January's curtain is closing,but it feels like forever.I wish the year ends sooner,that way,I will feel more alive and hopeful that the year actually begins fresh.As if all that had happened during the year before didn't matter anymore.Technically,it is the new year because my identification cards states that my race is Chinese but honestly,I don't feel like I'm one.There's no reunion dinner,no tossing of food in the air and definitely,no red packets hunting.What I do have is an abundance of oranges(if it symbolises wealth then I'm filthy rich,which underlines that fact that I'm a Chinese boy who has no clue in my racial customs).Besides I don't think I look good in red,as much as I am a Manchester United fan.But then again,nothing looks good on me so I might as well go naked.
I know it's only the first month and yet I'm already complaining.This was supposed to be a year of hope and change.All I see now is hope for a spare change,of course this referring to the economy.My tutor will be proud I didn't use the word 'economics' and 'sucks' in the same sentence,oh wait,I just did.Sure it doesn't affect me directly since I am not working and I shouldn't be worried about getting retrenched amongst other things but I too am afraid of how it will affect my family.I have a dad who should be retired by now not just because of his age,but also because he deserves to retire peacefully after working for pretty much his whole life.I have a loving mom who's plays the perfect housewife and a social circle-less brother who's stuck in national service for more or less another year.Soon enough,I think I will be caught dead begging and hoping for spare change along Orchard Rd with or without a guitar in hand.Now that's starving artist for you.
Life is just a clean white canvas,waiting to be painted with all shades of colour by the artist.Ourselves.We make decisions every second,knowingly and unknowingly.We are the masters of our own lives,that is why when we die,all that's left is the masterpiece.The gentle strokes of the brush on the smooth fabric,sketching every single detail down to its finest grain.There are only so much colours in a rainbow,but because of its endless combination,they sparked more colours in the universe.Some brighter to represent the more happier times.The darker ones more often associated to gloomy days that filled the skies.As each colour merges,their roads intertwined forming a new relationship between the people around us.But not all of them are lucky enough to start from one end of the canvas,once it reaches the other end,only memories are left.Some luckier to have been overdrawn by other colours making their lives look more meaningful.Some leads a long yet unicolour life,people you knew existed but never had the chance to know.But sometimes,there are times in which you choose to cut all ties with that person who meant so much to you but because of circumstances,you are left with a parallel choice.Fire the world of colors away...(tbc in the next post)
Like the leaf that sleeps through summer
We all trade the sun for dreams
Soon we'll fade from green to fire colors
As we spill to grasses green
I have realised, I'll only be here for awhile
Life comes and goes, before you know
I have realised that life's a blessing, and a trial
You could come, then go before you know
Why you're living this life
Do we have a hope?
Do we have a hope?
We all wonder why we wake each morning
As we breathe our nicotines
Are we here only to suffer aging?
Are we here to fall like leaves?
I have realised, I'll only be here for awhile
Life comes and goes, before you know
I have realised that life's a blessing, and a trial
You could come, then go before you know
Why you're living this life
Do we have a hope?
Do we have a hope?
Do we have a hope?
I have realised, I'll only be here for awhile
Life comes and goes, before you know
I have realised that life's a blessing, and a trial
You could come, then go before you know
Why you're living this life
Fire Colors by The Send.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Choose The One Who Loves You More...
For once,I've actually neglected this space.The week's been hectic,all the deadly deadlines to deal with and disgusting economics.I probably scored a hell lot for alliteration in the last sentence with 4 words starting with d's,wait is it even called alliteration?Anyway,it's almost Chinese New Year and the best thing about it is,the holidays.Not so much the red packets because I don't receive them since I've noone to visit and most,if not all,the shops are closed which sucks even more.But hey,I get to spend 2 extra loser days at home and that can only be a good thing.Indulge myself in kinds of amusement like trying to kick ass in the Facebook games which are slightly addictive and Fifa Online 2 though it's duper laggy.Whoever owns a Fifa Online 2 account,please add me up so we can play together,that'll be really fun.I've been getting owned by strangers because my players aren't developed yet but I went ahead and challenged the people anyway because I was too bored of playing against bots.
Anyway,over the past week I've been given two offers.One from Weiwen of For This Cycle and the other by Ryan.Both are really promising though in very different ways,nonetheless they're both very attractive.I'm actually pretty unsure if I have to make a sacrifice but as far as I know,I don't think I have to,except time and money of course.But whatever the case,I'll forsake both if I have to for the benefit of SavingSomeone which will always be my number one gun.We finally completed 2 new songs but judging from response,I'm not sure how they will fare in the future but we'll see how it goes.
