Showing posts with label tvs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tvs. 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

Friday, May 20, 2011

I Spent 10 Hours On This Bunch Of Crap.





Hello.

Well.

There goes a big bunch of crap.

Each song would've been much fancier if I were to instead do a 5-part 4-song EP.

But that would be very, stressful.

And time-wasting.

Due to the stress.

Ya know.

Having to do a thousand and fifteen hundred takes.

But.

I had the most fun and sanity doing it this time.

So.

Bubbye.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Thursday, March 31, 2011

I'm so, so truly very muchly many so very little few much more SORRY

This will be in Malay(probably; I'm only writing this first line) to save the people who didn't come to the show just now from knowing the inconveniently ugly truth. I NEED A DAMN DICTIONARY RIGHT NOW MY VOCABULARY IS NOT ENOUGH

Terima kasih banyak banyak sangat sangat sangat gila bapak banyak nak mati sampai ke hujung dunia beribu-ribu-juta-bilion-googolplex lemon diucapkan kepada Cik Tressa(that's Tri-Sha to you, and she insist on not wanting me to use the honorific, HONORIFIC 'Kak' in front) dan Enche Azizul yang sanggup sanggup tak ingat dasar lautan sanggup amik saya kat rumah(yang mana saya keluar curi-curi tanpa bitau mak saya sebab mak saya tak berapa suka anak dara dia keluar malam-malam), drive jauh-jauh-jauh-jauh jam lepas kerja jauh, tahan bau busuk masam bukak kasut waktu dalam kereta, bayar tol, having the best mix CD I've ever heard, dengar persembahan yang paling sial dan langsung tak memberangsangkan dalam dunia, tahan bau busuk masam peluh keringat lepas persembahan, bayar tol, hantar saya balik walaupun mereka sibuk gila gila punya mental hospital sibuk lagi-lagi Cik Tressa sebab dia kena hantar repot 30 mukasurat pukul satu dan dia tak buat pape lagi tapi sanggup datang, teman, hantar, menenangkan saya, Enche Azizul buat saya gelabah dia tenangkan lagi, tanya 'Ok ke tak?', soh saya sambung habiskan level Bomberman untuk larikan perhatian saya daripada kegelabahan, tanya lagi 'Ok ke?' lepas da habis dan dalam kereta, basically being the epic Big Sister character when I had no one I've ever met in real life at that time with me to calm me down. Oh dang siries shit nak nangis ni. Terima kasih bebanyak banyak banyak banyak banyak lemon lemon kat Cik Tressa dan Enche Azizul.

Terima kasih jugak kat Kak Zunaira yakni (Kak?) Along yang sangat sangat sangat sporting dan baik dan baik dan sporting dan baik dan membawa aura penenang dan baik dan aura penenang penenang aura aura aura baik baik
dan sanggup duduk sebelah saya tadi. Good Lord air mata dah bergenang.

Terima kasih juga kepada Enche Omar Kak Wani Enche Syafiq Cik Farah Enche Apit(Apeet? Apiq? Darah banyak sangat masuk telinga, pekak sket ok tipu banyak jugak tadi) Enche Ashraff Enche Tri dan lima enam orang lain yang sanggup dengar shitty shitty shit shit shitty dung dung dung bull dung performance tadi. Dah la gitar tak boleh cucuk. Suara perlahan. Lirik tak ingat. Main berterabur. Macam sial. I have to say them performers have ridiculously little adrenalin thus having the ability to deliver ever so darn unearthly smoothly. I salute all of you.

Saya nampak tadi ada sorang enche pegang video cam. JANGAN GATAL UPLOAD KE INTENET PLIIIIIIIIIS

Trauma gile. Gile. Gilegilegile. Kesian gila kat semua orang. All twelve of you. I owe all of you all nine of my souls.

Dan maaf maaf sangat sangat sangat kepada Enche Raja Aziem Azham sebab tak bitau walaupun dia dah kata kalau ada persembahan pape bitau dia sebab siries saya ingat dan tahu dia tu bizimen.

Aaaaah sah nangis sat gi.

