"Cause out on the edge of darkness, there rides a peace train...come take me home..."
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Pasir Ris ( I've been here a long time)
an overwhelming air of mid-teen bliss,
hormones raging,
weakly corrupted by conscripted pains.
digital dreams
scraping my eardrums,
quietly suburban lanes.
the breeze blows cooler here,
Sun's little daggers,
find their blades dulled.
thick fluffy down that slows you,
willingly.
ruined by company,
yet leaving you lonely,
mind you, you're twenty!
awaken to chimes on bicycles,
to bodies of water,
small benches at bus-stops.
I see myself at every corner,
I've walked every path of the park.
the longer I stare,
slowly,
growing smaller.
almost home.
hormones raging,
weakly corrupted by conscripted pains.
digital dreams
scraping my eardrums,
quietly suburban lanes.
the breeze blows cooler here,
Sun's little daggers,
find their blades dulled.
thick fluffy down that slows you,
willingly.
ruined by company,
yet leaving you lonely,
mind you, you're twenty!
awaken to chimes on bicycles,
to bodies of water,
small benches at bus-stops.
I see myself at every corner,
I've walked every path of the park.
the longer I stare,
slowly,
growing smaller.
almost home.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Monday, July 09, 2007
Thursday, July 05, 2007
i found myself stuck in a studio in chinatown watching a band playing chinese songs, but the singer ended up sounding thai.
my brother had asked me along to watch him jam wit this band that called him in. the guitarist/singer played songs that required only 4 chords even tho he had a Gibson, the drummer look stoned, my brother looked bored. they all looked 10 years older than me.
in the midst of d cacophony, i did wat i least expected to do. i started tinking... i noticed that tt this was wat i wanted 2 do. it's a purpose, a legacy they leave behind. i did manage to prove myself when the ting wuz over. but wat was d point? there's nowhere for me 2 go.
i've been a bum just looking for tings to do.. an now i feel damn guilty.
apologies to all who i have whined to an bugged..
i have got 2 make d best of my life..
i've got 2 occupy myself..
cuz seriously, i have gotta carry this weight by myself.
haiz*
my brother had asked me along to watch him jam wit this band that called him in. the guitarist/singer played songs that required only 4 chords even tho he had a Gibson, the drummer look stoned, my brother looked bored. they all looked 10 years older than me.
in the midst of d cacophony, i did wat i least expected to do. i started tinking... i noticed that tt this was wat i wanted 2 do. it's a purpose, a legacy they leave behind. i did manage to prove myself when the ting wuz over. but wat was d point? there's nowhere for me 2 go.
i've been a bum just looking for tings to do.. an now i feel damn guilty.
apologies to all who i have whined to an bugged..
i have got 2 make d best of my life..
i've got 2 occupy myself..
cuz seriously, i have gotta carry this weight by myself.
haiz*
Sunday, July 01, 2007
some songs just ring in your head..
this is 1 of them
Pearl Jam - Worldwide Suicide
this is 1 of them
Pearl Jam - Worldwide Suicide
I felt the earth on Monday, It moved beneath my feet.
In the form of a morning paper, Laid out for me to see.
Saw his face in a corner picture, I recognized the name.
Could not stop staring at the, Face I'd never see again.
It's a shame to awake in a world of pain
What does it mean when a war has taken over
It's the same everyday in a hell manmade
What can be saved, and who will be left to hold her?
The whole world, World over.
It's a worldwide suicide.
Medals on a wooden mantle, Next to a handsome face.
That the president took for granted,
Writing checks that others pay.
And in all the madness, thought becomes numb and naive.
So much to talk about, nothing for to say.
It's the same everyday and the wave won't break
Tell you to pray, while the devils on their shoulder
Laying claim to the take that our soldiers save
Does not equate, and the truth's already out there
The whole world, World over.
It's a worldwide suicide.
The whole world, World over.
It's a worldwide suicide.
Looking in the eyes of the fallen
You got to know there's another, another, another, another, another way
It's a shame to awake in a world of pain
What does it mean when a war has taken over
It's the same everyday and the wave won't break
Tell you to pray, while the devils on their shoulder
The whole world, World over.
It's a worldwide suicide.
The whole world, World over.
It's a worldwide suicide.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Sunday, June 10, 2007
THIRD EYE BLIND:
How's it gonna be
I'm only pretty sure that I can't take anymore
Before you take a swing
I wonder, what are we fighting for
When I say out loud
I want to get out of this
I wonder, is there anything I'm gonna miss
I wonder
How's it gonna be
When you don't know me
How's it gonna be
When you're sure I'm not there
How's it gonna be
When there's no one there to talk to you
Between you and me
'Cause I don't care
How's it gonna be
How's it gonna be
Where we used to laugh
There's a shouting match
Sharp as a thumbnail scratch
A silence I can't ignore
Like the hammock by the doorway we spent time in
Swings empty
I don't see lightning like last fall
When it was always about to hit me
I wonder
How's it gonna be
When it goes down
How's it gonna be
When you're not around
How's it gonna be
When you found out there was nothing
Between you and me
'Cause I don't care
How's it gonna be
How's it gonna be
When you don't know me any more
And how's it gonna be
Want to get myself back in again
The soft dive of oblivion
I want to taste the salt of your skin
The soft dive of oblivion, oblivion
How's it gonna be
When you don't know me any more
How's it gonna be
How's it gonna be
How's it gonna be
Sunday, June 03, 2007
a song that lessens burdens,
and ode to reignite passion.
rise up,
rise up.
away from that acrid pleasure!
prise us from the seductive bitterness,
the flute that leaves you
spinning, swirling,
alone.
hope has blossomed,
yet is refused an audience.
veiled glory peeking thru,
foolishly ignored.
rise up,
rise up.
spread the binds,
stir up from dejection,
the journey,
your episode,
must run its course.
and ode to reignite passion.
rise up,
rise up.
away from that acrid pleasure!
prise us from the seductive bitterness,
the flute that leaves you
spinning, swirling,
alone.
hope has blossomed,
yet is refused an audience.
veiled glory peeking thru,
foolishly ignored.
rise up,
rise up.
spread the binds,
stir up from dejection,
the journey,
your episode,
must run its course.
Saturday, June 02, 2007
Sunday, May 20, 2007
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