He went to the front porch and opened his letterbox.Two envelopes laid,waiting to be opened and read.Surprised but excited at the same time.He grabbed them and tried to figure out who they were from but whoever sent them didn't seem to want to leave any trace behind.No postage stamps,no return adress,not even the recipient's address."Wrong house,probably?"he thought to himself.Whatever the case,they were hand delivered and the postman couldn't possibly get the address wrong.
"What's this?"referring to the minute inscription at the bottom right hand corner of both envelopes.He went back indoors and placed them on the study table to get better lighting off the table lamp.
'To Love',one wrote and 'To Be Loved' the other.He leaned back and sat motionless with the letters on each hand."Does this mean that,I have to make a choice?"he wondered.It seemed very likely though.Taken aback he left them for the moment to get hid head back in shape."Coffee's calling..."
That has always been excuse whenever he faced such a situation.He goes for a quick fix and pretend nothing happened.It was his way of escaping the reality,only God knows how many times he practiced his escapism therapy.
To Love,to continue fighting for what you believe is good for you regardless of another's opinion.Having the ability to give up everything you believe is worth sacrificing in order to get what you want or what you truly deserve.The longing feeling of wanting to spend the rest of your life with that one person though it may not be right or good for the other party.Deserving at times,selfish in most and selfless in others.
To Be Loved,the situation in which you gave yourself up for the benefit of others.The joy and smile you managed to bring into people's lives in exhange of your own.The ability to make a change in people's life through ways you believe may not be right or good.The comforting feeling of being with the ones who really loved you for who you are,inside out.Selfless at times,deserved in most and selfish in others.
Choose the one who loves you more,choose the one whom you love more...
Rain, rain, rain on my mind
I've got a secret life
Wipe, wipe, wipe it away
Nothing can make me dry
Fight all the while
Fight til I think I'm free
Feel rains we never see
Beautiful secret lives
It can make you face all your fears
It can make you face all your fears
Oh, smile, smile in a day
Fear takes its place at night
Oh, oh, I'm pretty in the rain
I love your secret life
It can make you face all your fears
It can make you face all your fears
I could leave you well enough alone
Believe and you'll be overcome
And gone by grace away
Better off than if I stayed
I could leave you well enough alone
Believe and you'll be overcome
And gone by grace away
Better off than if I stayed
I could leave, you walk away
We'll save it for another day
Through all the wars I've come to know
It's punches pulled, not towels thrown in
When they come knocking on your heart's door
Choose the one who loves you more
And when you've found something to die for
(Make you face all your fears)
They'll be knocking on your heart's door
(Make you face all your fears)
When they come knocking on your heart's door
(Make you face all your fears)
Choose the one who loves you more
(Make you face all your fears)
And when you've found something to die for
(Make you face all your fears)
They'll be knocking on your heart's door
(Make you face all your fears)
When they come knocking on your heart's door
(Make you face all your fears)
Choose the one who loves you more
(Make you)
Choose The One Who Loves You More by Copeland.
Anyway,over the past week I've been given two offers.One from Weiwen of For This Cycle and the other by Ryan.Both are really promising though in very different ways,nonetheless they're both very attractive.I'm actually pretty unsure if I have to make a sacrifice but as far as I know,I don't think I have to,except time and money of course.But whatever the case,I'll forsake both if I have to for the benefit of SavingSomeone which will always be my number one gun.We finally completed 2 new songs but judging from response,I'm not sure how they will fare in the future but we'll see how it goes.
He went to the front porch and opened his letterbox.Two envelopes laid,waiting to be opened and read.Surprised but excited at the same time.He grabbed them and tried to figure out who they were from but whoever sent them didn't seem to want to leave any trace behind.No postage stamps,no return adress,not even the recipient's address."Wrong house,probably?"he thought to himself.Whatever the case,they were hand delivered and the postman couldn't possibly get the address wrong.
"What's this?"referring to the minute inscription at the bottom right hand corner of both envelopes.He went back indoors and placed them on the study table to get better lighting off the table lamp.
'To Love',one wrote and 'To Be Loved' the other.He leaned back and sat motionless with the letters on each hand."Does this mean that,I have to make a choice?"he wondered.It seemed very likely though.Taken aback he left them for the moment to get hid head back in shape."Coffee's calling..."
