Questions of Solitude

I finally got everything off my chest which is great because I fell a little bit lighter. On the down side, I realiesed that I write better when I am in a depressive state. Music comes so much easier in that state of mind.

Over the weekend, I tried to complete another track started several weeks back and all I had was a blank.

Total frustration!!!! You feel happy and yet pissed off. Sigh, I guess that is what being alive is about. Now I have to learn how to evoke depressiveness and melancholy or alternatively keep doing things that will depress the hell of out me.

But how do you do something that would depress yourself? I think its near impossible, for me at least!!!

But I will write, I will continue to compose and I will succeed. I wish I will never fall in love, like really in love, because that will make me really happy and will definitely kill my inspiring requirements.

What the hell am I saying? Of course I want to fall in love. All I have to then is just turn ‘pop’!!!

Groan, If i ever turn pop, I will have to kill myself!!! Hey!!! now thats actually quite depressing!!! Hmmmm, this might work........

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All it wanted was for the truth to be heard,
A pillar doesn’t move even if it’s not rewarded,
Care and love does not change with answers,
It feeds on the fact that you’ll find happiness,

No, I won’t ask for more and
No, I won’t demand,
How can it be mad if all there is to give?

Time might change perception but stones,
Eventually decay will destroy us, proudly
Standing in the shadows, quietly
Giving and not requesting

No, I won’t ask for more and
No, I won’t demand
How can it be mad if all there is to give?

There is no nothing, just the way you think,
There is always something, just keep looking,

Till that time, It stands, Till that time

The Doors

Opening and closing doors is a delicate business. Sometimes it’s just plain impossible to know what is behind the doors.

Holding a door open is delicate too. Hold too long and you never know what may get in or get out. Keeping one closed too long and the world may past you by.

Finding the balance between the two is an elusive art and unfortunately it only comes with experience. I regret keeping too many a door closed and regret opening some but that is fine because I start learning the right time to open & close.

Sometimes eternity is not a long time but there are times 14 days are a lifetime.

Tangan Lambat

Wow i wish i could write lyrics this cryptic. Interpol is fast becoming my number 1 band.

"Slow Hands"

Yeah but nobody searches
Nobody cares somehow
When the loving that you've wasted
Comes raining from a hapless cloud
And I might stop and look upon your face
Disappear in the sweet, sweet gaze
See the living that surrounds me
Dissipate in a violet place
Can't you see what you've done to my heart and soul?
This is a wasteland now

We spies
We slow hands
Put the weights all around yourself
We spies
Oh yeah we slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself now

I submit my incentive is romance
I watched the pole dance of the stars
We rejoice because the hurting is so painless
From the distance of passing cars
But I am married to your charms & grace
I just go crazy like the good old days
You make me want to pick up a guitar
And celebrate the myriad ways that I love you
Can you see what you've done to my heart and soul?
This is a wasteland now

We spies
Yeah we slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself
We spiesOh yeah we slow hands
Killer, for hire you know not yourself

We spies
We slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself
We spiesOh yeah we slow hands
We retire like nobody else

We spies
Intimate slow hands killer
For hire you know not yourself
We spiesIntimate slow hands
You let the face slap around herself