Songs and Moments #3 [Low Man’s Lyric]

Yesterday, out of nowhere, tiba-tiba teringat this line from a song;

 “So I cry in the alley way, confess all to the rain” 

I know it’s Metallica but I don’t remember what song. So here it is, after googling. 

Lagu ni antara lagu-lagu yang aku dengar zaman matriks. Pinjam kaset (album Reload) dan walkman kawan masa tu, dengar masa nak pi kelas, dan dalam bas masa outing. 

For this particular song, aku suka sangat lirik dia. Walaupun ada orang kata it's about suicide-lah, pasal drugs-lah, but I guess, we can interpret it in any way we want it to relate to us.

#3 - Low Man's Lyric by Metallica

My eyes seek reality

My fingers seek my veins

There's a dog at your back step

He must come in from the rain

I fall 'cause I let go

The net below has rot away

So my eyes seek reality

And my fingers seek my veins

The trash fire is warm

But nowhere safe from the storm

And I can't bare to see

What I've let me be

So wicked and worn

So as I write to you

Of what is done and to do

Maybe you'll understand

And won't cry for this man

'Cause low man is due

Please forgive me

My eyes seek reality

My fingers feel for faith

Touch clean with a dirty hand

I touched the clean to the waste

The trash fire is warm

But nowhere safe from the storm

And I can't bare to see

What I've let me be

So wicked and worn

So as I write to you, yeah

Of what is done and to do

Maybe you'll understand

And won't cry for this man

'Cause low man is due

Please forgive me

Please forgive me

Please forgive me

So low the sky is all I see

All I want from you is forgive me

So you bring this poor dog in from the rain

Though he just wants right back out again

And I cry, to the alley way

Confess all to the rain

But I lie, lie straight to the mirror

The one I've broken, to match my face

My eyes seek reality

My fingers seek my veins

Songwriters: James Alan Hetfield / Lars Ulrich

Pretentious..Not

What if people don't pretend that they are good?

What if they were really good and become not-so-good under certain circumstances?

In that case or another, no good would ever come from hatred. Don't you think?

Api Dalam Sekam

“Be mindful of what you say.

For your words are nothing,

but a reflection of your heart”

Not sure whose quote is this, but this is so true. I am too sad, and too exhausted to even elaborate. But in a way, I actually feel betrayed. Mostly by myself. 

Entahlah. I hate it when I don’t know what to do because most of the times, I would just end up running away. I think I don’t want to run away anymore, but then again, I really really don’t know what is the right thing to do.

But maybe, I don’t even have to do anything about it. Maybe this is a reminder (and even a punishment) to myself. Next time around, I really have to be wiser. And I guess, I still have to thank you for finally showing your true color. I wasn’t blind, but I chose to see the best in people, so what does that make me? *sigh

Okay. For now, let’s just sleep on it.

Dear Memories

Dear memories,

why do you have to be all dark and sad?

I want to remember something nice,

something that doesn’t consist of “You disappoint me”,

or end in “I have to go”,

or both.

I want to remember something colorful

under the sun.

I want to remember the sound of laughter

on a breezy day by the seaside.

Why can’t I remember something like that?

Disclaimer: All poems may be or may not be from my own experience. Some are merely from observations. Just chill, don't speculate. I’m just trying to be ‘creative’ here 😝😝 ✌🏽

COSTA

Another option for my headache-killer. Sekarang kat JB dah available at most of Shell gas stations. Rupa-rupanya dia vending machine, so totally self-service. Just follow the machine's instructions and make payment at the counter.

Make sure letak cup tu after Step 3. Kalau letak awal-awal nanti dia tak detect so the drink won't pour into your cup.

Commonness

Do you remember

when we talked about Smashing Pumpkins?

of how I love Ava Adore,

and you love 1979?

I thought to myself,

“Finally someone with common taste of music”,

I thought I found a soulmate of mine

in you.

And yes, you were really

someone with common taste of music

But no, never a soulmate.

Disclaimer: All poems may be or may not be from my own experience. Some are merely from observations. Just chill, don't speculate. I’m just trying to be ‘creative’ here 😝😝 ✌🏽

The Stolen Voice [Extended Version]

I used to be someone with a voice

a happy voice

a curious voice

and a bit of a noisy voice,

                 so I was told.

And I believed it when you told me

        to shut up

that I must be distracting,

I must be annoying.

So I shut my mouth ever since

believing that my words were not necessary,

not important.

Because all I wanted to do then

was doing the right thing

And you made me believe

being quiet is one

I had lost my voice

since the days you told me to shut up

And then I grew up

struggling to find my voice back

when there was so much that I wanted to say,

when I needed to stand up for myself.

but I just can’t find it back

I never have found it back

All I could remember was how you told me

to “Shut up”

I think you stole my voice

along with my self-esteem.


Disclaimer: All poems may be or may not be from my own experience. Some are merely from observations. Just chill, don't speculate. Just trying to be ‘creative’ here 😝😝 ✌🏽