That has always been excuse whenever he faced such a situation.He goes for a quick fix and pretend nothing happened.It was his way of escaping the reality,only God knows how many times he practiced his escapism therapy.
To Love,to continue fighting for what you believe is good for you regardless of another's opinion.Having the ability to give up everything you believe is worth sacrificing in order to get what you want or what you truly deserve.The longing feeling of wanting to spend the rest of your life with that one person though it may not be right or good for the other party.Deserving at times,selfish in most and selfless in others.
To Be Loved,the situation in which you gave yourself up for the benefit of others.The joy and smile you managed to bring into people's lives in exhange of your own.The ability to make a change in people's life through ways you believe may not be right or good.The comforting feeling of being with the ones who really loved you for who you are,inside out.Selfless at times,deserved in most and selfish in others.
Choose the one who loves you more,choose the one whom you love more...
Rain, rain, rain on my mind
I've got a secret life
Wipe, wipe, wipe it away
Nothing can make me dry
Fight all the while
Fight til I think I'm free
Feel rains we never see
Beautiful secret lives
It can make you face all your fears
It can make you face all your fears
Oh, smile, smile in a day
Fear takes its place at night
Oh, oh, I'm pretty in the rain
I love your secret life
It can make you face all your fears
It can make you face all your fears
I could leave you well enough alone
Believe and you'll be overcome
And gone by grace away
Better off than if I stayed
I could leave you well enough alone
Believe and you'll be overcome
And gone by grace away
Better off than if I stayed
I could leave, you walk away
We'll save it for another day
Through all the wars I've come to know
It's punches pulled, not towels thrown in
When they come knocking on your heart's door
Choose the one who loves you more
And when you've found something to die for
(Make you face all your fears)
They'll be knocking on your heart's door
(Make you face all your fears)
When they come knocking on your heart's door
(Make you face all your fears)
Choose the one who loves you more
(Make you face all your fears)
And when you've found something to die for
(Make you face all your fears)
They'll be knocking on your heart's door
(Make you face all your fears)
When they come knocking on your heart's door
(Make you face all your fears)
Choose the one who loves you more
(Make you)
Choose The One Who Loves You More by Copeland.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Sliding Doors...
I think school's been stressing me out a little too much for my liking which results in me being in this rather crazy state of mind.I think today was the craziest of the lot but I shan't reveal too much because it's kind of embarrassing.I can't quite believe what I did either,I'm truly in awe of my courage yet shameless and almost desperate attempt to try something really crazy.I guess it has been a while since I've done anything as crazy but I can't do anything now since it's already been done.I'm contemplating on whether I should go for a plastic surgery to hide my face from the sheer embarrassment or an oath to never take the train to and from Eunos ever again.I highly doubt that anyone else saw what I did but it'll still be weird if I bump into that person pretending nothing happened.Hopefully if I did see that person again,we'll act normal and live our everyday lives as it has always been.
It takes a fraction of a second or a certain action and it's reaction to separate a genius from a group of idiots and honestly,I don't know how I fared but I'm possibly more related to the latter than anything else.Good job Ed,give yourself a pat in the back or a hug to comfort yourself from all this madness.Then again,I'm sure people have done what I did and probably fared far worse.Wait,what could be worse than what's happening to me now right?Rhetorical rant,just to please and make myself feel better I'll say "Yes!".
I know I'm not being brutally honest about what happened because up until this point,you guys probably still don't know what the hell I'm talking about but that's ok because that's just the way I like it.The reason why I like blogs is that there are always cryptic and hidden messages written all over the page and posts and it all boils down to you to find out what it is.It might not be the correct answer but at least you get a rough idea of what the meaning is and by then,you probably form impressions of that person,good or bad,right or wrong.
Judging from my blog,I think it's safe to say that I'm someone secretive who's very into lyrics and particular about the fine details like the commas,full stops,spelling and spaces in the lyrics aspect of each post.If you're not the type who bothers reading the whole post then you're probably missing the good points although as far as possibly I try to keep the titles as related as possible to the happenings around me.You have to pay attention to the nitty-gritty details and read the fine prints that's written in clearly enough for everyone,including the blind,to see.All you need is a little effort and nut cracking to tie the loose ends and there you go,the story of my life.This shows that as much as I am unpredictable,I am predictable enough in terms of expressing myself.
