13 January 2013

she ate capitalism all day.

You wanted to buy me 
For a hundred Euro 
You said you'd take me 
To your little car 
Your friend lived near by 
He had a house and all 
Where was I from, you said 
You guessed Yugoslavia 
Well it's not Yugoslavia 
It's not Yugoslavia at all 

It reminded me 
Of a movie I just saw 
About a little girl 
From Yugoslavia 
She got sent away 
They made her prostitute 
She ate McDonald's all day 
And never had a chance to play 

Lyla...Lyla...Lyla...

You wanted to buy me 
For a hundred Euro 
You said you'd take me 
To your little car 
Your friend lived near by 
He had a house and all 
Where was I from, you said 
You guessed Yugoslavia 
But it's not Yugoslavia 
It's hardly Yugoslavia at all 

Lyla...Lyla...Lyla...

she ate capitalism all day. capitalism was just her potato chips that she ate everyday whether she liked it or not. but of course, no sane man would like it. i used to eat the unfairness, curse, hatred just like rice. at home. oh wait, it wasn't really a home. it was just a house.

wise men say, blood is thicker than water. i don't agree. well, i'm not a scientist, you see. i don't read the same types of books like scientists do. i read my own experiences. that is why i don't agree. i've tried and i know i can't.

you people, life must go on though you have to drink your own tears and blood just to survive. you can question. as much as you want. but nobody can promise you there is an answer. so, stop questioning. love yourself.

p/s :
Song : Lyla
Artist : CocoRosie
1st photo : Asiah
2nd & 3rd photos : Google

08 January 2013

bluer than the evening sky.



the sun is setting down. it's getting dark. but there's still a long way to go. i want to go home to my mother. for my heart is blue. bluer than robins egg. bluer than the evening sky. 

i took the road not taken. so now i am lost. i've lost my place in you. i have lost myself and you. but the only thing you've lost is time. you go wherever your artworks bring you. i go wherever my legs bring me. i don't know where am i going. i don't even know what am i doing or what to do. 


o' stars, show me thyself tonight. 
o' stars, i am lost in the dark.
o' stars, take me back to where i'm from.
or am i too late to turn back now?




p/s : i had a dream that you speak japanese with your chum. you're not going to japan, are you? 

06 January 2013

dear writers,












i do not own this photograph nor am i the artist but you could tell me why did i post this, couldn't you? because you do too. to the ones who be the main subjects of my lousy writings, you'll never know how much i love you. to the one who wrote me back, come what may and i still love you. i've never been quite satisfied about what had happened between us but i agree not to mention it again. to the ones who still write, keep write.

to The Only One who wrote the story of my life, i think i supposed to be more thankful for that.

darjah

 
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