are alright
Nothing can beat us down
nothing will tear us down

Thousand cultures One emotion
Our country Our Nation
Give it up ( you gotta give it up )
You gotta give it up (you gotta give it up)
Thousand dialects Thousand tongues
Despite that we speak just one language
So you gotta give it up (you gotta give it up )
You gotta give it up  (you gotta give it up )


You cant beat us all
we’ll defend the faith
So we are alright
Nothing can beat us down
nothing will tear us down

(This is the sound of the new war)

four young men disillusioned by the complacency of modern society decided to get together and raise their collective fists against the system. Gilbert (drums) named the band “Whitesugar” as a symbol of music’s power to achieve a state pure inebriation. Sweet and overpowering, Nijo’s funky basslines are our musical conscience and our own sugar rush. Whitesugar is the crucible in which our ideologies, aspirations and repressed frustration speak through Clement’s (guitar) hard hitting in-your-face music that jolts you out of your slumber while James (vocals) compels you to dissect the very essence of your identity. Along this journey we have been to many places, met incredible people who have inspired us with the way they live their lives. We've seen dreams come true through the many highs and lows and each passing day brings us to terms with the many truths and lies that surround us. We are thankful though; thankful for this crazy life which allows us to add our brand of color to its motley canvas.

Since our earliest days as an RATM tribute act, we have always believed that music should possess a higher purpose beyond random gigs and album sales. We tackle various social issues that affect the average person, not just in India, but across the globe. Last year, we used our song “Road” and its urgent folk-punk rhythms to draw media attention to the state of the roads in our city. Our music has even been used to protest the construction of nuclear plants in India. Our multilingual opus, “Farmer” draws its strength from the suffering of farmers driven to suicide by their failing crops. “Swami” is a hard-charging single that attempts to unite the ancient metaphysics of the itinerant Swamis of India with the modern culture that thwarts them. When James wonders “Is the Swami insane?” what he’s really asking is whether it is the Swami or society that has gone insane. These are the questions that drive us. This is who we are and this is our manifesto!

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