- published: 03 May 2016
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Subramanian Swamy (born 15 September 1939 in Chennai, India sometimes spelt Subramaniam Swamy) is an Indian politician, academician and an economist. He is the President of the Janata Party of India. He also presently serves as chairman of the SCMS Board of Governors of the SCMS Group of Educational Institutions in Kerala.
Swamy has previously served as member of the Planning Commission of India and Cabinet Minister of India. He has written extensively on foreign affairs dealing largely with India-China, India-Pakistan and Indo-Israel relation and is also a published author.
In November 1978, Swamy was member of the Group of Eminent persons called to Geneva to prepare a report of the United Nations (UNCTAD) on Economic Co-operation between Developing countries (ECDC).Swamy simplified trade procedures and formulated a new export strategy which became the forerunner of trade reform adopted subsequently. In 1994, Swamy was appointed as Chairman of the Commission on Labour Standards and International Trade by then Prime Minister P. V. Narasimha Rao. This was perhaps for the first time that an Opposition Party member was given a Cabinet rank post by the ruling party.
All I can see is what I've fried
And all the world in your black eye
I'll run in circles all the time
I'll gather up all that is mine
Into the room inside my head
The walls are black, the roof is red
And fiery like a volcano, I wear it like a massive halo
This pretty speckled length of twine
That's wrapped around your neck is mine
A ruby rose, stiffed and froze is what I give to you
I'll run in circles all the time
I'll gather up all that is mine
Into the room inside my head
The walls are black, the roof is red
If I could taste your salty head
And pick your the dead hair from my eyes
An' let you smell the sweet despise
Those peaks and trusts guts for a valley
Are a dead scene in my back alley
How tall and wide you have to get?
How big and dark and badly lit?
And if I said I did, would you believe me
And I showed you gold
Would you see through me
And if tomorrow didn't come
Oh would you?
I'll run in circles all the time
I'll gather up all that is mine
Into the room inside my head
The walls are black, the roof is red
I'll run in circles all the time
I'll gather up all that is mine
Into the room inside my head
The walls are black, the roof is red
I'll run in circles all the time
I'll gather up all that is mine