Showing posts with label lirik. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lirik. Show all posts

Friday, July 6, 2012

Belasungkawa.


Belasungkawa = Condolence. Have absolutely nothing to do with...I dunno I just found out the meaning last night and it sounded awesome And just noticed my friend Mohdkimal wrote a song called Belangsungkawa. I was not copying him. He's way more awesome. 
No wonder Belangsungkawa sounded familiar..


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terbengkalai
dan bersepai
malam berguruh cuma

hujan turun
sekalipun
arak bulan purnama

tangis; ular sawa
sorak katak; hilangnya
raung serigala;
rai; arnab di rimba

riuh ribut
angin sahut
langit berpetir cuma

taufan ragu
balun bayu
hembus nafas akhirnya

tangis; ular sawa
sorak katak; hilangnya
raung serigala;
rai; arnab di rimba


Saturday, January 21, 2012

The Rojak Uta 2 : Stampede.



The Rojak Uta(The First) :






I now know better than to rap like ever. I shall rap no mo.

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Oh the Third World people,
Don't we fall, don't we stumble?
On each and every pointing finger
Of the narcissistic First World's.
We had to be organised,
In order to be recognised;
The ones apologising,
Flunks in production lines.
I know not you were God
Who had the veto to put on
The strongest armour man could make
And mighty words disassociating
All the kingdoms to be free,
All the kingdoms to be seen
As solitary standing,
Womanizing, full-o'-bribin',
Pimps; are flying cross-continents.
You can never be content
Until us, in the hands of you, our dear Commander;
We hail the very merry happy giddy 'New World Order'.

Nukes are dying, dying,
Bigots, streaking, streaking,
As all the slaves in the world start standing.
Dare you nullify,
The power of the rising!
You best to not forget the day you die in mighty stampede.

Ini khas dalam Bahasa Kebangsaan
Kerna aku kan pastikan
setiap derasnya ayat,
Kan tusuk sampai urat.
Tegang-teganglah berkata,
'Tuhan itu kita punya,'
Sedangkan Nabi sendiri,
Hari-hari nyaris mati;
Ditolak dan ditindas,
Quraisy yang tak berbelas.
Namun baginda tabah,
Menghuraikan betapa indahnya
Setiap wujud wanita,
Setiap wujud angkasa,
Setiap takut haiwan pada garang manusya.
Ilmu sebidang dada tak seluas Kalamullah!
Fatwa haram tak sesahih hujah Abu Hurairah!
Batok lepas di tangga, pegar makan padinya,
Anjing sendiri tahu; terang bayang itu penipu!
Barangkali kamu,
Lupa coretan lalu;
Rasul zaman akhir luas bertakbir bukan kamu!

Nukes are dying, dying,
Bigots streaking, streaking,
As all the commoner around start standing.
Dare you confiscate, the right to speculate!
Your death in stampede, that day; repent before it's too late.

真実を語る度、ため口(だめだよ!)
仲間を広がる度、本質(だめだよ!)
「あんまりにも、立派な人
の人生のようで生きていくべき」とは基本でしょう!
さあ、目標に合わない者はどうなるんだ?
まさか、いつも通りの自殺か?
歴史の殺し!
性欲の崇拝!
わいろで泳ぎ、
酒で精一杯!
おめでとう!さすが、その制度では、
人間っぽくなロボット達が出来上がった!
「なぁ、聞いて、これからどうすんだい?
ああ、こう、そう、したいけど勇気ない。。。」(ハハ!)
無言者、更に沈黙に沈む、
AHOな48、殊に豪華に潜る、
いつまでこの道を導くつもり?
いつまで悪を盛り上がらせたり?
溜まっとる、黙っとる、強い力を出せ!
君の未来、輝かせ、その夢!

Nukes are dying, dying,
Bigots streaking, streaking,
As all the brilliant young minds start standing,
Dare you isolate,
The power to be great!
The stampede will be the last scene;
as you meet your fate!

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English translation/transliteration of the latter two verses :

This is specially(written) in the National Language
For I will make sure
Every swift sentence
Will thrust your nerves.
Saying ever so strictly
'God is ours,'
When the Prophet himself
meets near-death on a daily basis
being pushed and suppressed
By the heartless Quraishis,
But he stayed strong,
Kept on describing
Every (reason of) woman existing
Every (reason of) galaxy existing
Every (reason of) animals fearing the wrath of humans
The knowledge you bring isn't as expansive as Kalamullah(The Lord's words)!
Illegal fatwas aren't as valid as Abu Hurairah's argument/speech,
Coconut shell left on the steps, pheasant[a kind of bird] eating the paddy (of the paddy field trusted to it),
Even dogs know, the bright shadow is a liar!
Probably you,
Forgot what has been written long ago;
The last prophet to echo the takbeer is not you!

