Saturday, November 23, 2002

she's perfect

She's perfect in her own way.
Smoke rings rising to the winter grey.
She's perfect in her own way.
Shining, stepping off a silver train.

Now I'm getting that sick taste in my mouth
from the medicine that I can't keep down.

She's amazing in her own way.
Always moving to a better place
She's amazing in her own way.
Laughing, you won't get to her better traits.

Now I'm getting that sick taste in my mouth
from the medicine that I can't keep down.
You know time heals nothing by itself.
I see that ever so clearly now.

She looks just a little bit different now.
Maybe a little bit softer around her eyes.

She looks just a little bit different now.
Maybe a little bit softer around her eyes.

The lights had just gone out at Rockerfeller Center.
Take it slow and make it softer.
Easy likes it nice and steady.

Now I'm getting that sick taste in my mouth
from the medicine that I can't keep down.
You know time heals nothing by itself.
I see that ever so clearly now.

Thursday, November 21, 2002

the price of blood

stepped out of 189 after a crazy journey to tampines mall (to get my 2nd ps2 controller)
just in time to see a sprawled motionless body on the road.
laid out artistically in front of it was a mess of newspapers and uneaten food
question is : did he jaywalk or was the driver negligent?

Tuesday, November 19, 2002

gray

as i speak gray skies surround me
the land of the lost, the isle of conformity
i've never felt so happily sad than today
so gladly mesmerized by the gray sky's candescence
there's just so much to be done
things yet to be explored
but the wintry skies of today
crushes all hope for new found love