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Anniversary Song


birthday agoe 02We dance in the waltz of flowers

Gliding in the rain

The leafs, the buds, the trees

Thanks to all the lovely faces

Thanks to all bloggers regardless race

Do remember to add grain on earth

This is the song for each and everyone

No candles, no roses, no ballroom chandeliers

This is the song for the earth

This is the song

For the 1 year old of addgrainonearth

birthday agoe 03We dance in the cottage of woods

Greet by the rain

The stones, the paths and the sculptures

Thanks to all the lovely faces

Thanks to all bloggers regardless race

Do remember to add grain on earth

This is the song for each and everyone

No candies, no popcorns, no champagnes

This is the song for the earth

This is the song

For the 1 year old of addgrainonearth

birthday agoe 04We dance in the melody of culture

Swinging in the rain

The hills, the gardens and the past

Thanks to all the lovely faces

Thanks to all bloggers regardless race

Do remember to add grain on earth

This is the song for each and everyone

More dancers, more singers, more dreamers

This is the song for the earth

This is the song

For the 1 year old of addgrainonearth

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A 60s song not about Elvis


This is the Theme Challenge set by Omy as a Blog Awards Finalist has to go through. The theme must be related to something/someone from/about 60’s that has inspired us.

And this has been set in line with our 60s Fever theme this year.

  This is my post-

The+Wonderful+World+of+the+60s++100+Hit+SongsWho is calling in the dews and wind?

Who is dancing Go-go and twisting?

Who is sobbing “The End of the World”?

And who is chasing the “Unchained Melody”?

Who is going to Rock and Roll with me?

Who is “Mrs. Robinson”?

And who is the Beatles and Hippie?

Let it be! Let it be!

Let it be a series of sweet,

sour and bitterness of life.

Let’s hug over the songs of the 60s.

Toast to our memories.

Toast to our stories with unstoppable “Crazy”!

60s song 02Who is calling in the dawn and dust?

Who is playing Kuti Kuti and Masak Masak?

Who is collecting the seeds of Saga?

And who is fighting over the spiders?

Who is counting the 5 stones game?

Who is Mr. Mee Pok man?

And who is the Kachang Puteh and Ice Kachang man?

Good-bye! Good-bye!

Good-bye to a stream of sweet,

sour and bitterness of rhythms.

Let’s flow into the river of the 60s childhood.

Toast to our memories.

Toast to our stories with Kuto Goli

60s song 01Who is calling in the days and nights?

Who is going Jalan, Jalan at the Pasar Malam and watching Wayang?

Who is walking on the moon?

And who is watching black and white?

Who is the Mattar in khaki shorts prowling on the streets?

Who is the Rediffusion they say can sing, can sing?

Who are Sydney and his Jackson Five?

It’s fine! It’s fine!

It’s fine to be a series of sweet,

sour and bitterness of life.

Let’s cheer over the 60s fever’s life.

Toast to our memories!

Toast to our 60s songs not about Elvis!

“Kuti Kuti, Masak Masak, Kuto Goli and five stones” were referring to the different kinds of 60-70s kid’s games.

 “Mee Pok man” is referring to a hawker who sells Mee Pok noodle.

“Ice Kachang man” is referring a hawker who sells Malaysian icy dessert

“Kachang Puteh man” is referring Indian food peddler who sells assorted nuts.

“Jalan Jalan” is referring to ‘having a stroll’ in Malay language.

“Pasar Malam” is referring to ‘Night Market’ where food and groceries were sold along makeshift street stores.

“Wayang” is referring grass root stage theatre in Javanese language.

“Mattar” is referring policeman in Malay language.

“Rediffuion” is referring a cable radio station in 60s era.


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Song of the Birdcage


birdcage 01Welcome to my embossed birdcage

It’s engraved with scenery of ivory

Crafted with sweetness of memories

How can I hold it without sharing?

How can I keep a vow within?

So I wrote a song

I wrote a note

I wrote a Blogging post

Birds hear that!

But not wings near that!

birdcage 03 Welcome to my antique birdcage

No hanging price tags

No auction gag

Where do we find an old folks song?

When could we build a home sweet home?

Dancing in the wind

Dancing in the night

Dancing with cool red wine

Monkey hears that!

Monkey nears that!

birdcage 02Welcome to my empty birdcage

No more sorrowful songs

No more broken wings

No more contradicting feel of liberty

Where can I find him?

When can I fly with him?

He is not in the room

Not in Google map

Not on files piling up high desk

Can you see it?

Can you feel it?

That is our dream

Our birdie’s dream


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Labour Day Song


labour song 01

Never work for a day

Never heard of 1st of May

A happy fish in the air

A passing cloud in the wind

A standing leaf on the tree

No holiday for you

No Sunday and Saturday

Then what about pay day?

Never heard of 1st of May

But still

I see you on this day

labour song 02

Never work for a day

Never heard of 1st of May

A happy train on the road

A crossing man on the run

A flying leaf in the garden

No shoe for you

No break and no lunch

Then what about pay day?

Never heard of 1st of May

But still

I see you on this day

labour song 03

Never work for a day

Never heard of 1st of May

A happy girl, a lovely face

A passing cloud in the wind

A pointing girl on the street

No parent for you

No working and no schooling

Then what about pay day?