Japanese pronunciation :
Shinjitsu o kataru tabi, tameguchi (dame da yo!)
Nakama o hirogaru tabi, honshitsu (dame da yo!)
'Anmari ni mo, rippa na hito, no jinsei no you de ikite iku beki' to wa kihon deshou!
Saa, mokuhyou ni awanai mono wa dou narun da?
Masaka itsumo doori no jisatsu ka?
Rekishi no koroshi,
Seiyoku no suuhai,
Wairo de oyogi,
Sake de sei-ippai!
Omedetou! Sasuga, sono seido de wa
Ningenppoku na robotto tachi ga dekiagatta!
Mugon-sha, sara ni, chinmoku ni shizumu,
AHO-na-fourtyeight koto ni gouka ni moguru.
Itsumade kono michi o michibiku tsumori?
Itsumade aku o moriagarasetari?
Tamattoru, damattoru tsuyoi chikarao dase!
Kimi no mirai, kagayakase, sono yume!

Japanese translation :
When you tell the truth, casual talk (is a no-no!)
When you widen your circle of friends, the real you (is a no-no!)
'Live life according to the utmost worthy person's life', that's a basic(knowledge)!
Ok then, what about those who don't meet that goal?
Don't tell me, it's the usual Suicide?
The murder of History,
The worshipping of Lust,
Swimming in bribery,
(Drink) Sake to the fullest!
Congratulations! Truly with that system,
(You've) successfully created a bunch of humanoid robots!
'Hey, listen, what should I do from now on?
I want to do this and that but I have no courage!' (Haha!)
The quiet, further drowns in silence,
The AHO(=stupid)48, especially, dives in luxury,
Until when are you going to go down this road?
Until when are you going to let the evil rise?
That accumulated, silent but strong power; let it out!
Your future, brighten it up; that dream!


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Note :
Manusya : the original Sanskrit, which evolves into the malay word 'Manusia', which means 'human'.
Batok lepas di tangga, pegar makan padinya : the latter, comes from the idiom 'Harapkan pegar, pegar makan padi'. Regarding the spelling, here's the explanation --> http://blog-pke.com/kesilapan-peribahasa-yang-diwarisi

Monday, October 17, 2011

Tenangkan Bontot Anda

I'm a hundred percent sure 'Calm Your Tits' would have been better, but it's in Malay, plus the direct-translated Malay phrase would be even more vulgar...ish.






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bertenang, tenang, tenangkanlah fikiran
bawa bertendang sebelum dipandang kesian
celaru tahu mengangkat diri berlalu
bertenang, tenang, tenangkanlah fikiran
kaji langit biru indah

siapa tak lelah saat dicatu
mindanya yang tak henti alirkan adu
selapang hati harus kita kenali
siapa tak lelah saat dicatu
perhati padang menghijau

jalan terus berjalan jangan henti
jangan henti kalau terus maki sendiri
jalan terus jalan jangan henti
sampai yang terpampang hanyalah langit yang mencium bumi

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Jerayawara Orang Berjaur.



Terima kasih Kamus Dewan Edisi Keempat!

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ding dong; pintu hati terbuka,
diiringi langit cerah.
yang disinari hikayat mawar;
terrabak isinya.

telusuri hikayat itu,
terdampar luas pidato presto,
hingga prejudis dibaham saja;
bagai kandungan berjalan tinggalkan rusam.

terkubur hasrat ibu; ke sorga.
bak lengkara tercapai hujungnya.

lahabau lagut cari jauhar,
hasta demi hasta,
terjunam dalam lembah rencana;
bahana ringkuk di fana.

dadanya terdabik kian tinggi;
gunung meruncing dilihatnya besut,
arakian melimpah hempedu di jari;
jalan keriting terjadinya kusut.

jenuh kali dihempas; tuli menjulang.
kelabakan tunggu kau kunjung pulang.

jenuh kali dihempas; tuli menjulang.
kelabakan tunggu kau kunjung pulang.
terkubur hasrat ibu; ke sorga.
bak lengkara tercapai hujungnya.

derhaka tertetak di dahi,
sesaat zarah didacing lagi...