Just to make sure I remember this day,I jot it here so it's easy for me to access and recall in horror in the near future of my almost pathetic and futile existence.Maybe,which is almost likely,I will try and write a song about it too because I think the event is more than interesting enough to write about although I can't seem to find the words or the right idea to build the backbone of the song upon.Gosh,this is getting more pathetic and I'm feeling shitty all over.All I can do now is wait.
On a brighter note,tonight's jamming night.Hopefully it's productive and better than the previous one.Also,that the guys like the new song as much as I do because I think it's so much better than the ones I normally create.Besides,it's a song with story,history and meaning to me personally.I think I have a gift,talent or a curse depending on how you see it.When I come up with story songs,it seems to actually happen and worst of all,I get to experience my own work of art come to life.This leads me to my next point,I should write happier songs with a happy story and happy ending so that it would actually work out for me in the future.
Left a note and beat the sliding doors...
Another Friday night
And the week is over
Got a bottle of wine
And a meal for one
Never could have known
She was walking with me in the rain
Another back to back
Down the escalator
Beat the sliding doors
By a twist of fate
Than a glance behind an evening paper
And there she was
Lonely's gone
Suddenly I got this feeling
Lonely's gone
I spin around
Yeah, Yeah
I've left the ground
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Should I make a move?
Did she catch me falling?
What I got to lose?
Will she cut me dead?
Before I catch my breath
Can't believe she's walking
Off my train
Beat the sliding doors
Is she gone? Don't lose her
Gotta keep my head
Someone taps my shoulder
Then I spin around and
She's just smiling
I guess she knows
Lonely's gone
Suddenly I got this feeling
Lonely's gone
I spin around
Yeah, Yeah
I've left the ground
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Is this fate or happenstance?
Her design or my last chance?
I can't speak
Cause she takes my breath away
So it's Friday night
And the day is over
Crack a bottle of wine
Make a meal for two
But there's no room on the dining table
Here we go
Here we go
Lonely's gone
Suddenly I got this feeling
Lonely's gone
I spin around
Yeah, Yeah
I've left the ground
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Lonely's gone
Suddenly I got this feeling
Lonely's gone
I spin around
Yeah, Yeah
And now we've left the ground
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Lonely's gone
Lonely's gone...
Sliding Doors by Darius.
It takes a fraction of a second or a certain action and it's reaction to separate a genius from a group of idiots and honestly,I don't know how I fared but I'm possibly more related to the latter than anything else.Good job Ed,give yourself a pat in the back or a hug to comfort yourself from all this madness.Then again,I'm sure people have done what I did and probably fared far worse.Wait,what could be worse than what's happening to me now right?Rhetorical rant,just to please and make myself feel better I'll say "Yes!".
I know I'm not being brutally honest about what happened because up until this point,you guys probably still don't know what the hell I'm talking about but that's ok because that's just the way I like it.The reason why I like blogs is that there are always cryptic and hidden messages written all over the page and posts and it all boils down to you to find out what it is.It might not be the correct answer but at least you get a rough idea of what the meaning is and by then,you probably form impressions of that person,good or bad,right or wrong.
Judging from my blog,I think it's safe to say that I'm someone secretive who's very into lyrics and particular about the fine details like the commas,full stops,spelling and spaces in the lyrics aspect of each post.If you're not the type who bothers reading the whole post then you're probably missing the good points although as far as possibly I try to keep the titles as related as possible to the happenings around me.You have to pay attention to the nitty-gritty details and read the fine prints that's written in clearly enough for everyone,including the blind,to see.All you need is a little effort and nut cracking to tie the loose ends and there you go,the story of my life.This shows that as much as I am unpredictable,I am predictable enough in terms of expressing myself.
Just to make sure I remember this day,I jot it here so it's easy for me to access and recall in horror in the near future of my almost pathetic and futile existence.Maybe,which is almost likely,I will try and write a song about it too because I think the event is more than interesting enough to write about although I can't seem to find the words or the right idea to build the backbone of the song upon.Gosh,this is getting more pathetic and I'm feeling shitty all over.All I can do now is wait.
On a brighter note,tonight's jamming night.Hopefully it's productive and better than the previous one.Also,that the guys like the new song as much as I do because I think it's so much better than the ones I normally create.Besides,it's a song with story,history and meaning to me personally.I think I have a gift,talent or a curse depending on how you see it.When I come up with story songs,it seems to actually happen and worst of all,I get to experience my own work of art come to life.This leads me to my next point,I should write happier songs with a happy story and happy ending so that it would actually work out for me in the future.
