Saturday, February 21, 2009

Song's Lyrics

Thereare some songs that can make a killing with their lyrics. They might not always be great song, but the lyrics can certainly punch.

I’m sure there are some more to add, or I miss out. And sorry if my songs vocabulary is not up to date. I have been deprived from radio from more than a year now, in return of natural music of monkey swearing every morning. Not everyone gets what I mean. ;p



Most romantic.
I didn’t really pay attention to this song until I took time to listen to the lyrics. She Will Be Loved by Maroon Five probably one of the most romantic thing someone can do to another.

Always there to help her. Always belong to someone else. Drive miles and miles up your door. Spending every day out on your corner in the pouring rain. Look for a girl with the broken smile. I want to make you feel beautiful. She will be loved.

Most of the complains that my gender voice out is the lack of attention of the other gender, or men who take up good thing without wanting to deal with the whole package. Man who absorbs happy times and leaves you to cry when dealing with sorrow. Or those who hanging around when you are in your best and pretty. Or when the love gone before the wind change direction. Or they take the best and leave, or they only amused when you dress up and scream high up the neck when see you in messy wake up condition.

The guy in the song does all the reverse. Of course, it’s in a song. He seeks to be with her to accompany her in the worst time, to pick up her broken pieces and make her smile and feel beautiful again, while she is not even his. It’s sort of like someone who only got the shits and loves her unconditionally. How rare would it be?

That is why I voted it as the most romantic song without all the mushy pukey words.



Most Heartbroken.
I can't make you love me - George Michael

Lack of word is what it should be. This is the most heart breaking of all the heart broken songs. The melody is so sad that you feel like poking something in the eye, it hurts. Not to mention the lyrics.

Broken hearted can be resulted from one sided love or when your loved one loves someone else or doesn’t love you, whether he/she with you. That’s the recipe for a disastrous night, so turn on the music and be miserable. Different from typical whinny why oh why type of broken heart song, this one is almost speechless.

Just hold me close, don’t patronize me. Tell me no lies. Turn off this voices inside my head. I’ll close my eyes, then I don’t see, the love you don’t feel when you’re holding me.

Cause I can't make you love me if you don't
You can't make your heart feel something it won't
Here in the dark, in these lonely hours
I will lay down my heart and I'll feel the power
But you won't, no you won't
'cause I can't make you love me, if you don't...


Ah. How reality is pain. Say no more. One sentence kills it all.



Mourning song, because human are mortal.
To Where You Are - Josh Groban

I think no one can beat this.

Are you gently sleeping here inside my dream? As my heart holds you, just one beat away. A breath away is not far from where you are.



The most male chauvinist song.
Please Release Me - Engelbert Humperdinck

This is old song that makes me roll my eyes everytime I hear it.

Please release me let me go, for I don’t love anymore. Her lips are warm while yours are cold.

Bloooothy hell.



So close yet so far.
Always like this one, it nails it.
Almost Here - Brian McFadden & Delta Goodrem

Shadows bleeding through the light, where the love once shined so bright
Love's not always black and white, haven't I always loved you?

When I need you, you’re almost here, and I know that’s not enough. When I’m with you, I’m close to tear, cause I know that you’re almost here.




The song that commands headlines in newspaper, and why history never changes.
Six Days - DJ Shadow

It has been used irrelevantly as Tokyo Drift soundtrack, the beats match, but the lyrics definitely belong to deeper world.

Leader starts to frown, it’s sword and gun day.
You never thought we'd go to war, After all the things we saw, It's April Fools' day.
You hear a whistling overhead, Are you alive or are you dead?
You feel a shaking on the ground, A billion candles burn around,Is it your birthday?

Tomorrow never comes until it’s too late.




Half going crazy song.
Anxiety - Black Eyed Pea

I really like how they put it. It’s a good frustration song when you need some voices to yell in your head.