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Two(actually three) songs recorded within four days. That's not healthy.

Bloom, The Gloom Tomb.




In sickness and...whatever.

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time is tidying, the tide is rising
roses bloom a tomb
fly, the dandelions, lions roaring
the leash has shrunk to gloom

free, my little bee, into the sea
little did it know
broken its wings and powdered his stings
death angel came to show

its, path.

silent, honey, my little baby
he chases those who cry
weep your bloody tears for others, maybe
he'll spare you a life

shush now, lady, your words are dear
to those who foresee you
a worn out missus hanging most to fear
the moment they come to

hunt you.

the southern train has arrived in vain
sent to ring a bell
for the northern deities begged you in pain
to finally go to hell.

Friday, February 18, 2011

Cahaya Bulan Lima.

Well isn't this stupid.


Cahaya Bulan Lima.


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sejuk mentari gemerlapan hujan turun di tengah malam, bimbang,
seperti ditelan cahaya; bulan terbang riang

sekali jarimu meliar mencari bayangan diri yang menghilang
seperti dimamah gelora; aku terbang girang
menanti tarikh keramat menghampiri kami yang tak mampu berlari
seperti menjulang peristiwa; hitam yang menghakis jati yang terpendam

layarlah pergi, raksasa rakus dikaburi kabus
tebal, hari, aku bertutur kata-kata yang meluluhkanmu

kelibat syaitan durjana meliputi jasad yang tak pernah bertenang
cukup dengan manisan syahdu, apa lagi makhluk yang menghantui ku?

terbiar, remuk terbakar lalu punah menjadi air mata berdarah
puas sekadar riak nista, berahi mengaum ke dasar dunia

larilah pergi, iblis mengikis rohani terakhir yang tergantung
sepi, aku teriak kata-kata yang menghancurkanmu.

menanti tarikh keramat menghampiri kami yang tak mampu berlari
seperti menjulang peristiwa; silam yang menghakis jati yang terpendam

layarlah pergi, raksasa rakus dikaburi kabus
tebal, hari, aku bertutur kata-kata yang meluluhkanmu

larilah pergi, iblis mengikis rohani terakhir yang tergantung
mati, aku teriak kata-kata yang menghancurkanmu.

sejuk mentari gemerlapan engkau turun di tengah malam, bimbang,
seperti ditelan cahaya; aku terbang, hilang

Monday, January 10, 2011

Platonic.

Rusty.

Sorry, I guess.


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chill to my bones
lie to me, you arsehole
feel me with your hands
see me in the sand
storming out of the dream
you wish to hold within
but i insist on you being
least worthy of my living
more than a quarter
of my daily life suffered
an untraceable
unbelievable
existence
the silence silenced still
the noise troubles at will
i need the feel of being alone
i feel the need of being a stone
i am more than a rock
i am the place you locked
the growing tree
you insist on having it killed

Stand up now child
your jungle is a crime

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Megagarbage.

Risky business, this is.

I'm talking about myself.

Megagarbage.


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my, beloved, will be...

building a thousand storey waste out of shame
and our money is going to be paid
for funding the erection of pride
that shall scrape the dust of sky
as we drain the blood from our brains
looking upwards as white fills our faces

just look at the land of waves
they rarely have the chance to be blamed
for they spent the earnings
on building better home to live in
their houses is twice smaller
than our common average dweller's
so please be downright ashamed.

please note that the place that you worship
the pyramids that has been built
brought no use to its beloved peasants' dreams
to have good reads,
better healthcare
and faster trains to their family
but then again it is your brilliant scheme

your brilliant scheme...

to suck the load of ransom out and far
to the private swiss bank account
that you will use to jet to a blissful life
when everyone backs away from your side
they say behind every powerful man
stand there a woman more powerful than
Chairman Mao, and look, he has the gang of Four

To rape the virginity of Tibet
Just like you bombing the already dead
Probably innocent young lass
Just because she has better ass
Than your sagging, tongue-in-cheek cheek
Than your sagging, tongue-in-cheek cheek

please note that the place that you worship
the pyramids that has been built
brought no use to its beloved peasants' dreams
to have good reads,
better healthcare
and faster trains to their family
but then again it is your brilliant scheme
we have no right to make it our fantasy
but then again we can send you out to the streets

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Blatant Honesty.