Left a note and beat the sliding doors...
Another Friday night
And the week is over
Got a bottle of wine
And a meal for one
Never could have known
She was walking with me in the rain
Another back to back
Down the escalator
Beat the sliding doors
By a twist of fate
Than a glance behind an evening paper
And there she was
Lonely's gone
Suddenly I got this feeling
Lonely's gone
I spin around
Yeah, Yeah
I've left the ground
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Should I make a move?
Did she catch me falling?
What I got to lose?
Will she cut me dead?
Before I catch my breath
Can't believe she's walking
Off my train
Beat the sliding doors
Is she gone? Don't lose her
Gotta keep my head
Someone taps my shoulder
Then I spin around and
She's just smiling
I guess she knows
Lonely's gone
Suddenly I got this feeling
Lonely's gone
I spin around
Yeah, Yeah
I've left the ground
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Is this fate or happenstance?
Her design or my last chance?
I can't speak
Cause she takes my breath away
So it's Friday night
And the day is over
Crack a bottle of wine
Make a meal for two
But there's no room on the dining table
Here we go
Here we go
Lonely's gone
Suddenly I got this feeling
Lonely's gone
I spin around
Yeah, Yeah
I've left the ground
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Lonely's gone
Suddenly I got this feeling
Lonely's gone
I spin around
Yeah, Yeah
And now we've left the ground
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Lonely's gone
Lonely's gone...
Sliding Doors by Darius.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Books And Letters...
Writing books through letter,that I'm sure you'll never read...
With your head held high
Pretend that you're alright without me
And I'm better now that I'm without your fears
And I'll write this down, sound it out
And pretend there's something more left in your town
I'll sit through months away from home without you
And 4,000 miles away is all I need
For you to realise what you need
But you're clean cut and exposed
And I've never felt more at home
But I'll pretend there's something more left in your town
I'm falling in and out of love
Finally stopping what we were made of
"Oh, you're done"
By summer I'll have you on your knees
Come August and you'll lie right through your teeth
And it's oh so typical but what I need
I'm writing books through letters
(That I'm sure you'll never read)
I'm searching through a postcard
(To find any trace of me)
But you've traded thoughts of me
For this new life that comes cheap
And I can only pray it falls beneath your feet
I'm falling in and out of love
Finally stopping what we were made of
"Oh, you're done"
By summer I'll have you on your knees
Come August and you'll lie right through your teeth
And it's oh so typical but what I need
You're done it's just what I need
(I'm falling in and out of love)
(You and...)
Your violent attempts to come clean
I'm falling in and out of love
Finally stopping what we were made of
"Oh, you're done"
By summer I'll have you on your knees
Come August and you'll lie right through your teeth
And it's oh so typical but what I need
"You're done"
It's just what I need...
Books And Letters by The Morning Light.
With your head held high
Pretend that you're alright without me
And I'm better now that I'm without your fears
And I'll write this down, sound it out
And pretend there's something more left in your town
I'll sit through months away from home without you
And 4,000 miles away is all I need
For you to realise what you need
But you're clean cut and exposed
And I've never felt more at home
But I'll pretend there's something more left in your town
I'm falling in and out of love
Finally stopping what we were made of
"Oh, you're done"
By summer I'll have you on your knees
Come August and you'll lie right through your teeth
And it's oh so typical but what I need
I'm writing books through letters
(That I'm sure you'll never read)
I'm searching through a postcard
(To find any trace of me)
But you've traded thoughts of me
For this new life that comes cheap
And I can only pray it falls beneath your feet
I'm falling in and out of love
Finally stopping what we were made of
"Oh, you're done"
By summer I'll have you on your knees
Come August and you'll lie right through your teeth
And it's oh so typical but what I need
You're done it's just what I need
(I'm falling in and out of love)
(You and...)
Your violent attempts to come clean
I'm falling in and out of love
Finally stopping what we were made of
"Oh, you're done"
By summer I'll have you on your knees
Come August and you'll lie right through your teeth
And it's oh so typical but what I need
"You're done"
It's just what I need...
Books And Letters by The Morning Light.
Monday, January 12, 2009
You Can't See The Forest For The Wolves...
