6 am day after Christmas
I throw some clothes on in the dark
The smell of cold
Car seat is freezing
The world is sleeping
I am numb
Up the stairs to her apartment
She is balled up on the couch
Her mom and dad went down to Charlotte
they're not home to find us out
And we drive
Now that I have found someone
I'm feeling more alone
Than I ever have before
She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly
they call her name at 7:30
I pace around the parking lot
then I walk down to buy her flowers
And sell some gifts that I got
Can't you see
It's not me you're dying for
Now she's feeling more alone
Then she ever has before
She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly
off the coast and I'm headed nowhere
She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly
As weeks went by
It showed that she was not fine
They told me son it's time to tell the truth
She broke down and I broke down
Cause I was tired of lying
Driving home to her apartment
For the moment we're alone
She's alone
I'm alone
Now I know it
Benfoldsfive.
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Sunday, May 15, 2005
Indie Chick
Gosh.. had the best night in alooooooong time! haha... some call it indie, and it sounds cool so i'll stick with that. haha... got relatively high, EXCELLENT music and great company.. what more can a girl ask for?
Sigh.. haha.. abit worn out now. Its a good worn out though... so.. music for tonight.. Brit bands, mr brightside (who doesnt love them?), and ... without you.. yes, clay aiken... and at this point in time, never leave you...
damn i wanna go back to england... ican do that somg on repeat for a loooong time. and i think the good ole sap for the month has come back to haunt me.. haha.. sounds bad doesnt it.. i have a feelin that this is gonna be a hard one to fight... please dont be too hard on me yeah? please... dont....
Sigh.. haha.. abit worn out now. Its a good worn out though... so.. music for tonight.. Brit bands, mr brightside (who doesnt love them?), and ... without you.. yes, clay aiken... and at this point in time, never leave you...
damn i wanna go back to england... ican do that somg on repeat for a loooong time. and i think the good ole sap for the month has come back to haunt me.. haha.. sounds bad doesnt it.. i have a feelin that this is gonna be a hard one to fight... please dont be too hard on me yeah? please... dont....
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Dylan-Dylan
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
I will not go down under the ground
"Cause somebody tells me that death's comin' 'round
An' I will not carry myself down to die
When I go to my grave my head will be high,
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.
There's been rumors of war and wars that have been
The meaning of the life has been lost in the wind
And some people thinkin' that the end is close by
"Stead of learnin' to live they are learning to die.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.
I don't know if I'm smart but I think I can see
When someone is pullin' the wool over me
And if this war comes and death's all around
Let me die on this land 'fore I die underground.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.
There's always been people that have to cause fear
They've been talking of the war now for many long years
I have read all their statements and I've not said a word
But now Lawd God, let my poor voice be heard.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.
If I had rubies and riches and crowns
I'd buy the whole world and change things around
I'd throw all the guns and the tanks in the sea
For they are mistakes of a past history.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.
Let me drink from the waters where the mountain streams flood
Let me smell of wildflowers flow free through my blood
Let me sleep in your meadows with the green grassy leaves
Let me walk down the highway with my brother in peace.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.
Go out in your country where the land meets the sun
See the craters and the canyons where the waterfalls run
Nevada, New Mexico, Arizona, Idaho
Let every state in this union seep in your souls.
And you'll die in your footsteps
Before you go down under the ground.
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
I will not go down under the ground
"Cause somebody tells me that death's comin' 'round
An' I will not carry myself down to die
When I go to my grave my head will be high,
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.
There's been rumors of war and wars that have been
The meaning of the life has been lost in the wind
And some people thinkin' that the end is close by
"Stead of learnin' to live they are learning to die.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.
I don't know if I'm smart but I think I can see
When someone is pullin' the wool over me
And if this war comes and death's all around
Let me die on this land 'fore I die underground.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.
There's always been people that have to cause fear
They've been talking of the war now for many long years
I have read all their statements and I've not said a word
But now Lawd God, let my poor voice be heard.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.
If I had rubies and riches and crowns
I'd buy the whole world and change things around
I'd throw all the guns and the tanks in the sea
For they are mistakes of a past history.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.
Let me drink from the waters where the mountain streams flood
Let me smell of wildflowers flow free through my blood
Let me sleep in your meadows with the green grassy leaves
Let me walk down the highway with my brother in peace.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.
Go out in your country where the land meets the sun
See the craters and the canyons where the waterfalls run
Nevada, New Mexico, Arizona, Idaho
Let every state in this union seep in your souls.
And you'll die in your footsteps
Before you go down under the ground.
Sunday, May 08, 2005
driving slow on sunday morning...
Yep. First lesson in Leeds and it snows, so it seems appropriate that the first lesson in Singapore is accompanied by a downpour. Wonder if I'll be allowed to take the wheel today.
But the point is, i've got all this wonderful rain going on and I can't stay in bed or get to starbucks!
But the point is, i've got all this wonderful rain going on and I can't stay in bed or get to starbucks!
Saturday, May 07, 2005
today
http://tomorrow.sg/archives/2005/05/06/acidflask_replies_to_cna_report.html
seems like the only way i can be happy is to not want to do what i want to do. to feel nothing. Getting out doesnt even help anymore.
seems like the only way i can be happy is to not want to do what i want to do. to feel nothing. Getting out doesnt even help anymore.
Friday, May 06, 2005
Thursday, May 05, 2005
haiz...i cant help but to feel sad to see you online right now...haha
Thursday, 05 May 2005, 8:43am
Starbucks, Singapore
No inspiration. Perhaps I had my coffee a little too quickly. Getting the high now and cannot really think.
So there - first night passed without incident. Cant deny that the supernatural chitchat has gotten to me. Will explore later... meeting early today.
Starbucks, Singapore
No inspiration. Perhaps I had my coffee a little too quickly. Getting the high now and cannot really think.
So there - first night passed without incident. Cant deny that the supernatural chitchat has gotten to me. Will explore later... meeting early today.
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Directions
i want to be zipping around in my peugeot, getting things organised for this huge ass moet chandon party - a gathering of the biggest, blingest, glamest A list celebs - and raise a couple of million dollars to build schools for children in Africa
Monday, May 02, 2005
The Power of Duets, I play by his rules
A duet must always be sung by two. When it's adapted as a solo, it just loses so much. The beauty of a duet is not in the quality of voice but the way two different voices entwine to communicate the same message, one that articulates, more than the most well-penned lyrics, the joy of the union or the pain of the separation. The sheer intensity of the duet can move like no solo can. In a performance, its even more obvious. Where a lone singer can have a stage presence that inspires an audience, a couple can captivate and mesmerise the audience with the chemistry that binds them. The emotion is most palpable.
**-**
I've been blessed by God to be able to do what I've been doing. Everything you see, everything that you hear was a gift from God and it's my responsibility to use it to do his work.
Not the exact quote but its the essence. I wonder how many feel this way. That they were made this way to fulfill a higher purpose. What's your higher purpose?
**-**
I've been blessed by God to be able to do what I've been doing. Everything you see, everything that you hear was a gift from God and it's my responsibility to use it to do his work.
Not the exact quote but its the essence. I wonder how many feel this way. That they were made this way to fulfill a higher purpose. What's your higher purpose?
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