Harshit Khemani: Recent Episodes
Harshit Khemani
Baby I don't know if you
Feel the way that I do
Maybe that's for the best
'Cus I've been clinging onto
The last tethers of my sanity
Maybe it would break
And it's no artificial needs
I'm not trying to please
I'm just an energetic little
Unpoetic little
Diegetic little freak
Baby I don't know how to
Tell you what I've been thinking
While dreaming about you in my sleep
(I could) almost feel you
I could almost touch you
But you're just barely out of reach
And it's no artificial needs
That I'm not trying to please
I'm just an energetic little
Unpoetic little
Diegetic little freak
I'm just a energetic little
Unpoetic little
Diegetic little freak
And it's not artificial needs
I'm not trying to please
I'm just a energetic little
Unpoetic little
Diegetic little freak
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Wilbur Soot, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
Wasn't Just Enough
Pull me an open door,
and then go, and slam it on me.
Kiss my hand in the open sand,
till you with him is all I see.
And then you go,
tell them how you just fucking hate me,
and all the memories are just hazy.
Put my all for you,
gave my all to you.
But I guess you just fucking lost me,
and I hope the next one keeps you happy.
Gave my all to you,
but it wasn't just enough.
Pull me an open door,
and then go and slam it on me.
Show me a fantasy,
of how it's just you and me.
Then take it all and throw it out one by one,
by just breaking up with me on a Sunday,
put my all for you,
gave my all to you.
And then you go and flirt with him all Friday,
like everything was just all okay.
Gave my all to you,
but it wasn't just enough,
but it wasn't just enough,
but it wasn't just enough for you.
Check out IDBA (they're underrated): https://open.spotify.com/artist/5MEHpKN5JqPTAAk9ZQ2ejH?si=xHfdmaYqS22nWknknrUj3g
Original Version: https://open.spotify.com/track/28c58R4iB9YJrpoT5Xi1Py?si=ba22ffe82fa24d34
He never really released it but here's the unedited version from 2020: https://youtu.be/XApspDV_Kgo
This podcast is made by a group of 3 from DPS
Samya is talking about the cultural aspect of Sikkim and rhea about France
siya did the scripting and compiling