Dull But Wonderfull

Just like post-rocks, when it started to play,
My skies turned mellow and
It was windy out there.
It reminds me, of who I wanted to be,
It just reminds you in a way,
Everything seems dull but wonderful at the same time.

Like dried grass on my lawn,
Dried, but still alive.
A person only needs a small amount of
Food to live,
Doesn’t matter if its food for your soul or
Body, as long as the person eats it.
They shall live.

I envy the birds in the morning,
They sing, dance, and play with each other
And none of them had a fight or heartbreaks.
And it breaks them from us; they have a happy ending
That last forever.

Drifters.

It’s like a poison in our mind
Poisoned by their images
We’re always in fear of them,
Floating in time of lost hope
and faith

It’s just a hallucination, frame by frame
Since just now we wait and wait
It has been a long night for us
Why not take a pause for now.

Like songs that reminds us of things
It’s something we have to get use to.
It’s tough but it’s also as soft as the clouds
But the truth is, we never touch it before
; Acting is part of forgetting.

Like at the peak of a song, it goes higher
Just like us, we go higher every time we fail
Like graphs we drew during math’s class;
Nothing in life move steadily.
Names and pains written all over the corridors, with tears

Like how you see a woman waiting for her train
Just like how you wait for someone to take you away
To drift in movements you’d never expect.
The way they hold you, so tight
You gain confidence over that because you know
They can take you anywhere without loosing you.

Fall lightly from the sky and follow wherever it takes you
Because for now, you are still falling
Somebody is surely going to catch you someday

Someday

Someone

Somehow

Somewhere

They will.

Because life cycles around you like that
It’s either one way or another.

Doesn’t mean you miss something means you failed
Doesn’t mean you fail to do something means you lose

There’s always a list in us
Tells us what we want and what we already have
Hold on the ones we already have, or the ones we use to have.
It could mean a lot someday.

Enlightened.

The smoke clouded our mind,
Like Oakland trees and panda bears,
They don’t fit but it provides shelter for the panda.
Like how I would say no and you’d still go.

Its like how I miss Starbucks and talking about
Ugly Betty and conspiracy.
Same goes to how I would miss the rooftops
And smoke cigarettes all night staring what’s in the skies.

Midnight summers long hours,
Goodbye sunflowers hello wallflowers.
The clock is ticking back and moving,
The trains ticket is sold out and leaving in the morning.
I gave you a warning, and there’s no turning back.

This is a turning point for me.

Nota Kaki.

This is your defining moment
To change and rewrite life again
You know,
Not only games can be restarted.

Games games games
That is all you are and you’re in
Never knew what you were playing with
; You hallucinate a lot my friend.

You can have as many friends you want
But you can only have a few good friends
; Not many are interested in doing you a favor at
times you need them to.
Not all friends speak truth.

This is your defining moment
To change and rewrite life again
You know,
It’s never too late.





Have you ever float in time and
a song came in perfectly to
make you feel like your passing through
speeding cars and lines of lights?
This feeling...is the shit.

Moments of You, shifting.

How ambient sounds could move you,
Slowly, sharp with deep thoughts
moving you bit by bit.
Move your body as the song plays
while flipping through pages and pages of...
; It is your fault that things move.

Track One:

To tell a friend a story now days
is just as hard as telling giving an advice
to a novice.
Whether good or bad, they just won’t care
they laugh through time and forget.
Like summers, the warmth is just…
Like drinking coffee early morning
Smelling the fresh air at night
It’s just...everything looks beautiful.

Like playing solos and I zoned out
for a moment there, I thought I was floating.
The sadness of flipping through photos
is like watching terrorist murdering aimlessly.
Like how a warm summer air turn cold
I know that feel, too well.

Track Two:

When I hear church bells ringing,
I envy those who got married
Like watching a man buying a Ferrari.
Sometime you just know if the man deserves it or not
; I’m just saying.
Having a candid shot is just a beautiful one
If the picture is perfect, it is beautiful
Like having post-rock playing and at the same time
creating stories in your mind without the lyrics.
You just know the stories hidden within the song.

Watching a bird flying away from your window
Creep around your mind looking for uncertain reaction;
"Yes you always wonder in floating feel and left the world.
On a dark night, you stall time with bottles of them.
You know, you have change a lot these days
You do odd things, think of random things."

There are moments when I feel, so empty and lost in
translations I could never translate because for me,
I vary my thoughts so I won’t be bothered to care.

This is the rebirth of your past.

five.o'.eight.AM

I do understand; in addition, better than you
I do see; in addition, further than you
I do hear; in addition, sharper than you
I do speak; but it is also the only thing I can’t.

I don’t have the time and space to do so
Unequally, you segregate the spaces
Rushing as always, I lost in the gun fight
; Because time is something I can’t hold
I can only hope time spins back
Not to the beginning, but way before that
Because up ahead I know what happens
I do not want to repair it, but avoid it
I can’t actually, is a memorable memories

I can only flash through and hear
I can’t touch and bear with it
Not that it’s hurting, it’s too sweet
Not that I don’t like sweets, it’s too lovely
Not that I hate love, loves complicated

But love is beautiful,
It shimmers,
Every time you need it too, it will
But sometimes, it hurts you as well
The jealousy and hypocrisy just strikes you
Right in there,
No one can tolerate jealousy, its natural
Even in the slightest feeling of love, there must be some.

Because I know,
And I’ve felt it before
But it was okay for me to feel so
If I didn’t, I must be an alien
Because until now...

I’ve lost words there.

Countless times I’ve wondered here
Waiting for the postman
Thinking what letter it is
Death, or holidays
Long breaths or long highways
Because if I choose long breaths,
I will write songs and stone; falling down to earth
If I choose long highways,
I will hallucinate and dream all day
; Either way, I’ll fall down.

So I choose none but tall glass with liquids that’ll
Keep me warm.

I’m a dead dead cold person
I’ll need warmth to restart life cycle back.

I won’t throw away the old engine oil,
I’ll keep it; perhaps, its still usable.

I made music with heart, I cried that night
The sounds was moving, I was stoned
Not with marijuana but by the music I played
I felt as if I was in spaces of the unknown world
I was floating
Trying not to drown, because a close one use to say,
"Letting it eat you up just make things worst"
I followed, and I obeyed
It worked only for a few days
Since then, life was never moving anymore.

Remnants For You,Boy.

The beginning:

The first note rings,
Distortion slips in,
Violins swinging,
Drums beating,
Palm muting the strings,
Slowly progressing,
And it goes on.

Progressing its way up till the highest note,
Killer solo with attitude,
Hardcore rhythms,
Saddening bass,
Slowly soften the tune,
Stop.

Ends a progressive song, telling a story about a "Remnant."


The body:

When Pete said he would turn back to who he was,
He didn’t lie or made it up to make people worried,
He knows him self better than others,
While others can only tell and remind,
Remind him about falling stars and midnight trains,
Remind him that not everything will end with tears,
Not all songs are meant for him,
Not all songs are happy because the lyric hides behind the tunes,
Remind him that love is beautiful in its own way.
They can tell him that not everyone is to be blame,
Tell him that not every bad guy is going to hell,
Not every town is burning down; when he tries to run,
Not every soft place is comfy,
They can only tell and remind.

He decides to be cold or just rot and wait for someone
; would they even bother to pick him up?
Yes, some people actually care.


The ending:

You hold the world and you can push it to the middle,
Of silence and dead cold place
Or perhaps land with fake rainbows.
You can chase sunset’s everyday,
You can stare at the bright moon,
Well, you can only chase and stare at it.

This is a remnant of what you’ve become,
You’re chasing ghost, boy.