It's been quite a while hasn't it?What can I say,the past few weeks have been hectic and as much as I try to have a life I can't.My mind's split up,I'm trying to save up cash to buy a few very important things but I can't have them all at one go.Jason Mraz's ticket,a proper acoustic guitar and cd spree.At the rate this is going however,I doubt I can get the tickets because they're selling like pancakes but I have a feeling there'll still be leftovers for the cheaper seats and I might just be desperate enough to actually attend it.If I can't get the tickets then I'll just have to make do with Fall Out Boy's and most probably,an acoustic because I need it badly.I'm feeling the acoustic vibes already and I can't wait to try out playing with a few people which I've narrowed my options to,hopefully the chemistry is there.
I guess having this side project is a good way for me to experiment with alot of my sound and the fact that I'm going to be back to roots of music.There is nothing wrong with playing mainstream and if ever I have a show,it'll be fun playing songs that people can sing out loud.I'll be keeping my fingers crossed that everything works out fine.Besides,this side project will mean I get to utilise more of my songs because I've not been able to use them for the band.Not because I'm selfish,I just find them unsuitable for the band.For example 12 Used To Be My Lucky Number,that has been and will always be one of my favourite songs written because the melody is strong and I thought it has enough to it but it's probably not the kind of songs that SavingSomeone is looking for.Well,it seems a better alternative too to play it acoustically,makes it sound way more radio-friendly.Some of the songs that got scrapped like Break Up Theory which I've renamed to The Closure will be fun to play on acoustic too.It seems like this side project will feature the B-sides of SavingSomeone,my unreleased originals and covers of my favourite bands.Plus,I get a bigger say in decision making,all I need now is a proper recording device and I'll be good to go.
And that passing figure,was nothing more than a passing stranger who enters suddenly and leaves just as quickly.Somewhere along the lines,he always knew something was amiss and he can sense that familiar feeling rushing towards him.Betrayed?No.Cheated?Maybe.Fair?Definitely,and he knows well enough that it wasn't his time.He accepted it wholeheartedly but he realised that he had lost belief in everything especially himself.But the story goes,because he is not the cowardly type.He'll take a bullet for the ones he care about and he knows one day,things will turn out brighter.He sits and waits patiently for that day to come.A withered leaf gracefully swayed from side to side in mid air,until it landed on his head.He held it and faced the heavens,"you can't see the forest for the wolves..."
Give me something to believe in
Something that is real
A moment of reflection
What should I believe?
I've lost my innocence
If you see it around please tell it to call
(I can't stomach, my own stomach)
It can't tell me truths I need
When what I feel and what I see isn't even real
(What should I believe)
Give me something to believe in
Something that is real
A moment of reflection
What should I believe
Television tells me one thing
Brain tells me something else
(Bullshit never had any intelligence)
War's a terror that we can do without
Small town thinkers will always wear you down
(Just don't look for the hidden meanings)
Give me something to believe in
Something that is real
A moment of reflection
What should I believe
Start with a voice, with some heart
(Something to believe)
End with a song in the light
(Something to believe)
Start with a voice, with some heart
(Something to believe)
End with a song in the light
(Something to believe)
Give me something to believe in
Give me something that is real
Give me something to believe in
Give me something that is real...
You Can't See The Forest For The Wolves by Funeral For A Friend.
I guess having this side project is a good way for me to experiment with alot of my sound and the fact that I'm going to be back to roots of music.There is nothing wrong with playing mainstream and if ever I have a show,it'll be fun playing songs that people can sing out loud.I'll be keeping my fingers crossed that everything works out fine.Besides,this side project will mean I get to utilise more of my songs because I've not been able to use them for the band.Not because I'm selfish,I just find them unsuitable for the band.For example 12 Used To Be My Lucky Number,that has been and will always be one of my favourite songs written because the melody is strong and I thought it has enough to it but it's probably not the kind of songs that SavingSomeone is looking for.Well,it seems a better alternative too to play it acoustically,makes it sound way more radio-friendly.Some of the songs that got scrapped like Break Up Theory which I've renamed to The Closure will be fun to play on acoustic too.It seems like this side project will feature the B-sides of SavingSomeone,my unreleased originals and covers of my favourite bands.Plus,I get a bigger say in decision making,all I need now is a proper recording device and I'll be good to go.