Got my brain stuck going through the motions
Everywhere I turn its a dead end in front of me
Strange paranoia took over me, Its weighing' me down, and I can't run any longer.
Knees to the ground.

Anxiety, sane and insane rivalry, paranoia drives me to my knee.




‘If only’ song.
I Am A Rock - Simon and Garfunkel
Animal Song - Savage Garden

Being human with feelings is difficult.
How human always wish to be something else to escape from our troubles and avoid being hurt.

I want to live like animal, careless and free. I want to run to the jungle with the wind in my hair and the sand on my feet.

I touch no one and no one touches me. I am a rock, I am an island. And the rock feels no pain. And the island never cries.



Different Christmas song.

Not mistletoe, not carol, nor present, no white snow.

So heres my lifelong wish, My grown-up christmas list.
Not for myself, But for a world in need.

No more lives torn apart, that wars would never start, and time would heal all hearts.
Everyone would have a friend, the right would always win, and love would never end.


What is this illusion called the innocence of youth?
Maybe only in our blind belief can we ever find the truth.



Every coin has two sides.
Both Sides Now - Joni Mitchell

The longer we live, the ore we find that the thing that we thought we know, might not be like what we thought.

All lyrics, sample:
ROWS and ***Flows*** of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I've looked at clouds that way

But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way

I've looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It's cloud illusions I recall
I really don't know clouds at all



Again, there are more to add, but i post this first.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Sticky Situation

If I happen to meet someone I don’t know enough to be comfortable, I know enough to ignore, it can be quite a disaster. This morning I met up with a neighbour friendly and kind enough to exchange small talks. We were both in hurry, had to rush and said goodbye to each other after the lift hit ground floor.

If I happen to be the one in front, no problem, I would race, fast. The problem is when she is in front, says goodbye, and the races. Noisy and audible with the shoe heel clicking onto the pavement, but yet, there is not improvement in the speed compared to my three years old niece. Difficult to take over, because she is trying her best to walk fast, swinging hands and bags, strains her leg muscle and that is fast for her. I have to walk behind and find a chance to make a detour. Everything can goes well, but if for some situation that holds me up, I might meet in the intersection again and it would more devastating.

If I stuck in a place with someone I don’t want to.

Taking bus to work, there is almost certain that I’m going to meet that regular collagues or even strangers who share the same bus with me, at the same time, every day. Recognition, smile, some people are aware enough to keep their distance. But for others, it’s just a must to them to change small talk and sit beside you in the bus.

There are a lot of people growing up and think that small gesture is a must even though they might not like it. My background, my family also adopt this kind off thinking especially toward older relatives. But mom and dad must have had hard time with me, since I’m quite oblivious to that. My principal is there is no need for forced small talk or visit if there in no genuine intention. What’s that for… you feel uncomfortable, I feel uncomfortable, we are both wasting time to do what we don’t like, just because we want to be polite, or it is a tradition. Nah., cut it slack. If we both know we don’t want it, I volunteer to be the bad guy and stop the hassle. Although they might label me what and what, hey., they thank me deep in their heart.

But if your relatives and friends are genuinely want to see you or need you, than perhaps we should suck it up and give them our time if that means something for them, as long as they don’t turn into unreasonable nagging we are good for nothing type of advisor, I still think that relation is very important minus all the unnecessary annoying small talks.

Back to the sticky situation I can’t really avoid, sitting for half an hour in the bus every morning with someone who constantly talks. I dread every morning to see her in the bus terminal. We totally have nothing in common, not even for opposite change of mindset. I enjoy hearing things from different point of view, but this is not stimulating one. (Remember on of the Friends episode when Ross and Mike stuck together? But at least both of them keep quiet.)

I can even memorize how she would start the conversation ‘I’m so tired’.
It goes over and over and over again and one day I bothered myself to ask: You can’t be possibly feeling tired and say it every morning. You can say something else for a change. Anything. Sleepy. Okay. My butt is itchy. Why not. The sky is blue. Uh-uh, fair enough. I’m afraid that my bag will eat me. This could get interesting.

