Song
Reblog Valentine’s Song to our deceased friend – CoCo
This is a Reblog article in memory of CoCo, Cougar’s girl friend who passed away a few months ago.
We wish her may as adorable as what she was in Heaven now.
A smiley cloud pass by outside my window this moment…perhaps a angel…
I’m always by your side
I’ll always be your pride
To ease your pain
We go for a ride
We walk on the bridge
Everything will be fine
Don’t ask me why
I’m always by your side
I’ll always be your bride
To soften your face
We go for a ride
We walk on the water
Everything will be fine
I don’t know why
I’m always by your side
I’ll always be your pride
To brighten up your day
We go for a ride
You look at the east
Me at the west
Everything will be fine
Don’t ask me why
I’m always by your side
I’ll always be your bride
To alleviate your naughtiness
We go for a ride
You look at the left
Me at the right
Everything seems to be fine
I don’t know why
I just don’t know why
Anniversary Song
We 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
We 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
We 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
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-
Who 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”!
Who 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
Who 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.
Song of the Birdcage
Welcome 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!
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!
Welcome 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
Labour Day Song
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
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
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
Cougar Song
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
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
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)
Sick Song
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
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
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
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.
Easter Song
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
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
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
A Friday of Good Song
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
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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