Syahi
Syahi (also known as gaab, ank, satham or karanai) is the tuning paste applied to the head of many South Asian percussion instruments like the dholki, tabla, madal, mridangam, khol and pakhavaj.
Overview
Syahi is usually black in colour, circular in shape and is made of a mixture of flour, water and iron filings. Originally, syahi was a temporary application of flour and water. Over time it has evolved into a permanent addition.
Function
Syahi functions by loading only a portion of the stretched skin with weight. In the higher-pitched (usually right-hand) drum (for instance, the tabla proper) this has the effect of altering the resonance frequency of some lower order vibrations more than others. The action on the left hand drum is a little different. On other side (for instance, the bayãn in the tabla), its position is offset and serves simply to lower the resonance frequency.
Application
The application of the syahi is very involved. It starts with a base layer of mucilage, followed by the application of numerous thin layers of syahi masala (flour, water, iron filings and other secret ingredients), which are then rubbed with a stone. Not all of the layers are the same size. But the final product is expected to exhibit a specific shape.
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Prison Blues (Acoustic 2011)
by: SojaPrison blues stand an issue,
even when our suits ain't blue
We got shade's downs on the daily,
shanks ooobs so vicious too.
Blue walls vocking down the cell block,
wooden skellots down the hall
What you gonna make my prison thicker, higha shal fo work
I lift the hema hema seven,
and let that fall upon the stove,
And let the shaly chones define me,
and build these walls I call my own
I got scars like holly mammoth,
and I don't seem to fit no more
Yet I wake myself each morning,
just prepare for what's in store
So tonight is cold as bullets,
so please walk up and down my tear,
Tell myself the end is coming soon, chase away fear,
That some fear got me drinking,
put these straps on down my arm,
Passing fear has been inside of me ever since I was born.
I lift the hema hema seven, a
nd let that fall upon the stove,
And let the shady shades define me, and build these walls
I call my own I got scars like holly mammoth,
and I don't seem to fit no more
Yet I wake myself each morning,
just prepare for what's in store...for me
Freedom is just a test of memory,
I lose more and more each day
Can't forgive the man aside me,
my tranquility is there
Every day is like every other
Every day is like every other
Every day is like every other
Every day is like..let me out of here
Let me out of here
Let me out of here
Let me out of here
Let me out of here
Let me out of here
Let me out of here
Ive run my rout in here They knocked me down in here
Let me out of here
Let me out of here
Let me out of here
Let me breath let me go now you want, you said so
Let me out of here