Just don’t say something for the sake of saying it. I don’t mind if you don’t sit beside me just because we know each other in the office. And if you don’t talk. I don’t want my first contact with outside is someone who is tired all the time and be contagious.

After awhile, a long agony while, she gets my point, I guess. So I can enjoy writing or listening to music for half an hour. I’m a loner, picky and I’m mean. I get it. But if that can get me out from sticky situation....

Thursday, February 05, 2009

Three Things Always In My List

I am a spiritual person. That’s what I’ve been told, together with the term I always thought I am, not religious. I started to agree with my friend. Spiritual sounds fair, it makes sense.

I don't like people using religion as the association to judge one person is good or not without looking at the person. I don't like one religion thrashing another.
I don't like than people are close minded to another belief just because they are not in the same.

If anything, along the history, religion brings more catasthropic than peace, because of human interpretation. So yah, I don't want to be too religious.
Inviting weird and accusing stares everytime I said that, make me want to hold onto it more because that is exactly the reason.

Being spiritual doesn't mean that I worship a tree or cutting chicken head to pray, spiritual according to us probably means that somebody tries to get the essence of all the good things instead of the surface or the brand it comes with, like religion. My essence of right or wrong is perceptive, yes, but again, what isn’t?

In fact, spiritual that I agree with not only skeptical about human interpretation, but also skeptical about right or wrong. Except really obvious ones, I believe not everything is created black or white, there are big areas and different shades of grey as there are always two sides of coins, there are things we don’t understand and we don’t have the capability to judge objectively if we are not in the same position. Chinese symbol called Patkwa, has deep meaning, nothing is absolute, for every white there is something black and vice versa.

Why not? What not? Can tell me when your mind has been cleared forever, can anyone say they always get by days without thinking or doing or saying something not good?

Human always find similarities or differences with others, almost everything in almost everyway, two most obvious factors, religion and races. One quote that I remember, if one day god decide to make human in one race, one religion, we would still able to find something we can start the war for.

Racist, is the most common of human characteristic nowadays and always. Maybe only less than 0.1% of human are not racist, we are all racist in certain level. Stereotyping, subjective opinions, no matter how small. Everyone is guilty. Me too.

So struggling to stand on my feet, I’m always learning to do three things:

1. Never judge: Regardless how clear I thought it would be, everything might not be what it seems. People might not understand something they don’t go through themselves. Try to see on the other person side, think of what I might have done on his/her shoes. What seems wrong could be right from another POV.

2. See the person, not his race, religion or status. Rich and reputable can be evil, poor can be kind-hearted. Anyone with any religion and race are capable of doing good or doing bad, it comes back to the person..

3. Not doing bad things. As a plus, do good things.

This list is bloody hard to do. As I said, majority of people are judgmental and racist, and naughty, and if I might add, many people close their minds to other than what they believe.

Anyway a friend sent me these good quotes from Gandhi I think is nice to ponder, whoever and whatever someone is....

I look only to the good qualities of men. Not being faultless myself, I won't presume to probe into the faults of others.

There is a sufficiency in the world for man's need but not for man's greed.

It has always been a mystery to me how men can feel themselves honored by the humiliation of their fellow beings.

It is easy enough to be friendly to one's friends. But to befriend the one who regards himself as your enemy is the quintessence of true religion. The other is mere business.

In prayer it is better to have a heart without words than words without a heart.

To give service to a single heart by a single act is better than a thousand heads bowing in prayer.


You must be the change you wish to see in the world.



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Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Bus Kotaaaa

Terkadang kalo orang lagi apes, emang apes.
Tadi gue sok-sokan nongkrong semenit lebih dari waktu habis jam kerja, semeniiit aja. Tapi gak tahan, akhirnya gue cabut, ngibrit… sampe hamper nabrak teman kerja gue..gile…kerja sepuluh jam termasuk makan, dan hari ini lebih-lebih, karena gue nongol pagian buat jogging2an dan mandi dikantor.