There are more things you should know about moi.


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Bottom of the Earth is me
Pressing me to the core
Bottom of the sea is me
Washing me to the shore
Bottom of the pile is the most heartwarming story you've ever heard
Bottom of the sky is a guy who's willing to canoe 3000 miles
To a place he has never been
nor stayed in, nor even seen

AAAH! It is so bright
But it is chilly outside
Autumn is running very late
Having its last and final date
A one night stand with Summer
Before it leaves her out and kicks her
Aye, leaves turning colour
How I love this glorious atmosphere

There's the arsehole who stole my dime
There's the son of a gun who shunned with my pride
There's the douchebag of the day who went away with a sack of decapitated hands
There's the dead man's grave who burned, raped, tortured, tossed and turned
Many a lives in his years
Thank God he was suicidal

I have been blaming my cause of memory loss on running around and doing nothing wrong
Oh dear God give me the memory I lost when I was just a kid
It has been hours and not one single substance mingles in my hardened heart
How I would like to put the blame on the whisk of fame I earned

Drag me, force me to be a normal human being
Being self-righteously ill is just tiring
Bend me, break me into pieces of a normal being
Being a self-reliant monster is just a pressure so severe

My attention span is so short
Keep me in or have me deport
To my behated city
I wish those politicians were never here
"Bringing down other's houses
For our dear beloved spouses"

My criticism span is so long
I wished i hadn't brought it along
With me on this journey to yield
The passion in notion I've been craving
Bring me down on my knees
Let me pray and let me heed
Bring me down on my knees
Let me pray and let me heed

Bottom of the Earth is me
Pressing me to the core
Bottom of the sea is me
Washing me to the shore
Bottom of the pile is the most unreliable story you'll ever hear
Bottom of the sky is a senile young child who forgets where she put her own mind.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Human Extinction.


Nah that is not English. It's turrets. AHAHA.

I should learn how to stop randomly writing songs and recording them into video parts when I SHOULD BE INDULGING BOOKS.

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acid rain, melting the poison-drenched weeds
gives a façade moment, the autumn is here
after the scorching sun degrades our daily needs
and not giving time for winter birds to hear

the cries of eagles revolving downwards to their doom
into the sea of intense oil spill
taking everything away, including the mermaids too
Well, we just have to pay the mortgages and bills

Men can only grasp so much thin veils of, excuses
And one miracle at a time

yellow jackets hunting down those who stirred their nest
but they died mid-flight when the stale piercing breeze
blew upon the little ones trying their absolute best
to not look like spiders hanging mid-air, freeze

from the melting icebergs that had to go somewhere
the icy gust they brought along just can't lay there
bitter with nothing to trace intimidating fear upon
unlike us humans who groan at our leopard skin torn

torn, torn, torn, torn.

it's not fair, they don't have disguises, to frittle away from
the ever changing abnormal seasons, to run away from

The beautiful nature cannot cope with our swift, swift, changes
time is running out of us.
time is running out of us.

Friday, August 27, 2010

Facebook rampant angst insertawesomevocabularyhere.

Chasing Seconds and some crappy video.

And lyrics, probably properly punctuated.

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stones from the sky falling down
and hit the ground.
doesn't matter where they came from,
as long as we have something to ogle to

distract ourselves from the hell
that we have known well.
doesn't matter when it ends,
as long as we have something to run from than have

our little time unspent.
it's not time well spent,
till the days we repent.

there's not much time left then,
it's not time well spent,
till the minute we repent.

fabric of fire burning our town,
leaving us bound
to the impending doom we call fate,
we had no thought left to power us to change.

insignificantly, the monstrosity
power us to lay cold holding our bitter shards of memory(hope)
to have at least the will to live.

our little time unspent;
it is time well spent,
before the days we repent.

there is still much time left;
it is time well spent,
before the minute we repent.

have faith in thee.
have faith in thee.

it's our time to spend;
it's our time well spent,
after the days we have repent.

it's our time being spent,
it's our time well spent,
after the minute we have repent.

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THERE. Now I can do my homework in peace.

Aha. Ri-hight.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Warriors of Impending Doom.

Seriously. Laura Marling and Mumford and Sons made me even darker. I mean, for goodness sake, I'm not even THAT depressed.

Warriors of Impending Doom.


