This is his mission, this is his music, and this is the man, Buddhuza.
Born and raised in the musical-nest of Zugdidi, Georgia; Buddhuza, with only two broken guitars, a tape recorder, and a single bedroom, formed his very first band with his brother at the age of 13. The songs were merely written and performed as entertainment for neighbors and friends; however, these experiences would serve a more important unseen purpose for him - these moments provided him with hands on experience in song-writing, arranging, and performing. Previously, at the age of 6, he and his brother attended Georgian-folk choir classes which allowed him to witness, first hand, the importance of spontaneity in music. To him, music has been a soundtrack through every phase of his existence; however, once he searched in his father's vinyl collection and heard the progressive-rock of the late '60s, it gave him shivers and sent blood to veins that he didn't even know that he had! It was then, at that moment, that he realized what he was going to write and play music for life.
His forthcoming album, Zer0, is an elaborate meeting point of end and start, as reincarnate as a musician, offering fresh looks at our uncanny environment in coming releases. A collection of 14 songs recorded by Buddhuza himself through 2008-2010, these tracks, previously, were scattered among his projects, New Demos and NowHere. The title, spelled with the number '0' instead of the letter 'o', reflects the idea of "point zero" - how every moment is an ultimate here and now, and a fresh start to our present. He states himself, "this is a project with many doors." The songs vary in sound but are all attached with a single thread that connects them like a bead; he calls this an "incurable joy," as he enjoys the process one hundred percent.
His music is a result of positive emotion-filled charges released to his listeners. This particular attribute, or niche, is reserved for those seeking melodious alternative-music with an emphasis on lyrics. And after receiving an honorable mention in the prestigious International Songwriting Competition, he has his eyes set on a much greater prize - your ears. Simply put, Buddhuza is the real deal.
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Buddhuza Lyrics
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Curve on the pane strange outlines,
A train's flashed past oh so fast
But even that's already the past.
The man through the pane feels his head with hands,
He digs the brain is the thing, shit is the rest,
I see through the pane the lights run away
I wanna get up in time
And to enjoy those sweet, sweet crimes,
I wanna waste my time and to never count
The minutes, the hours, whatever... so fuck it!
I gonna get off this goddamn train
And when my station will show up I'll wave you a hand,
Before then I see the faces run through the pane
And who knows who's really on the way.
The man through the pane is in another train,
He seems to be quite a turkey, eyes full of keif,
But the train moved on, the man still remained,
Oh, is it me on this goddamn pane?
The song "Train" by Buddhuza depicts a man looking out a train window, reflecting on his life as the world passes by. The first verse describes the contrast between the darkness of night outside the train and the light inside, with the singer observing strange outlines on the window. The passing of a train is mentioned, representing the fleeting nature of time and how quickly moments can become memories.
In the second verse, the man looks at his reflection in the window and touches his head, symbolizing introspection and the questioning of one's thoughts and emotions. He sees the lights of the world running away from him, leaving him to wonder about the people and places that he's passing by. The chorus expresses the desire to live in the moment and not be concerned with the passing of time, to enjoy life without worrying about how much time is left.
In the final verse, the singer sees another man in a different train, perhaps representing different paths in life, and wonders if he's the one reflected in the window all along. The song expresses a sense of uncertainty about life and the journey we're on, and urges the listener to live fully and not worry about the destination.
Line by Line Meaning
Night outside and light inside
The night is dark outside, but there is light inside the train.
Curve on the pane strange outlines,
There are unusual shapes on the train window.
A train's flashed past oh so fast
Another train went by very quickly.
But even that's already the past.
But that moment is already gone.
The man through the pane feels his head with hands,
The man looks at his own head reflected in the train window.
He digs the brain is the thing, shit is the rest,
He thinks that the brain is important and everything else is not.
I see through the pane the lights run away
The lights outside the train are moving away.
And who knows who's really on the way.
It's impossible to know who is going where.
I wanna get up in time
I want to wake up early.
And to enjoy those sweet, sweet crimes,
And do things that are fun and maybe a little bit bad.
I wanna waste my time and to never count
I want to spend my time doing what I want without worrying about the time.
The minutes, the hours, whatever... so fuck it!
I don't care about the time, I just want to enjoy myself.
I gonna get off this goddamn train
I'm going to leave this train.
And when my station will show up I'll wave you a hand,
And when I arrive at my stop, I'll say goodbye to you.
Before then I see the faces run through the pane
Until I reach my destination, I'll see other people through the train window.
And who knows who's really on the way.
No one knows where anyone else is going.
The man through the pane is in another train,
The man sees another train through the window.
He seems to be quite a turkey, eyes full of keif,
There is a man on the other train who looks a little funny or strange.
But the train moved on, the man still remained,
But the other train kept going and the man stayed where he was.
Oh, is it me on this goddamn pane?
I wonder if the man in the other train is actually me reflected on this window.
Contributed by Miles Y. Suggest a correction in the comments below.