And that passing figure,was nothing more than a passing stranger who enters suddenly and leaves just as quickly.Somewhere along the lines,he always knew something was amiss and he can sense that familiar feeling rushing towards him.Betrayed?No.Cheated?Maybe.Fair?Definitely,and he knows well enough that it wasn't his time.He accepted it wholeheartedly but he realised that he had lost belief in everything especially himself.But the story goes,because he is not the cowardly type.He'll take a bullet for the ones he care about and he knows one day,things will turn out brighter.He sits and waits patiently for that day to come.A withered leaf gracefully swayed from side to side in mid air,until it landed on his head.He held it and faced the heavens,"you can't see the forest for the wolves..."
Give me something to believe in
Something that is real
A moment of reflection
What should I believe?
I've lost my innocence
If you see it around please tell it to call
(I can't stomach, my own stomach)
It can't tell me truths I need
When what I feel and what I see isn't even real
(What should I believe)
Give me something to believe in
Something that is real
A moment of reflection
What should I believe
Television tells me one thing
Brain tells me something else
(Bullshit never had any intelligence)
War's a terror that we can do without
Small town thinkers will always wear you down
(Just don't look for the hidden meanings)
Give me something to believe in
Something that is real
A moment of reflection
What should I believe
Start with a voice, with some heart
(Something to believe)
End with a song in the light
(Something to believe)
Start with a voice, with some heart
(Something to believe)
End with a song in the light
(Something to believe)
Give me something to believe in
Give me something that is real
Give me something to believe in
Give me something that is real...
You Can't See The Forest For The Wolves by Funeral For A Friend.
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
I Don't Care...
It's been a week since 2009 touched down,time floats far too fast for me to breathe deep.January's looking bright,I could afford a couple more rainy days though.I'm anxiously waiting for Bryan to be free so I can show him the new song which he started and I ended,I'm hoping it will be as epic as I imagined it to be.School's been a bore,what's new?I've been falling asleep more frequently in the bus,train,lecture hall,you name it.I can feel my eyebags inflating by the second.By the way,I'm excited about catching For This Cycle,Tacit Aria,Fall Out Boy and hopefully Jason Mraz.I missed Singfest last year and I'm not going to miss Jason Mraz again because he's one of the artistes on my list of 'gigs to catch before I die'.Then again,I'm glad I missed out Singfest because I'll get to see him for a full-blown concert and not just for a half-baked 30 minute set,it's way too short for artistes of his stature.And Fall Out Boy is going to be awesome just like their new album.
Anyway,I'm seriously looking for a vocalist to join my acoustic side project despite me not having a proper acoustic guitar.I guess for practice sake,I'll make do with an electric.So for anyone of you who likes to sing and has similar influences (Between The Trees,The Cab,We The Kings,The Maine,Paramore,Mayday Parade,All Time Low,Jack's Mannequin,Anberlin,Forever The Sickest Kids,Boys Like Girls,Mae,West Grand Boulevard,Postbox,Jason Mraz,For This Cycle),feel free to send me recordings,videos,demos and whatnot to ease my decision.East-eners will be a bonus since I stay in the east too but everything can be compromised.
I don't care what you think...
Say my name and his in the same breath
I dare you to say they taste the same
Let the leaves fall off in the summer
And let December glow in flames
Erase myself and let go
Start it over again in Mexico
These friends, they don't love you
They just love the hotel suites, now
I don't care what you think as long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness in misery
Said, I don't care what you think as long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness in misery
Oh, take a chance, let your body get a tolerance
I'm not a chance, put a heat wave in your pants
Pull a breath like another cigarette
Pawnshop heart trading up (trading up)
On the oracle in my chest
Let the guitar scream like a fascist
Sweat it out, shut your mouth
Free love on the streets but
In the alley it ain't that cheap, now
I don't care what you think as long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness in misery
Said, I don't care what you think as long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness in misery
Said, I don't care just to what you think
As long as it is about me, you said
I don't care just to what you think
As long as it's about me, I said
I don't care (I don't care)
Said, I don't care (I don't care)
Said, I (I) don't (don't) care (care)
I (I) don't (don't) care (no, I don't)
I don't care (I said I don't care)
I said, I (I) don't (don't) care (care)
I don't care what you think as long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness in misery
Said, I don't care what you think as long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness in misery...
I Don't Care by Fall Out Boy.
