This one and Roger’s House are deliberately ‘light hearted’ songs. Not that it’s a dark album or anything (LOLZ). Here, I just wanted to have some fun. The song is in Hindi, and it’s from the point of view of a, wait for it, pissed off lover whose girl is selfish, materialistic, and heartless. He still loves and wants her though, but vacillates between mock anger (“you have a black heart”), self pity (“I’ve always been alone, I’ll continue to be alone”), and self-help (“don’t look back, move on, stop drinking, vodka is expensive”). Ahem.
This was essentially composed early on as well, and was originally supposed to be in Telugu, to pay homage to another one of influences, the Indian musician AR Rahman. AR made at least six monster smashes in the 90s, and by smashes I means albums, and by monster I mean he managed to combine Funk, Electronic, South Indian, African and Dance music into a completely new and irresistible beast.
I was enamored, and still am, by songs like Urvashi, Muqabla, Chikbuk Raile, and Hello Doctor. Everyone knows and loves Chaiyya Chaiyya, but those older Telugu songs are my favorite. Sadly, my Telugu is about as proficient as my Dothraki, so I ended up going with Hindi.
Saila was my attempt at crafting something that AR might like, kind of in that style, but not really. My own thing, like all the other songs on the album, but with a tip of the hat to legends like AR. Lyrically, the themes of ‘loser’ ex-boyfriend with no money and too many bottles of vodka under the bed, is a classic South Indian cinema trope. So even though some of you might think this is a breakup fuck you song, it’s actually not as autobiographical as some of the later songs. My pain and experience did add poignance and humor to the lyrics (stop calling her says the stupid heart) but the song is actually kind of a good ole boy, exchanging war stories drinking song. No toxic anything here ladies!
Saila is just a fun tune about silly ‘soup boys’ as they’re called in South India (because ‘soup’ is all they can afford, see). Love hungry puppies who just can’t stop having their heart broken. Immature perhaps, but good hearted. I am reminded of a friend I had in Dubai who, desperate to buy his ‘Sweety’ a pricey perfume from a brand he could not afford or pronounce, spent a week working at a car wash so he could save up for his ‘guaranteed girlfriend’. Sadly, or hilariously, when he finally got paid, ‘Sweety’ had procured the perfume already, and was no longer interested in him. Maybe it was bought for her buy a richer rival. One who didn’t have to work at a carwash to scrounge up the dirhams…
I convinced him to treat us to shawarmas and milkshakes. Him and I would make up songs like Saila.
I enjoyed working on this, and it came together without too much angst. I especially like the down tempo groove, and the synth bassline and chords really juice things up. This, El Hend and Activation are my ‘brass’ songs. It was fun to incorporate horns into my music. They definitely added a touch of class.
Saila, you were my first love
You emptied my pockets
But your heart remained restless
Dark, your heart is dark
You robbed me of my sleep
But your heart remained restless
Still, this idiot remains yours
I saw your true face
But what am I to do
Love is blind!
Oh the struggle, it’s just one thing after another!
Saila you were my first love
You stole my life
Still your heart remains restless
She left you?
She broke you?
Don’t hold a grudge
Don’t tire yourself
If your dreams were shattered
Don’t sleep anymore
Steady your heart
Put a smile on your lips
Look ahead and never look back
Be kind to your heart
You were alone before her
You are alone once again
The bottles are empty
Booze is expensive
Still the bastard heart won’t listen
It insists “Dial her number!”
Forgetting you is the first order of business