Rock me into oblivion
This is my antidote
to pain, to boredom, to isolation, to being single, to being an only child, to being in a bad relationship, to temptations, to failing others, to failing myself, to my parents' screaming at the top of their voices, to my mom's misery, to my dad's painful tolerance, to my mom wanting the attention I can't give, to never see my family in one complete piece, to being ostracised when I was young, to not being loved, to making bad decisions, to being hit on in a crowded club, to being scared, to being worried, to being fearful, to memories of Kea in pain, to memories of Kea's voice on the phone, to falling for someone not saved, to him leaving for UK on Saturday, to him sending me SMSes before he leave, to being loved by someone I can't be with, to crying by the window, to bad dreams, to hopelessness, to uncertainities, to confusion, to wanting to give up, to being lost, to watching a bad movie, to a bad date, to being hurt, to being shouted at, to being slapped, to feeling low, to seeing what is ahead of me is behind a thick fog, to the lack of inspiration, to frustration, to sorrow, to sadness, to having someone wiping his feet on my dreams, to see my dreams disintegrating, to not be able to complete a book, to his insensitivities, to my sensitivities, to my limitations, to feeling suffocated, to sins, to being blamed, to being betrayed, to not being trusted, to wanting to hide, to not wanting love, to not wanting to love, to wanting to run away, to bleakness, to the tears I can't supply, to the comfort I can't give, to walking home alone, to imperfections, to bad ramifications, to being pushed to a corner, to seeing anger in his eyes, to seeing pain in his eyes and to know I am responsible - Rocking-good music.
My antidote to all these - Rocking-good music.
So rock me into oblivion, rock me into numbness, rock me into forgetting, rock me so that I won't cry.
Cheers to Gun & Roses, to U2, to Depeche mode, to AHA, to Willson Philips, to Debbie Gibson, to Banarama, to Cranberries, to Frente, to Salt & Pepa, to Kurt Cobain, to TLC, to Pulp, to Metallica, to Oasis, to Pet Shop Boys, to Tears for Fears, to to the music I made in the 80s and 90s.
Cheers NOW to Citizen Cope, to Jimmy Eat World, to Lifehouse, to Matchbox Twenty, to Travis, to Pulp again, to Vertical Horizon, to Keane, to Avril Lavigne, to Gavin DeGraw, to Saliva, to Hawthorne Heights, to Green Day, to Five for fighting, to Weezer, to 3 Doors Down, to Jet, to Foo Fighters, to Pulp again and again, and many more kick-ass music bands.
From mini compo to hi-fi to iTunes player.
From walkman to CD player to mini-disc player to iPOD.
From cassettes to CDs to MP3
From stacks of tapes to stacks of CDs to playlists on my IPOD.
So, let's rock. Rock me into oblivion.
to pain, to boredom, to isolation, to being single, to being an only child, to being in a bad relationship, to temptations, to failing others, to failing myself, to my parents' screaming at the top of their voices, to my mom's misery, to my dad's painful tolerance, to my mom wanting the attention I can't give, to never see my family in one complete piece, to being ostracised when I was young, to not being loved, to making bad decisions, to being hit on in a crowded club, to being scared, to being worried, to being fearful, to memories of Kea in pain, to memories of Kea's voice on the phone, to falling for someone not saved, to him leaving for UK on Saturday, to him sending me SMSes before he leave, to being loved by someone I can't be with, to crying by the window, to bad dreams, to hopelessness, to uncertainities, to confusion, to wanting to give up, to being lost, to watching a bad movie, to a bad date, to being hurt, to being shouted at, to being slapped, to feeling low, to seeing what is ahead of me is behind a thick fog, to the lack of inspiration, to frustration, to sorrow, to sadness, to having someone wiping his feet on my dreams, to see my dreams disintegrating, to not be able to complete a book, to his insensitivities, to my sensitivities, to my limitations, to feeling suffocated, to sins, to being blamed, to being betrayed, to not being trusted, to wanting to hide, to not wanting love, to not wanting to love, to wanting to run away, to bleakness, to the tears I can't supply, to the comfort I can't give, to walking home alone, to imperfections, to bad ramifications, to being pushed to a corner, to seeing anger in his eyes, to seeing pain in his eyes and to know I am responsible - Rocking-good music.
My antidote to all these - Rocking-good music.
So rock me into oblivion, rock me into numbness, rock me into forgetting, rock me so that I won't cry.
Cheers to Gun & Roses, to U2, to Depeche mode, to AHA, to Willson Philips, to Debbie Gibson, to Banarama, to Cranberries, to Frente, to Salt & Pepa, to Kurt Cobain, to TLC, to Pulp, to Metallica, to Oasis, to Pet Shop Boys, to Tears for Fears, to to the music I made in the 80s and 90s.
Cheers NOW to Citizen Cope, to Jimmy Eat World, to Lifehouse, to Matchbox Twenty, to Travis, to Pulp again, to Vertical Horizon, to Keane, to Avril Lavigne, to Gavin DeGraw, to Saliva, to Hawthorne Heights, to Green Day, to Five for fighting, to Weezer, to 3 Doors Down, to Jet, to Foo Fighters, to Pulp again and again, and many more kick-ass music bands.
From mini compo to hi-fi to iTunes player.
From walkman to CD player to mini-disc player to iPOD.
From cassettes to CDs to MP3
From stacks of tapes to stacks of CDs to playlists on my IPOD.
So, let's rock. Rock me into oblivion.
posted by eternal bough at 8:44 PM
4 Comments:
I liked Depeche Mode too!
don't be too hard on yourself. Lot's of times these things are thrown in so that life is more interesting.
And ...
Sometimes God takes things away from us so that He can give us something better :)
hey chris,
thanks. no worries. I am just whining. I find it difficult to stay down when I am in His presence. He always send people to pat me on my shoulder, give my arm a squeeze, including you. He is faithful and I am in good hands, always.
But keep it coming. It feels good to be comforted. muaahahaaa..
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Aiyo, you very manja lah ...
That phrase "sometimes God takes things away from us so that He can give us something better" was told to me by a brother after yours truly went thru a nasty breakup. So I'm just passing it on.
Looks like you macam whiny ah? Then again, not for me to complain ... have wife to whine to ... kekekekeke
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