I've heard blistering algid tales of self-regard, those of misanthropic melancholy in which the protagonist leaps at the sky with a rusty dagger in hopes of tearing the canopy, making his final mark in the tapestry of free-will and fate, before failing and plunging into the Cimmerian darkness 20,000 leagues below and explode into a nova of prismatic chromatic purity. These little shards are frozen but cryptic entries of the protagonist's personal diary, but as they fall to the ground, their brilliant varigation of colours seemingly enervate into the cool balm of the night. A spotlight from the niveous moonlight is thrown onto this scene, as if the protagonist was giving his final performance of his life.
And indeed, it was. The argentine spot created by the moon is now besmirched by the enervated colours of those little shards. They stained the spot with their colour, but the enervation has caused the colours to become nigrescent, morphing from radiant splashes to blotches of black and grey in varying degrees in darkness. The spotlight lingers on for a few seconds, but goes off as the dawn kills the limelight. The blotches seeps into the earth, no more to be found.
I'm reminded of the fact that everyone is in someway, a bard of his/her own right. And it is nettlesome that these tales sting like my own. I try to be felicitous, but at times I reek of unctuous wheedling. But everyone deserves to be heard. And the outlet is there for you. But would others open up the same outlet for you?
Maybe in a million years would the name of the antagonist be whispered on the high winds. And maybe somebody, someday, would have the chance to hear such a whisper, and be in familiarity with the existence of the man with the dry and broken bones. And may that person whisper the name and recite it in his/her heart.
Yeah. Maybe.
Because I am still looking for that person who will whisper the name, and treat him/her well, for his/her sake, for my sake, for everyone's sake.
But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be... me
ok fine the sun is still grey so is christmas so is tomorrow so is two hundred and sixty-nine seconds from now. but my head is still spinning. argh.
i must apologise, at least to myself, that i post so many song lyrics and write nothing substantial of my own. ah well. maybe i will ruminate more when the sun's not so grey anymore.
Pinch Me
It’s the perfect time of year
Somewhere far away from here
I feel fine enough I guess
Considering everything’s a mess
There’s a restaurant down the street
Where hungry people like to eat
I could walk, but I’ll just drive
It’s colder than it looks outside
It’s like a dream you try to remember but it’s gone
Then you try to scream but it only comes out as a yawn
When you try to see the world beyond your front door
Take your time cos the way I rhyme's gonna make you smile
When you realize that a guy my size might take awhile
Just to try to figure out what all this is for
It’s the perfect time of day
To throw all your cares away
Put the sprinkler on the lawn
And run through with my gym shorts on
Take a drink right from the hose
And change into some dryer clothes
Climb the stairs up to my room
Sleep away the afternoon
It’s like a dream you try to remember but it’s gone
Then you try to scream but it only comes out as a yawn
When you try to see the world beyond your front door
Take your time cos the way rhyme's gonna make you smile
When you realize that guy my size might take awhile
Just to try to figure out what all this is for
Pinch me, pinch me
'Cause I’m still asleep
Please God, tell me
That I’m still asleep
On an evening such as this
It’s hard to tell if I exist
Pack the car and leave this town
You’ll notice that I’m not around
I could hide out under there
I just made you say underwear
I could leave but I’ll just stay
All my stuff’s here anyway
It’s like a dream you try to remember but it’s gone
Then you try to scream but it only comes out as a yawn
When you try to see the world beyond your front door
Take your time cos the way I rhymes' gonna make you smile
When you realize that a guy my size might take awhile
Just to try to figure out what all this is for
Try to figure out what all this is for
Try to see the world beyond your front door
Try to figure out what all this is for
Barenaked Ladies
Become what you hate
I thought I found someone
I thought I had something I could trust
I still can't believe what happened
It's not that you lied to us
It's not that our friendship was a front
It's just that I can't see the real in you
Yeah for years I was afraid
Now I can finally say
That I'm afraid that you've become
Everything that you had hated
I'm waiting
For this to blow away
How could I have been so blind
How could I have ignored so many signs
Especially when my friends warned me
About your deceptive side
And that your friendship was a lie
Yeah for years I was betrayed
Now I can finally say
That I'm afraid that you've become
Everything that you had hated
I'm waiting
For this to blow away
I've been working for
Something oh so fake
But it's never too late
To correct the faults
So many others made
I know you don't care about whats right or fair
I heard you say your future is looking so great
I've been working for
Something oh so fake
But I'm not working for you no more
Midtown