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the desert is vast
at the tip of your tongue
"the world is going to end,
and we'll be gone"

your hand tightly holding life
at the tip of your finger
counting down the nights
history, drowning forever

the scroll in my arm
begging to be released,
into the unknown harm
waiting to be pleased

try we to run and hide
searching for shelter
but degrading is the time
losing sight of the border

the growing holes
around the globe
swallow us whole
swallow our hope

the floating soil
mocking our feet
plummeting towards turmoil
waiting to feed, on

the desert didn't last
at the tip of your tongue
"the world has come to end,
and we are gone"

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Kehadapan Para Pencemar

Hello hello we meet again.

Holiday just started.

Thus I have no reasonable reasons to put things off anymore.

Here you go. Enjoy the gremlins.

No seriously there is.

I mean are.

Nevermind.

.

To beloved colonists. I present you.

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(For the time being, head over to Uvumi, Facebook or Jomgig to listen. I don't want to upload it to Bandcamp yet because i haven't finished recording the other songs for the album.

And i don't like saying the word 'album' when it has something to do with me. Makes me sound oh-so-famous-and-promoting-albums-and-shait and shait)

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kehadapan, angin, yang membawa khabar perit
"kehilangan takhta si pertiwi!"
beritahu, aku, dalang berita itu
dengan tangan berlumur darah, bahgianya kan ku cabul

kejar, sepantas cahaya, selamatkan si Hawa!
lari, jangan berhenti, sampai si buas direjami!

tanam ia, tebu, di tepi bibir
dengan lakaran senyuman sang pencair
mudahnya, ia, mencarik daun bebunga
tinggalkan tangisan kuntum yang terbiar

lari, sepantas bunyi, daripada pandangan ngeri
tegar, janganlah gentar, atau kita kan binasa

gerudilah tengkorak kepala supaya kebodohan yang tersimpan terbang keluar bersama-sama wap kebangangan yang terpendam berkurun lamanya

apakah wujudnya di fana manusia selemah penjajah yang lari meninggalkan bumi yang dipijak setelah disentak daripada angan oleh pemberontak; tuan tanahnhya?

kejar! sepantas cahaya! sampai mereka berguling keluar!
"lari! jangan berhenti! atau kamu kan kami rejami!"
"pergi! lagi pantas dari bunyi! daripada renungan tajam kami!"
"bubar! jangan berani bersama! atau cicitmu kan binasa!"

kehadapan kita yang membawa pulang merdeka
ambil nafas dalam, berehatlah.


Saturday, June 26, 2010

Hey hey hey. No i'm not back i'm going away again after this.

This is incomplete. Incomplete, meaning by, it is instrumentless. I don't know what instrument should go with it. I found the vocal melodies. But i think it sucks. Well, everything i do sucks though.

Trying to re-contact Nick Layman because he wanted to collaborate with me like, ages(some time in last year's trimester wait what no basically about probably November last year) ago, when i was busy doing exactly nothing back then and NOW when i have too many work needed to be done i suddenly have this stupid idea of finally accepting his collaboration request and sent him this.

Sorry i couldn't open your reverbnation account and check your recent works. Stupid school.

And, i would like to try this out : what would happen, like mental-wise, like thoughts-wise, like opinion-wise, like oowh you get me, if you were to know the lyrics of a song before the song actually comes out?

Because that's what awesome-looking trailers do to movies; they disappoint people.

So yeah. Do tell me how disappointed you feel.


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Post-Devil Syndrome(it's a stupid title, i know, shut up)


i have way too many scars and dejavus
in a place i've never known that i've been to
i suffer way too much mental disorder from chasing the running time
i'm not that divine

i kiss my wounds to make it hurt less
but soon after i get another rest
a big arse slap across my face
reliving nightmares that has began to fade

stop dead on my track
turn round to look back
on all the sins i've had
and

i try to shoot them down one by one
with a gun glazed with good deeds i have done
but i have to say i question its source and force from within
i've only committed gory since the early dawn begin

to no avail i have laboured
attempts to bury the worst
the evidence of my existence in the deepest Earth

the impact was as gratifying as tidying up the garbage mountain,
a hundred thousand years gathered by sinister misters
the fury of all eyes who see was as angered, fueled up and burned, on boundless revenge, cold hands of an avenger
the pain keeps on degrading as much as a boulder under a fountain uncountable shrunken days misty haze in the darkest of a night
the view was as insightful as a duel of man and bull,
its horns piercing twice, deep into pride, of the lad in the fight

i have way too many scars and dejavus
in a place i've always known that i've never been to

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The idea of this silly song is...something like...a criminal, ex-convict if you will, tries to redeem itself* in its prison cell(and after it had gone out of prison). But people cannot forgive it for committing crimes way beyond inhumane, thus people would like to see it rot in Hell, like now. Like they want to kill it ASAP.