Never heard of 1st of May

But still

I see you on this day


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Cougar Song


merry christmas 01

When I was just a little boy

I asked my Kor Kor what will I be

Will I be handsome will I be rich

Here’s what he said to me

 

Hey Cougar Cougar

Whatever will be will be

The future’s not ours to see

Hey Cougar Cougar

What will be will be

cougar song 04

When I grew up and fell in love

I asked my sweet heart what’s life ahead

Will we have chasing day after day

Here’s what my sweet heart said

 

Hey Cougar Cougar

Whatever will be will be

The future’s not ours to see

Hey Cougar Cougar

What will be will be

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Now I have rugby of my own

They ask my Kor Kor what will I be

Will I be naughty will I be free

I tell them happily

 

Hey Cougar Cougar

Whatever will be will be

The future’s not ours to see

Hey Cougar Cougar

What will be will be

Hey Cougar Cougar

 

(Kor Kor literally means elder brother in local dialect, it’s referring me)


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Sick Song


sick song 01

Sydney was sick for the past few days

He couldn’t get himself awake

Conquered by his body ache

Flu attack his nose

Lightning hammer his head

He walks like a zombie

Resting in the daze

He dreamt a lot

Slept a little

Weak, weak, weak

Still, his daily mission had to be conveyed

It’s on the way

Click, click and click…

Click for a day

sick song 02

Sydney was sick for the past few days

He couldn’t get himself rejuvenated

Concealed by outer space virus

Fire attacked his brain

Drowsiness drowning his pace

He talks like a zombie

Resting in the daze

He slept a lot

Dreamt even more

Weak, weak, weak

Still, his daily mission had to be conveyed

It’s on the way

Wait, wait and wait…

If he made any mistake

Please forgive, as he is still on his sick bay


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Reliving the Cactus Song


 

Yesterday, I received an email from a US based song writing and artist development company.

They’ve stated in the email that they were fond of one of my song series – The Cactus Song, which I have written last September on my 2nd month of blogging.  They offered me a package into buying my lyrics but I have to pay an upfront.  The company will then complete the lyrics with vocal and music to compile the song and do the advertising for me.

Though this is a brand new experience but I’m not sure why I felt uncertain about it.  Perhaps I can take this opportunity to relive this song and recap my inspirations to my lover – the Cactus Song

Baja California Desert in the Cataviña region,...

I live in Texas my homeland, a desert an untouched ground

I love the sun being my clothes

And I love the sweet, warm breezy blows

With a grouchy cuckoo on my head

No autumn leaves or winter snow

No splashing stream or falling rain

Just an empty Paradise on my own,

With the rocks and stones.

I like to dance in the falling night,

With the cowboys dancing around

That is my homeland, a desert an untouched ground

I live in Singapore IKEA my homeland, a concrete desert ground

I love the air-conditioner being my jacket all year round

And I love the halogen light giving me a good shine

With a grocery shopper passer-by

No autumn leaves or winter snow

No splashing stream or falling rain

Just a perfect Paradise within my reign

With my color and little sands deco

I like to sing in my own shadow

With the shopper’s cajoling around,

This is Singapore IKEA my homeland, a concrete desert ground.


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Easter Song


easter song 01

When I walk up to you

I lost my arms

The closer I move

I lost my legs

The closer I look

I lost my thinking and smarty head

How can I go on without all these?

Yes, you can!

You can!

Come closer to me

I’ll show you the way

easter song 02

When I walk up to you

I lost my face

The closer I move

I lost my senses

The closer I look

I lost my color and vibrancy

What can I cling on without all these?

Yes, you can!

You can!

Come closer to me

I’ll show you my way

easter song 03

I finally walk up to you

I lost my voice

The closer I move

I lost my melody

The closer I look

I lost my words and my final confessions

Where can I hang on without all these?

Yes, you can!

You can!

I’ll show you my way

My way of living

My face of Hope


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A Friday of Good Song


good friday 01

It’s going to be good, after this Friday

Looking at the shinning cross

Paying respect at this moment

Thus, we know of this day

Let’s enjoy walking down the street

A complete silent without singing

And no dancing

Follow the eyes of this man

Sorrow drifting away

Believe me or not

We are going to be fine, after this

Believe me or not

It got to be good, after this Friday

good friday 02

It’s going to be good, after this Friday

Looking at the shinning star

Watching the rise of this moment

Thus, we know of this day

Let’s enjoy walking down the street

A royal hour without talking

And no laughing

Follow the shadow of this man

Fear drifting away

Believe me or not

We are going to be fine, after this

Believe me or not

It got to be good, after this Friday


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Stretchy Song


stretchy song 01

Stretch, stretch, stretch!

Stretch my arm

Stretch my body

Stretch my ligaments

Stretch my face

Stretch it to the limit

Ready for the race

Stretch to the other side of the green

To get the praise

Stretch it to the limit

To get a better day

stretchy song 02

Stretch, stretch, stretch!

Stretch my paws

Stretch my tail

Stretch my nose

Stretch my ears

Stretch it to the limit

Ready for the race

Stretch it for a better waist

To get a better praise

Stretch it to the limit

To get a happy day

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Stretch, stretch, stretch!

Stretch my fingers

Stretch my brain

Stretch my shoulders

Stretch my waist

Stretch it to the limit

Ready for the race

Stretch it for a better day

Hoping for a praise

Stretch it to the limit

To get a better pay

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