Tapinya, hape ketinggalan, akhirnya gue ngebut lagi masuk kantor, gak peduli direktur masih di situ dan gedubrakan lagi keluar.

Seperempat jarak ke halte bus, ada telpon bunyi. Nah lho, untung gak ketinggalan dan heboh sendiri dikantor. Nomor Indo, kepo gua. Jadi gua angkat biarpun lari-lari. Suara gak jelas. Gua tutup.

Lari lagi. Bener aja, bis udah nunggu, untungnya ada bis laen didepannya dan ada kunyuks yang masih naek. Bukan maen, lutut tua masih harus ngebut, dan buset, telpon bunyi lagi.

Ternyata temen SMA gue, ngucapin met ultah yang salah tanggal pula. Tertutup lagi, berhasil duduk dibus, napas hampir putus, bunyi lagi. Setelah protes kenapa telponnya ditutup gue cerita kalo tadi lagi ngejar-ngejar bus.

“Haahhahaha..kok masih sama aja..ngejar-ngejar bus?? Dari dulu ampe sekarang?!! Kakakka…. Ngapain kerja dinegara orang capek-capek ternyata ngejar bus juga?!??” katanya nyolod.
Untungnya dia best friend suku Adam gua yang terlama, jadi mau gak mau gua harus terima kekunyukan beserta kenyolodan yang belom berubah.

Dari dulu nih orang kalo ngomong sering kena ke pusat rasa sakit. Kali ini meleset dikit sih, soalnya gue ternyata BARU sadar. Setelah kelar ngobrol, gue jadi senyum2 gila sendiri.

Iyah yah…kok kayaknya gak ada perbaikan nasib?? Dulu ngejar bus, sekarang ngejar bus.. Dulu ekor kuda, sekarang masih! Dari soal berpakaian, juga gak banyak berubah, gue masih punya baju Donald bebek dan doraemon… soal sepatu… masih sepatu kets..jadi dari pikiran gua kalo udah kerja tuh pake rok mini dan lipstick bulepotan… apa yang terjadi… tidak adakah perbaikan nasib (enter lagu keroncong..)

Tapi sambil jalan, gue mikir lagi.. nih teman busyuk bikin gua mikirin topik yang sama sepanjang perjalanan pulang.., sekarang kan gua bisa bayar bill sendiri (tapi dulu gak punya bill), bisa kasih makan diri sendiri, belanja diri sendiri.. dan mulai bisa membalas jasa orang tua… biarpun masih ngejar2 bus…gak apa-apalah… yang pasti gua kayaknya gak bisa nelpon sambil lari lagi..hehe…biarpun dulu gak punya henpon…

Kalo lebih dipikir2 lagi, justru ngejar bis inilah dimana gue bisa merasakan masa muda jaman doeloe…lari2 diterbang angin dilapangan..setidaknya selagi lutut tua ini masih bisa berderak….

Gak ada hubungannya:
Temen dateng dari Jakarta, bonyok dateng dari Jakarta, membuat gua jadi kangen Jakarta…sudah berapa lama gua gak pulang…dua taon….sudah berapa lama gua gak ngejar2 bus Jakarta.. Sembilan taon…buset… dan gua denger.., Jakarta sekarang keren banget.. mi tek-tek bisa ditelpon..gileeeee…holly molly…cinta deh gua..berarti gak usah nongkrong diteras ampe tukang2 lewat dan tukang2 gak perlu panjang2in leher lagi buat nungguin kita keluar… asik bener…

Coba kalo disini masih ada hal-hal icil picil gitu… kalo laper disini.. nyahoo!! Gigit tuh kaki, atau makan McD… mana ada tek..tek..tek…