Filed under: Ramblings
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God gave rock and roll to you – Kiss
God gave rock and roll to you, gave rock and roll to you
Put it in the soul of everyone
Do you know what you want? you don’t know for sure
You don’t feel right, you can’t find a cure
And youre gettin less than what you’re lookin’ for
You don’t have money or a fancy car
And you’re tired of wishin’ on a falling star
You gotta put your faith in a loud guitar
Chorus:
God gave rock and roll to you, gave rock and roll to you
Gave rock and roll to everyone (oh yeah)
God gave rock and roll to you, gave rock and roll to you
Put it in the soul of everyone
Now listen
If you wanna be a singer, or play guitar
Man, you gotta sweat or you wont get far
Cause its never too late to work nine-to-five
You can take a stand, or you can compromise
You can work real hard or just fantasize
But you don’t start livin’ till you realize – I gotta tell ya!
God gave rock and roll to you, gave rock and roll to you
Gave rock and roll to everyone
God gave rock and roll to you, gave rock and roll to you
Put it in the soul
(instrumental break)
God gave rock and roll to you (to everyone he gave the song to be sung)
Gave rock and roll to you, gave rock and roll to everyone
God gave rock and roll to you (to everyone he gave the song to be sung)
Gave rock and roll to you, saved rock and roll for everyone
Saved rock and roll
Chorus repeats out…
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I first listened to this song when I was 8 years old, and I feel that this song has always held some special meaning for me.
A lot of people, close ones, family and friends, have given up on me some time or another, in the two score and more years that I have been walking this earth.
I’ve even given up on myself sometimes.
But always, I discover that there is one thing that I won’t, and can’t let go of.
The melody brings me back from the deepest pits of self-hatred.
The riffs take me higher, the basslines take me deeper.
The beats start me moving on.
Even though I’ve fallen and been stepped upon, even through losses and calamities, though numerous failures I have endured, I believe I will succeed.
I gotta put my faith in a loud guitar.
Rock and roll, baby.
Rock.. and roll.
Filed under: Ramblings
Last Sunday I went to Eddy Kecik’s (from the band Cucu Datok Merah) wedding.
It was like a local musician/celebrity fest.
Addy Cradle Rasidi was there with his band. Man Toyak, Cats in Cradle, Jas Nalo, the rest of Cucu Datok Merah, Edmusyita, famous soundmen, etc, and me.
Too many to list down. Wish I saw Paul Danial though. Wait, I take that back. I wish I saw Paul Danial play guitar there.
Wish I brought a camera too. Eddy and Eva’s wedding was grand. The stage was, quite literally, a stage and it was quite a big one to boot. Eddy even had his Fender Strat (if I’m not mistaken) on display near the stage.
Rock hits were belted out during the wedding, on and on.
I could have stayed there for hours, but I had other responsibilities to attend to. Sigh.
One thing that the wedding reminded me of is my own wedding.
That’s just it.
I haven’t had one yet.
I’m sure I will get married and have my own wedding, blah blah blah and all.
The big question is, when will it be?
And the smaller questions are quite tough too.
How grand will it be?
How many people to invite?
Who do I invite?
Which make-up artist?
1 tent or 2?
Which caterer?
DJ or band or both?
Can I invite my facebook and friendster friends?
etcetera, etcetera, etcetera…
And last, but most definitely not the least…
How much?
The pressure’s getting to me.
My older brother and my younger sister are already married. With kids to boot!
A whole lot of my friends are married too.
My gf’s cousin is getting engaged and her bestfriend’s getting hitched soon.
I feel like I ain’t got ’nuff time.
And money too.
Sigh.
Money, money, money.
Always sunny.
In the rich man’s world.
All the things I could do,
if I had a little money.
It’s a rich man’s world.
Filed under: Ramblings
Truth is simple.
Truth hurts.
therefore truth simply hurts.
Rain pours down
Silver rivers run
Face the emotions burning your conscience
Fluttering in the winds of fear
Muttering sweet nothings into your ear
A tear
Slowly forms in blinding silence
Encapsulating fair gentle violence
Defines the penance
And hateful relief
One which you partake with blessed spite
Omit that which to you is trite
Feel the light
See without sight
You might
Not be alright
Do you hear?
The movement of the year?
As it passes you by
Brushing along you as you whimper and cry
Why ask why?
Why do you wonder?
As happiness rends you asunder?
Thoughts are cold and wandering souls they quiver
Beg for more
Make your hands quake
Go skinny dipping in the lake
Full of thorns and purple seaweed
Drink your fill
Fake what you need
Arise, maiden of the morning moon
I want to touch you again so very soon
I salvage the remnants of my pillaged heart
That you may shape it into deprecated art
And leave it behind for the hounds
Bind me
In whips of loving embrace
Kiss me while you claw my face
Provider of carnal grace
Let me taste
that fleeting moment
that I may bring it with me
when sand dribbles into my eyes
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