Rahim Bakhsh (Persian:رحيم بخش), commonly known as Ustad Rahim Bakhsh (Persian: استاد رحيم بخش) was an ustad (maestro) of Hindustani classical music and classical music culture from Afghanistan. He is also well renowned and popular in a few neighboring countries. He was born in Kharabat into a well-known Tajik family, a traditional part city of art in Kabul and was the creator of a new classical music in Afghanistan. With his work he represented the more than 4500 years old Tajik culture of Central Asia. He was counted as leading authorities of classical music in Afghanistan. Like virtually all classical vocalists of Afghanistan, he belonged to the Patiala Gharana (gharana meaning a school or style of music) of Hindustani classical music. The Ustad (pers.: master) died in 2002. His last wish was to have his grave beside his teacher Ustad Qasim. Ustad Rahim Bakhsh's grave is situated in Kabul on a place called Showda where every Friday night Sufis are praying.
Muhammad Rahim Bakhsh was born in 1922 in Kharabat district of Kabul Afghanistan He began his music training at a young age of 8 under the tutelage of his grand father Mohammad Akbar Bakhsh and later under his father Khalifa Imamuddin Bakhsh studying the art of Tabla. By the age of 10, Mohammad Rahim Bakhsh was officially accepted by the school of Ustad Qasim Afghan, becoming the 7th string student of this great afghan master.
Keep saying that you're somewhere you're nowhere at all
Now you're running on habit hanging plans on the wall
It always seemed like the tables turned easy for you
Now there's all these people tellin' you what to do
But I know that you once were somebody that had so much to say
Now you're nothing but an old song rearranged
When you've got all you need sometimes you can't tell
I wonder if those big hands are holding you well
This wasn't what I had hoped for I wanted you to shine
Now it seems that you're moving down the narrowest line
But I know that you once were somebody that had so much to say
Now you're nothing but an old song rearranged
Now you're lost cuz you've got yourself in the way
Now you're nothing but an old song rearranged
Now they're stuck on their new found
Soon you won't be around
God I wish I was wrong
But I know that you once were somebody that had so much to say
Now you're nothing but an old song rearranged
Now you're lost cuz you've got yourself in the way