Monday, December 22, 2008

John Mayer Dreams

Lately I've been having very vivid dreams that seem, well, completely normal and real. Sometimes it's hard to distinguish between those dreams and actual memories. But though the scenarios change each time, a similar situation is common to all of them. This morning I woke up in a daze and fell back to sleep. It seems that after you wake up once and go back to sleep, your dreams become easier to remember. For some reason I went to Davis. It was like a cross between going for MUN and going for a TR showcase. I went and carried my acoustic with me. I vaguely recall being asked to play two of my songs and a cover of some Matt Nathanson song. Now that I think about it that was a rather arrogant thing to dream about, especially since I never actually got any feedback about my stuff. Anyway, I also had to take care of some younger kids in high school that went with to Davis, and somehow we ended up in a huge arcade. They were called back at 4:10 and I waited for a friend of mine who showed up at 4:29. I actually remember having a conversation regarding these times later at 5:32, which is why I know them so precisely. After that we went to the dining hall where most of us were eating. It required formal attire, so I put on my white jacket in a hurry. Someone soon called out to me and made me realize that I had forgotten to take off my beanie. I was also carrying two backpacks and a soft guitar case with the guitar outside in my hand. I stuffed the back rucksack into my more stylish backpack, and put the guitar back into the carrying bag. There were two tables close to each other where I could've sat. I chose the closer one, though I wanted to be at the other table. After a while I sighed. This time again, my existence isn't going to be acknowledged. I was being ignored again. It didn't feel very nice. There was a red dress, cream of mushroom soup, and white plastic rectangular tables. Strange how I get inspired by these sorts of things.

At least in my dreams I want to experience some pleasant memories. I guess when you're dreaming John Mayer style, all you get are sad premonitions instead.

I want a six pack.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

N.O.S.

She almost makes the day begin
I’ve grown addicted to the tune that she whistles night and noon
Her smiles, her frowns, her ups, her downs
Are second nature to me now
Like breathing in, and breathing out
Rather like a habit I can always break
And yet
I’ve grown addicted to her looks
I’ve grown addicted to her voice


I’m the one handing over a lunch box when your stomach growls
I’m the one that’s holding up high the umbrella when it rains on you
I’m the one who’s wiping your eyes even though look away
I’m the one who always seems to know exactly what to say


This is it
This is life
The one you get, so go and take a drive
Cuz the world don’t move to the beat of just one drum
What’s good for you might not be good for some
And what’s good for some might not be what they want
You remember the good, you dwell in the bad
You wipe the tears, you stifle the laughs
And there you have it--the life I grasp


I’m the one who’s coming to find you when you felt so lost
I’m the one who’s hiding with you when you were so scared
I’m the one that’s standing with you on the edge of the world
I’m the one that’s holding you tightly when you thought that no one cared

And
I’m just:
No One Special.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Inspired by: that one genderconfused lesbian song


Verse 1:
Let me teach you a new song that I recently learned how to play
It's kinda simple and not that long, but I like what it has to say
So, let me take you through the chords, repeat with you all the words
And watch you sing this piece for him some day

So-oh, I act as if I don't know
whatever, here's how the song goes

[oi, could you pick up the pace now]

Chorus:
Call me stupid call me foolish call me crazy call me childish call me deathly insecure
Call me hopeless, a lost cause, call me stubborn call me trite but as long as you call me then I smile some more
But then you tell me someone's on the other line
You put me hold saying "give me a little time"

well what d'you know you've hung up, and isn't it ironic
hmm, maybe it's a sim card error. Shit...


Verse 2:
It's been a season past and now all the leaves here are changing colour
I heard it's a magical sight to see, and I hope you enjoy it as much as me
So, I sit legs crossed beneath the skies and trees and autumn leaves
as you do the same but not alone.

oo-ooh, it's a picture of perfection
tha-at you tell me to take with your canon

[Chorus]

Well look at the time. I guess it's time for me to put down my pen, close my eyes, and let the sleep seep in.

Monday, October 20, 2008

我的

躺在星空下的草地上,心事全都摊开让你看。
满天星星张大眼睛盯著我。
回想。。。
要知道,

我的呼吸,我的叹息,我的话都为你说。
我的努力,我的放弃,我每步都为你走。
在你梦想的边缘,总有一个人一直为你等待守候著它。
我所有的,我没有的,我一切都是你的。
我得到的,我失去的,我拥有的都是你的。
你也许无法了解,我给的爱己经超乎我以为我能够给的。

现在泪水将我淹没,我才终于明白办不到的承诺就成了枷锁。现实中,幸福永远缺货。
笑着难过,自我惩罚,
想终止这一切挣扎。
横了心说真心谎话。
恨总比爱容易放下。
当泪水堵住了胸口,就让沉默代替所有回答。

我不爱,我不痛,我不懂,我的心早已掏空。
真心话言不由衷。

曾经给你的感动,却只是情绪的波动。

然而现在我以被遗忘在你遗忘的角落。

On this night, on the 20th of October

Something inside me curled up and died...
I don't think it'll ever come back alive wholly again.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

夏天雨

Summer rain. Well, here it never rains in the summer. I wonder why is that? I mean, I guess it makes sense, since it rarely rains, well, ever here. But still, I wish it would. I really enjoy the rain in the summer. It feels, almost poetic in a sense. Unlike other times, in the summer the rains feels more... peaceful. If we were to relate rain to tears, then in any other season it would be uncontrollable weeping. In the summer however, I imagine gentle tears, slowly streaming down to a mellow slight smile. Silent and unexpected, and unless you look at it you would never notice it. But that doesn't mean it didn't happen. Yet, if no one knew or will ever know, then did it really rain? The aftereffects of the rain will quickly disappear--it's the summer after all. And soon after the rain passes, it will be like nothing ever happened at all.

Summer rain. I remember hearing the phrase once; it was from someone who misheard me. But I remember hearing those words during the best time of my life. Not in the summer though. That summer, it rained.