Anyway,I'm seriously looking for a vocalist to join my acoustic side project despite me not having a proper acoustic guitar.I guess for practice sake,I'll make do with an electric.So for anyone of you who likes to sing and has similar influences (Between The Trees,The Cab,We The Kings,The Maine,Paramore,Mayday Parade,All Time Low,Jack's Mannequin,Anberlin,Forever The Sickest Kids,Boys Like Girls,Mae,West Grand Boulevard,Postbox,Jason Mraz,For This Cycle),feel free to send me recordings,videos,demos and whatnot to ease my decision.East-eners will be a bonus since I stay in the east too but everything can be compromised.
I don't care what you think...
Say my name and his in the same breath
I dare you to say they taste the same
Let the leaves fall off in the summer
And let December glow in flames
Erase myself and let go
Start it over again in Mexico
These friends, they don't love you
They just love the hotel suites, now
I don't care what you think as long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness in misery
Said, I don't care what you think as long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness in misery
Oh, take a chance, let your body get a tolerance
I'm not a chance, put a heat wave in your pants
Pull a breath like another cigarette
Pawnshop heart trading up (trading up)
On the oracle in my chest
Let the guitar scream like a fascist
Sweat it out, shut your mouth
Free love on the streets but
In the alley it ain't that cheap, now
I don't care what you think as long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness in misery
Said, I don't care what you think as long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness in misery
Said, I don't care just to what you think
As long as it is about me, you said
I don't care just to what you think
As long as it's about me, I said
I don't care (I don't care)
Said, I don't care (I don't care)
Said, I (I) don't (don't) care (care)
I (I) don't (don't) care (no, I don't)
I don't care (I said I don't care)
I said, I (I) don't (don't) care (care)
I don't care what you think as long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness in misery
Said, I don't care what you think as long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness in misery...
I Don't Care by Fall Out Boy.
Friday, January 02, 2009
Feel Like New...
And I feel like new,on a Friday night...
Let's start this off with the nervous scene
I practiced all the things I would say
And then she whispered, "truth over dare"
Maybe she's just more scared
Does she want to feel like new?
I'll tell you what you know
What I'm thinking is true
It's a friday night affair
I'm going for the girl that wants
Nothing to do with me
Or anybody, anybody there
But lately we've been falling into key
I've got a feeling for you
Break it down for this final scene
She wrapped me up like a bad disease
She keeps on teasing me, leaving me
I'm calling her all the time
Time please tell
But then again, I think you're gone
Does she want to feel like new?
I'll tell you what you know
What I'm thinking is true
It's a friday night affair
I'm going for the girl that wants
Nothing to do with me
Or anybody, anybody there
But lately we've been falling into key
I've got a feeling for you
I found her out by the taste of her lies
Well, I don't think I'll taste her for that
I found her out by the touch of her skin
Well, I don't think you'd mind
It's a friday night affair
I'm going for the girl that wants
Nothing to do with me
Or anybody, anybody there
I've got a feeling for you
It's a friday night affair
I'm going for the girl that wants
Nothing to do with me
Or anybody, anybody there
But lately we've been falling into key
I've got a feeling for you
It's a friday night affair
It's a friday night affair
It's a friday night affair
It's a friday night affair
It's a friday night affair
It's a friday night affair...
Feel Like New by Rookie Of The Year.
Let's start this off with the nervous scene
I practiced all the things I would say
And then she whispered, "truth over dare"
Maybe she's just more scared
Does she want to feel like new?
I'll tell you what you know
What I'm thinking is true
It's a friday night affair
I'm going for the girl that wants
Nothing to do with me
Or anybody, anybody there
But lately we've been falling into key
I've got a feeling for you
Break it down for this final scene
She wrapped me up like a bad disease
She keeps on teasing me, leaving me
I'm calling her all the time
Time please tell
But then again, I think you're gone
Does she want to feel like new?
I'll tell you what you know
What I'm thinking is true
It's a friday night affair
I'm going for the girl that wants
Nothing to do with me
Or anybody, anybody there
But lately we've been falling into key
I've got a feeling for you
I found her out by the taste of her lies
Well, I don't think I'll taste her for that
I found her out by the touch of her skin
Well, I don't think you'd mind
It's a friday night affair
I'm going for the girl that wants
Nothing to do with me
Or anybody, anybody there
I've got a feeling for you
It's a friday night affair
I'm going for the girl that wants
Nothing to do with me
Or anybody, anybody there
But lately we've been falling into key
I've got a feeling for you
It's a friday night affair
It's a friday night affair
It's a friday night affair
It's a friday night affair
It's a friday night affair
It's a friday night affair...
Feel Like New by Rookie Of The Year.
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