And when it comes to the last verse, everything that happened before that was actually the criminal's imagination. It having dejavus, or better yet, premonition about its future life.

Dang. It was supposed to be about-me narcissistic. The first verse was exactly that. But then it turned into some criminal-like thing.

That was weird.

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* I use 'it' not because criminals are disgusting(more like intimidating), i just wish English has a unisexual term for a person with an unknown gender. Or is that corrent? Hm.

Friday, June 4, 2010

Radical Boredom

Radical Boredom.

The product of legit pure endless near-death boredom.

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as you can see,
it's not that easy,
living in this place,
just see how boring it is.

as you can hear,
there's everything to fear,
the quiet building
is scaring the daylight out of my living

the people around
went back to their town
spent their weekend
with families and friends

and i
just stay inside
rolling on the floor
doing things that i abhor

like reports, heck i don't do retort
stand and plan my day with homeworks.
like days, full with revision and matters that require my brain to work.

i'm frekkin bored,
i need to go outside and walk,
but the door is locked.
why on earth is it locked?

i just realised
i've been hospitalised
in a column
of a top secret asylum

because the public
says i ruin their picnic
and their child's
innnocent brilliant minds

well i say
let the children play
get them away from the books
or they'll become depressed crooks

i say,
let the children astray
i object the thoughts
that they should become programmed robots

i'm frekkin mad,
you shouldn't've made me sad,
i am throwing into the ring,
my lovely hat.

my lovely hat
that i've come to decorate
with the things that you hate
to pray for your loss in this game
i shall win for the sake
of your beloved's freedom
of your beloved's fandom
of experimenting, syllabus-free
of living, examination-free.

let the children go.
let the children go.

Math For The Crazies.

Math For The Crazies.

Based loosely on a crazy-adorable we-live-in-a-world-where-we-rawr-and-eat-ice-cream-for-breakfast couple i know.

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the crazy you and me would say one hellameter equals to five chickens in the lawn try to poo on the stomach of a man whose resting his head on his hand but of course the scientists won't approve it, takes them one minute just to say it

let's just make do with ten rainbows blanketing us from the shadows equals to me and you from arts and crafts got our hands glued to a flock of eagles flying to their hometown that is Timbuktu, let's just make do with ourhands forever glued

grumpy Cik Siti next door truly deeply abhors our roar in the middle of the night under the starry sky
said Pak Mat the hot-headed farmer, "Jangan kau nak mengada berlari pusing keliling, lepas tu buat bunyi bising!"

our mothers are furiously mad
we did something bad
our fathers too are furiously mad
we peed, on the mat

we don't need crack pot coke or weed to bring us to the sea of high and dry people cry say smart things while they fly
the only thing we need to be great is by drinking teh tarik all day till it turns the colour of our skin

whenever we row our boat
across the Silky Road
you'd sum up kendo, judo, taekwondo that you know
protect me from the shadows
fetch me a belt of rainbow
while i go for you to fight with silat the naysayers and evil foes

the crazy you and me would say one hellameter equals to five chickens in the lawn try to poo on the stomach of a man whose resting his head on his hand but of course the scientists won't approve it, takes them one minute just to say the whole damn thing

our mothers shake their head in disappointment
because we were never ever apart
our fathers dislike us for a legitimate reason;
we became daydreaming retards.

Friday, May 21, 2010

Catch That Jacque-Aise!


'Jacque-Aise' sounds incredulously better than 'jack-arse' because it's French.

No. But you get me.

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very little time to hide the thing i stole last week
under the carpet, under the closet
it's not safe there
alas, where should i put it?

the owner is coming quick
i have no choice but to run with it
fragile in my pocket
it's not safe there
alas, where should i keep it?

it is a pretty thing made up of fibre of hope and lies and faith and, endless trust
i didn't mean to steal it without permission
the owner made it happen
made me stole its precious item

i shouldn't put the blame on other's innocence
i myself should take the place of the innocent

very little time to hide my precious thing i have right now
under the carpet, under the closet
it's not safe there,
thus, where should i put it?

that arsehole is coming quick
i have no choice but to run with it
fragile in my pocket
it's not safe there
thus, where should i keep it?

mine is a hideous thing made up of gory and darkness
please clean it up for me
can you keep mine for me, please?
can you keep mine for me, please?


