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Tuesday, April 05, 2005

Haha. McFly. Danny Jones. I love you so much. It's all about you, baby. Your songs remind me of things that I should have forgotten. I hate to say it. Those things are just lovely shit. It's on the radio... Ahh. I love that song.

I have so many darn things to say and express, but I just can't find the time when my inspiration gets me going.

Recollection:

1. Big Bad Eye = a teeny weeny deformed durian that is stuck in the drain while being slapped by constant waves of sewage! Sewage refers to our emission done in the toilet.

2. I don't think there are other important stuff that I want to say.


Like a dead bird
It will soon rot
And go back to the beginning of everything
Like a broken cup
It will be re-made
And be new again but with a different fate
Like you to me
It will disintergrate and vanish
And be nothing but thin air to me
Cause forgotten, you are.


Imagine an arena of ambiguity
You are alone
A nought
Only streams of beautiful music can be heard
Your muscles gain strength at every beat
You are vitalised
Tis' a feeling I have
For my confidant
My bosom buddy
My amigo
My alter ego.