Oceans apart day after day And I slowly go insane I hear your voice on the line But it doesn't stop the pain If I see you next to never How can we say forever
Wherever you go Whatever you do I will be right here waiting for you Whatever it takes Or how my heart breaks I will be right here waiting for you
I took for granted, all the times That I though would last somehow I hear the laughter, I taste the tears But I can't get near you now Oh, can't you see it baby You've got me goin' crazy
I wonder how we can survive This romance But in the end if I'm with you I'll take the chance Oh, can't you see it baby You've got me goin' crazy
No, I haven't become siaoliao and resorted to overused wedding songs to describe my heart for Vanstine day, albeit one day too late. Rather,after hearing this little Marx ditty(Richard, not Karl) being performed tonight, in the midst of the crowd, the tumult and haste of Orchard road ever so tastefully, I can't help but admit that, the words and tune of the song ain't that hopelessly commercial, cheesy, corny and other words that start with C. Rather, in the same way Karl got his kicks from berating the bourgeios, I do believe Richard penned his song with the aid of his definition of, love. And what's this love may I ask? The love of someone so deep that you would rather wait an eternity for her at the expense of your sanity? hmmm.
Oh, can't you see it baby You've got me goin' crazy
True love is not defined as the number of stalks of roses you recieve, nor is it engraved in the cuts of jewellrey, and neither is it embedded at the centre of a piece of expensive cocoa. I was walking down Orchard Road tonight with Lavi and we saw this pair of Red Indians, with the traditional garb of feathers, head dress and whatnot busking outside Takashimaya. One had a clean electric guitar, while the other an assortment of traditional Cherokee fluts, as well as the most beautiful wooden pan flute you could ever envisage. Behind them was a Yamaha synth producing the harmonies and bass lines. At their feet lay an opened guitar case, which was littered with cash from the passing crowd. There was a dude in front of them selling Cds of their music for 20 bucks who told me that all of them were from Ecuador who came to Singapore to spread their music.
Cool stuff. But what was cooler was the way the two of them harmonized and worked together to make the most beautiful music you could ever hear on a Wednesday night in Orchard. They peformed Let It Be by The Beatles, adding a nice rustic feel to it with the use of the traditional Red Indian instruments..Heh Lavi said I was mesmerized, but I swear you could only describe the experience as ethereal. Really woke up the band guy in me (: Anyway, we couldn't stay and watch for long as it was kinda late, so we only remained for one last song.
And whoanelly, straight out of the Romantic Manifesto the Two Little Indians played Right Here Waiting.
I know it ain't something huge to shout about. Buskers love love songs. But the sheer beauty of the whole situation just struck me. Haha it was a spiritual experience no doubt, the pan flute soaring togehter with the breeze which was especially cooling in Orchard..It could only be God I muse. Try reading the lyrics of the song again, and taking away the"oh baby" parts,look how apt it seems when we see God as the lyricist. Not going over the top here, and I'm not saying that Marx intended his song to be converted(literally) to a spiritual endeavour.
But just take the time, I guess, as your hearts flutter and crest and through with each passing day, in IB or JC or whatever, to remember that the purest form of love came concealed in two wooden planks tied together, and it will never change or go away...So don't feel depressed or anything if your cassanova attempts aren't working, and if it's any consolation...
I spent Vanstine's Day in band.
and i'm lovin it. badabababa.
Delivered at 10:24 PM;
KENNETH
Name:Slumber
Born:16th August
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long bus rides armed with an eye and a pod.74.
philosophizing.dystopia.
coffee.Rove.Health.Famary.
Buddies.
writing.1984.
expression.Italian food.
journeys.teh-peng.
stream of consciousness.
witty play on words.musing.
accents.the heartrands.performing.
being a closet connossieur.
a point of view.vigorous
interaction with spherical objects.
irony&pathos.yum.
JS.spirit.a girl that would smile