Sunday, March 28, 2010

The things I do for you. For you!

From 2330 to 0130. Forty two hours before I leave this country. The things I do for you.

Direct-translated most of it. Some, like 'They're really saying, "I love you" ' was hard, so i replaced it with '....selamat sejahtera'

'Assalamualaikum' is 'Selamat sejahtera' is 'Peace be upon you'. And in this context, it's like the 'taulan', or 'friends' are praying for each other's well being, which also resembles how one shows the love to the other.

Why am i explaining. You people are wiser anyway.

I'm leaving Malaysia tomorrow. While i pray for your well being, i hope you would too.

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Dunia Ini Indah

pokok menghijau, ros merah
berkembang, untuk kita
lalu ku berkata, dunia ini indah

langit membiru, awan terbang
hari cerah, malam berbintang
lalu ku berkata, dunia ini indah

hujan berhenti, pelangi berdiri
raut wajah yang berseri-seri
taulan bersapa, apa khabar?
walhal maksudnya, selamat sejahtera

bayi merintih, dan membesar
pelajari dunia luar
lalu ku berkata, dunia ini indah.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Mother Nature and Father Man-Made.

I have to ask.

What is the opposite of 'Nature', he?

Yahoo! answers said 'Man-made', that's why i put that instead of 'Father Development'.

Meh.

My singing/rapping is muffled.

Short of breath and somehow my salivary glands wanted to produce excessive...produce today. Bloody hell, can't you wait, lad?

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snow in the rain making fun of the sun try to mock its way back home
but the orchids grow in the thunder storm making way for a good day
making way for a good day

tall trees begin to rot away giving way to the younger sprouts
and the animals start to embark on a journey where they can be safe
away, from the cruel fate

we made it go back home, we do
we made it grow in the storm, we do
we made the old trees rot, we do
we wrote the cruel fate

corporate buildings grow like most kinds of mushrooms after the melting snow
people hunt down the stocks like hawks hyenas vultures coyotes munch on carrions
carcasses and carrions

Overweight and not appealing persons are ignored and teased and bullied for the rest of their lives
This is human's way of applying the concept of survival of the fittest
Hey, our road you shall not pave, for

we made the buildings grow, we do
we hunt like scavengers, we do
we swallow whole who lose, we do
we eat carrions too

we create the stupid par, we do
isolate the free-willed ones, we do
Thank God, from the apprenticed benighted birdbrained cretinous dense,
green illiterate imbecilic in the dark inexperienced insensible,

mindless, misinformed, moronic, naive, nescient,
oblivious, obtuse, shallow, thick, unconversant,

unconscious, uncultivated, uncultured, untaught,
uneducated, unenlightened, uninitiated, uninformed,

unsuspecting, unlearned, unlettered, unintellectual,
unmindful, unread, unschooled, unknowledgeable,

untrained, unwitting, witless ones, we do
we wrote the cruel fate

acid in the rain playing with the sun try to burn more than few holes
and antropa belladonnas grow in the cyclone making way for a grim day
making way for a grim day

Sunday, February 14, 2010

God Loves You.

For myself and those who had had numerous downfalls.

Wow. It is in fact my first song that has the cheesy gooey L-word in it.

But then again, it's the relationship between God and worshipper, so.

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Melodi & Lirik : Suiko

Everyday i pray and pray for God to give me what i want
Is it my fault that i've been working so hard
I can't fathom why others can go ahead
And leave me behind instead
I just don't want to do this anymore.

Everyday i wish for my fate today would be okay
I also hoped that my motivation doesn't go astray
I couldn't fathom why others can play
Yet, i am here, i'm here to stay
I just don't want to do this anymore.

Ai, give me strength
Please, give me strength

From that day onwards i felt like i've lost my only past
Not only that, i know i've lost my future path
That i've been seeing for so long
Living in for so long
It's not that easy to take these things, you know.

Ai, give me strength
Please, God, give me strength

I know you've planned out a better future for me
I know you've written down years of brighter days for me
I know you love me as much as you do the
Others who are now free little bees
But i know you love me more than you do the bees
I know you love me more than i love me.