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

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Agh this is embarrassing.

Hello.

I just want to write something.

Ok lies.

Dandelion Radio's DJ who goes by the name Mark Whitby is a living proof that the gremlin music my conscience produce, does bewitch people.

This past 4 months alone he kept slipping in a song of mine every bloody month during his session. Let's recap by month and song name.


1. August - The Groupie Song


4. November(yes, this month!) - God Loves Me


(I find it ridiculous direct-linking you to the ear-bleeding craps, but as if you'd ever click any of it, so)

If he's still cursed by the spell casted by them gremlins, the odds are he's going to play yet another around 10:50 AM December 5.

Of course I hope he will, it's the minute I was born!

But the odds are low. 4 is just too big a number.

And a repetition at that.

I told my whole family about it. And Mother gave me the best response in the midst of 'Link apa ni?', 'Macam mana nak dengar?' and 'Where can we find it?'.

Which is, 'I'm so proud of you, but don't forget your purpose of furthering your studies there.'

Of course, Ma. This is just a medium for me to fool around.

Sorry. For my conscience to maximise her gremlination.

Oh, did I mention I'm coming back this coming March?

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.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Projek Video Kami(= Saya + Rakan-rakan Dan Kenalan Yang Dipaksa).

To those who had been randomly forced invited by me via Facebook, as promised, and a day earlier, the details. Questions should be posted on the comments section or Facebook AND NOT FORMSPRING. Because I don't even have that.

To those who had been invited later than the ones stated above, 1. I am sorry, 2. Like I said it was random, 3. Blame them because I already forced asked them politely begged them to invite you too.



TEH IDEA

My conscience, the very least, came up with this ridiculous idea of forcing my friends/acquaintances/those who know me(that's you!) to waste their time in this forced collab.



TEH REASON

Reason? Seriously? Ok here's the thing. I've been trying to find a reasonable enough reason to reason with you but to be sincerely honest, I don't have any.

I can say things like 'I want to do this to get myself known more' but if I wanted to do that I would've spammed your Facebook pages every single day with the link to this blog and spam your inbox with every new song I come up with, no?

You : Alah, before this of kos la you dowan us to know, budden you got desperet, dat's why you do dis rait?

Because I know you won't believe me if I were to say 'I want to do this because during the time I came up with this stupid idea I was stressed from the examination and the stress turned into boredom and crazy notions' so I shall instead say this :

I rather you not venture away from this post and start opening the links on the sidebar because I still don't want any of you to listen to my crap music but you probably will anyway and whatever earbleeds/torn eardrums/ear-related injuries happens to you I will say in your degil tanak dengar cakap faces 'I TOLD YOU BLOODY SO.'

Plus, I know only three(probably less) of you are going to join me anyway. I'm just trying my tough luck fate.

Ok enough babble.



TEH PROCESS

I will try my best not to put my face in it, though sadly my gremlin voice will be dominating the background of the clips. Try, because I might accidentally without realising show one eighth of my face while recording the video. And FYI, I won't be inserting the video clip I sent you in the final product. You'll understand why after you have watched it.

The chorus(the part you are required to sing) is in Japanese. I don't care if you don't sound like a Japanese unless you are, because, well duh, you're not Japanese. All I want is to see your lovely faces and singing with your own style(the hell now it sounds too magazine-y) and accents that not even the Japanese can copy. To make you proud, accents show that you, are, AWESOME(cue hidung kembang).

1. You can politely ask your friends seniors tutors teachers family members cats whatever to sing along with you, or you can dominate the whole clip yourself.
2. You can do it in any way you want : sing, rap, deathmetalscream, alto falsetto vibrato insert-opera-terms, poetically say the words as long as you follow the tempo. Because I know most of you have already gone to numerous karaoke trips so I put subtitles under the video for you to sing along.
3. You can insert anything you want before/after/before and after the chorus : dancing, goofing around, studying, eating drinking cycling shopping ANYTHING as long as it's appropriate.



