This is how it works...
It feels a little worse
Than when we drove our hearse
Right through that screaming crowd
While laughing up a storm
Until we were just bone
Until it got so warm
That none of us could sleep
And all the styrofoam
Began to melt away
We tried to find some worms
To aid in the decay
But none of them were home
Inside their catacomb
A million ancient bees
Began to sting our knees
While we were on our knees
Praying that disease
Would leave the ones we love
And never come again
On the radio
We heard November Rain
That solo's really long
But it's a pretty song
We listened to it twice
'Cause the DJ was asleep
This is how it works
You're young until you're not
You love until you don't
You try until you can't
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath
No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else's heart
Pumping someone else's blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don't get harmed
But even if it does
You'll just do it all again
And on the radio
You hear November Rain
That solo's awful long
But it's a good refrain
You listen to it twice
'Cause the DJ is asleep
On the radio (oh oh oh)
On the radio
On the radio -uh oh
On the radio -uh oh
On the radio -uh oh
On the radio.
Of love and other stuffs...
Hotel Song...
Come into my world I've got to show
Show, show you
Come into my bed
I've got to know
Know, know you
But I wake up in fear
You will never be my...
You will never be my fool
Will never be my fool
Wake up in a hotel room
Cigarettes and lies
I am a child; it's too soon
But I wake up in fear
You will never be my...
You will never be my fool
Will never be my fool
A little bag of cocaine
So who's the girl wearing my dress?
I figured out her number
Inside a paper napkin
But I don't know her address; I wade downstairs
I've bought
With a couple of gold coins
A sign that I've been caught
But I wake up in fear
You will never be my...
You will never be my dear
Will never be my dear, dear friend
Dear, dear friend, dear, dear friend
A little bag of cocaine
So who's the girl wearing my dress?
I figured out her number
Inside a paper napkin
But I don't know her address
Come into my world I've got to show
Show, show you
Come into my bed
I've got to know
Know, know you
But I wake up in fear
You will never be my...
You will never be my dear
Will never be my dear, dear friend
Dear, dear friend, dear, dear friend
Dream, dream, dream...
What dreams may come...
What if all of our dreams could come true for one day? What dreams would you like to come true? Would it be of wealth? Love? Ultimate destruction of all living being on the face of the earth? (Users are advise to ignore the last opt). And if we could have this magical opportunity, whom would we share it with? For if that day is given to us, then should we choose the highest of all our dreams and fantasy?...Wishful thinking
Sadly the idea of having that come true for even just a day would only then be in a fairytale, for if it does not happen in real life then we must be always be grateful that we are able to at least dream about it in our sweetest of dreams. Something for all of us to have hope for it to come true someday...Hope
Let me just ask the stars a favour that if at least when I dream, it would be of that which I most hope for even if it is just for that moment and even if it is only in my dream for what do we really have is that dream alone. So I hope that it is enough to at least last me in my waking hour. So I may lay back and close my eyes to dream it once more...Pray
Where Heaven Is And Angels Are...
I wonder why sometimes that in our lives, people search for miracles. Why we search for things that would be considered as an act of god, like angels and heaven. Why our definitions of it compels us to envision beautiful angels; spirits with wings shining and unimaginable view of the gates of heaven.
But sometimes we forget (like normal humans do)that the things that we expect are always exaggerated that we fail to see that what we search for is right in front of our very noses. Reminds me of the story I once told to a friend about the priest who wanted god to save him from drowning, but drowned anyway. So let me enlighten you on my concept of heaven and angels.
A Feet of Haven:
First off, everybody should already have know where haven on earth is. That is most probably the easiest thing to know in the world. While we constantly search for the existence of a "place", haven to me lies at our mothers feet (not trying to sound so typically lame or anything) as mother is the word spoken from the mouth of every child in the world. Hence the existence of haven could be interpreted.
Although few may argue that not all mothers are truly equal in caring for their offspring, but for me, it is when they give birth to us that there is no closer relation to haven (in which our soles comes from) as they are the door in which we are brought to this world (to cross from haven to earth). In layman's terms, 'No mother, No life'.
Ordinary Angels:
Let's now find the angels that we search for in life. Now this topic might be open for discussion as our perception of 'Angels' vary to each of our individual needs (and wants) which is expected in each of these angels that we seek to be filled. As beauty lies in the eye of the beholder, angels might lie in the beholders sole, for beauty may satisfy the eye, but angels will satisfy the sole (or so it is hoped).
I have always searched for an 'Angel' in my life yet I fail to know that it was right there in plain sight all along. The fact of the matter is, I fail to understand that angels don't have to be extraordinary, as they can be as much as ordinary as you and me. They don't have to be beautiful or have wings and shine brightly, as I was blessed with the company of my "Ordinary Angel" for close to 8 years now (and still counting). My ordinary angel would be in this world, is my wife (for the record, my wife's name is Suhana Binti Omar)... As only an angel could ever cope with my bad habits, my flaws, my moods, my self. That, I find to be a task which only an angel could endure even though she might only be an ordinary angel, she is my ordinary angel. To me that is more than I could ever hope for.)
So, to sum it up, I hope I could be an ordinary angel someday in hopes that I can show people that their ordinary angels are right there all along. As they to might be somebody's ordinary angel as well... It's better to be an ordinary angel to someone than to just be ordinary...
P.S.: I almost post this blog in spelling the word 'Angel' as 'Angle'... Close one ;P