Wednesday, March 08, 2006

All I Can Do Is Write About It


Well this life that I've lead has took me everywhere
There ain't no place I ain't never gone
But its kind of like the saying that you heard so many times
Well there just ain't no place like home
Did you ever see a she-gator protect her young
Or a fish in a river swimming free
Did you ever see the beauty of the hills of Carolina
Or the sweetness of the grass in Tennessee
And Lord I can't make any changes
All I can do is write 'em in a song
I can see the concrete slowly creepin'
Lord take me and mine before that comes

Do you like to see a mountain stream a-flowin'
Do you like to see a youngun with his dog
Did you ever stop to think about, well, the air your breathin'
Well you better listen to my song
And Lord I can't make any changes
All I can do is write 'em in a song
I can see the concrete slowly creepin'
Lord take me and mine before that comes

I'm not tryin' to put down no big cities
But the things they write about us is just a bore
Well you can take a boy out of ol' Dixieland
But you'll never take ol' Dixie from a boy
And Lord I can't make any changes
All I can do is write 'em in a song
I can see the concrete slowly creepin'
Lord take me and mine before that comes
'Cause I can see the concrete slowly creepin'
Lord take me and mine before that comes


-- Lynyrd Skynyrd, Give Me back My Bullet (1976)


They can see but how to make them feel. How can there be remorse or regret without knowledge of the irreversible loss ahead. Wouldn't it be wonderful to have the eyes of Monet? The keen eyes to uncover beyond the beautiful garden laid out.

If it is meant to be, it is meant to be. But I had long sense what's coming. 


Its not like I never tried hard enough. My Monet vision with the energy, resources and time was just helpless to steer from the inevitable. It seemed not to be wonderful.

Alas ... If it is meant to be, it is meant to be.

All I can do is write in cryptic about it. Whatever it is to come, Lord help keep my faith intact, my spirit high and my mind sound. Although it did creep my mind at my most bitter moments to wish the ... Lord take me and mine before that comes.

A Voice
Kuala Lumpur
March 8th, 2006, 12.30 pm

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Saturday, March 04, 2006

Old Man


Old man look at my life,
I'm a lot like you were.
Old man look at my life,
I'm a lot like you were.

Old man look at my life,
Twenty four
and there's so much more
Live alone in a paradise
That makes me think of two.

Love lost, such a cost,
Give me things
that don't get lost.
Like a coin that won't get tossed
Rolling home to you.

Old man take a look at my life
I'm a lot like you
I need someone to love me
the whole day through
Ah, one look in my eyes
and you can tell that's true.

Lullabies, look in your eyes,
Run around the same old town.
Doesn't mean that much to me
To mean that much to you.

I've been first and last
Look at how the time goes past.
But I'm all alone at last.
Rolling home to you.

Old man take a look at my life
I'm a lot like you
I need someone to love me
the whole day through
Ah, one look in my eyes
and you can tell that's true.

Old man look at my life,
I'm a lot like you were.
Old man look at my life,
I'm a lot like you were.

-- Neil Young, Harvest (1972)


After having done some share of time travel, you begin to see how things move in circle.

In the normal natural process, we are instituting discipline on our kids and they at times despise it like we used to despice it.

The historical rise and fall of civilisation fitting a set pattern. The boom and bust of economy fit the sequences of pre-event and post-events.

While there are that resemblance between the past and present, its the differences that determine the progress and regress in the framework of time.

I can't help myself posting the image of the first Prime Minister and the most recent ex-Prime Minister together. Much have been said and analysed the relationship between them and lets not try to repeat.

In the picture, perhaps one is saying to thte other ... I'm a lot like you were ... :-)

A Voice
Kuala Lumpur
March 4th, 2006, 11:05 a.m.

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Friday, March 03, 2006

Bonda


Mengapa kanta ini masih berkaca
Sedangku telah pun terima di dalam redha
Segala kepahitan
Pengalaman menjadi penawar
Mengejar impi ke pintu syurga

Duhai bonda bilakah akan
Ku kecapi kasturi
Penebus maruah dan semangat lama

Mengapa sinar neon dan gedung indah
Kotaraya yang menjanjikan sejuta rasa
Sejuta haruman
Kini menjadi penjara jiwa
Ku yang merindukan ketenangan

Duhai bonda hari-hariku
Kini berlalu bagaikan bahtera
Tanpa layar dan kemudi

Bonda
Akhirnya terbongkar jua rahsia
Tangisan dan gurindam
Keramat kasih sayang
Keramat kasih sayangmu

Bonda
Saat dan pertemuan semula
Kita kali ini
Akan ku abadikan
Keramat kasih sayangmu

Oh...bonda...
...Bonda...

-- M Nasir, Canggung Mendonan (1993)


Thinking of Mother ...

All the years of my ordeal, I come to know her better. Her compassion revealed. Her spiritual side imparted.

I know she couldn't ... but she tried hard to understand my struggle, my redemption, and my journey and endeavours.

I know she couldn't ... but she extended to have me in her mind and prayers, and bridge my troubles.

She doesn't have to ... Bonda ...

A Voice
Kuala Lumpur
March 3rd, 2006, 7.30 p.m.

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