TEH DUE DATE
I haven't decided on it yet but the sooner you send in the videos the earlier I can shove the final product IN YOR FES ok no but yes, no deadline for now. Plus, I know you are all busy with your lives so whenever you're extremely bored to death, instead of killing yourself you can spend some time on this, yes?



TEH LINKS


Questions? Comment section or Facebook or thevenopiansolitude. at. gmail. dot. com.

Monday, September 20, 2010

A Boring Essay.

Why I Don't Go To Studios To Record My Crap.


By Suiko Takahara.




Petty reason 1 :

As everyone who knows me knows me, I am the laziest person in their lives, if not on Earth.


Sub-conscious truth 1 :

I prefer focusing on broader things in life like learning how to make intergrated circuits and having skydiving mountain trekking sea kayaking experiences. Music is not only a part of ourselves, but a part of our daily lives. We eat. We sleep. We listen to music. I don't see reasonable enough reason to focus on gourmet food or designing a custom-made bed I can sleep in for the next century.



Petty reason 2 :

I'd rather waste the petroleum and money spent on going to a studio and pay for the sessions on dragging my friends to the mall and gobble plates of dimsum. Or drive aimlessly or to the aiport 50+ kilometers away and back for no reason.


Sub-conscious truth 2 :

Money is spent. The cycle needs to go on. Thus selling of music. The music my conscience wrote which I truly believe entirely comes from God should not be sold, in my opinion. Not that it is God-forsaken holier-than-thou or anything, it's just that they are gifts. Gifts are to be shared. I know well I don't deserve the money by that, so even if I do sell them, I'd love to send it away. Just to complete the cycle.



Petty reason 3 :

Studio is not my room. I can't have breaks like watching animes, down a bar of chocolate or two nor eat chicken rice in it. Plus. They don't have bed with super comfortable pillows to roll on and hug while recording. To the point I can sleep while working on the song.


Sub-conscious truth 3 :

Going to unfamiliar places and enclosed spaces make me feel like I'm working. I don't want to work. I don't want people to listen to me working. If I do it happily and annoyingly, albeit after getting depressed having to do a hundred takes until I eventually give up and settled for the one closest to mind, I want people listening to it to be happy and annoyed.



Petty reason 4 :

Time constraint due to the number of hours in a day and opening hours of studios.


Sub-conscious truth 4 :

I can't plan. Every layer of melodies I've done previously are mostly the ones my conscience come up with during recording. And I almost always spontaneously record in the wee hours of morning.



Petty reason 5 :

Retakes are inevitable. Unless each audio layer is flawless I will have to do over a thousand times. Which will take hours if were to be done in studios.


Sub-conscious truth 5 :

Flawless. That is what products of studio recording are. Not one glitch done. Not one alien note played. Not one vocal tone getting off-tune. No bass string buzzing. No words wrongly pronounced nor shouted. No crackling nor hissing. Too perfect. Too dreamy. Too harmonious. That's not human. Leave perfection to robots. I insist on being the normal imperfect human being I am.




I'm not trying to go all philosophical shait on you. I just can't sleep.


Everything especially the last part, mostly and only applies to me and my crap music.


I like others' studio recordings just fine. I'm still a human being who likes beautiful things.


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.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

A JEW GAVE ME A REVIEW. EAT THAT RELIGIOUS BIGOTS.

I was bored so I rolled on my bed, pretended I don't have papers to battle in the next 5 days, and surfed the Web from my phone.

And lookie what I found from my vanity!

THIS.

Like what the hell.

It's Hebrew.

I regret not having the strong will to continue learning Hebrew after finally memorising the letters.

On top of that, isn't that the stupid keyboard picture I drew?

And why is there 'The Venopian Solitude'?

If my ignorant homies sees this they will start chanting 'TO DEATH WITH THEM JEWS'.

No seriously you HAVE to see them. They WILL say such things.

Google Translate is saying good things.

I think Google chopped, sawed, lacquered and sandpapered the translation because it sounds too nice.

I almost cried.

Ok no. But I did break my Facebook probation(I decided to deactivate my account because of the examination). That's shockingly reactive enough.



EAT THAT RELIGIOUS IGNORANT BIGOTS.

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"