Hear the sound of the falling rain
Coming down like an Armageddon flame (Hey!)
The shame
The ones who died without a name
Hear the dogs howling out of key
To a hymn called "Faith and Misery" (Hey!)
And bleed, the company lost the war today
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday
Hear the drum pounding out of time
Another protester has crossed the line (Hey!)
To find, the money's on the other side
Can I get another Amen? (Amen!)
There's a flag wrapped around a score of men (Hey!)
A gag, a plastic bag on a monument
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday
(Hey!)
(Say, hey!)
(3,4)
"The representative from California has the floor"
Sieg Heil to the president Gasman
Bombs away is your punishment
Pulverize the Eiffel towers
Who criticize your government
Bang bang goes the broken glass and
Kill all the fags that don't agree
Trials by fire, setting fire
Is not a way that's meant for me
Just cause, just cause, because we're outlaws yeah!
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
This is our lives on holiday
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Five for Fighting- Superman
I cant stand to fly
Im not that naive
Im just out to find
The better part of me
Im more than a bird...im more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
Its not easy to be me
Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home Ill never see
It may sound absurd...but dont be naive
Even heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed...but wont you concede
Even heroes have the right to dream
Its not easy to be me
Up, up and away...away from me
Its all right...you can all sleep sound tonight
Im not crazy...or anything...
I cant stand to fly
Im not that naive
Men werent meant to ride
With clouds between their knees
Im only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
Inside of me
Inside me
Yeah, inside me
Inside of me
Im only a man
In a funny red sheet
Im only a man
Looking for a dream
Im only a man
In a funny red sheet
And its not easy, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm...
Im not that naive
Im just out to find
The better part of me
Im more than a bird...im more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
Its not easy to be me
Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home Ill never see
It may sound absurd...but dont be naive
Even heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed...but wont you concede
Even heroes have the right to dream
Its not easy to be me
Up, up and away...away from me
Its all right...you can all sleep sound tonight
Im not crazy...or anything...
I cant stand to fly
Im not that naive
Men werent meant to ride
With clouds between their knees
Im only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
Inside of me
Inside me
Yeah, inside me
Inside of me
Im only a man
In a funny red sheet
Im only a man
Looking for a dream
Im only a man
In a funny red sheet
And its not easy, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm...
Thursday, March 11, 2010
NEGLECTION( inspired by a friend )
Sometimes, we feel left out,
giving us the feelings of rotten,
we ask ourselves" wat izzit about?"
Being left alone forgotten.
Wad iz the reason behind this?
izit them or izzit you?
does it make u feel pissed?
or is it some1 new?
Don`t feel so neglected,
Unless u r neglacted at all times
think abt wat you`ve acted
cause everybody feels neglected sometimes
So reflect
on who`ve you neglect
bcos they deserve all de respect
that they can get
WAT THE HECK!
T
H
I
S
P
O
E
M
I
S
F
O
R
T
H
O
S
E
W
H
O
Has been neglected,
And feels bad about it,
Never see it coming,feelings
All-so affected...
.
.
.
=>Done by Muhammad Irfan Bin Mohamed Latiff...<=
giving us the feelings of rotten,
we ask ourselves" wat izzit about?"
Being left alone forgotten.
Wad iz the reason behind this?
izit them or izzit you?
does it make u feel pissed?
or is it some1 new?
Don`t feel so neglected,
Unless u r neglacted at all times
think abt wat you`ve acted
cause everybody feels neglected sometimes
So reflect
on who`ve you neglect
bcos they deserve all de respect
that they can get
WAT THE HECK!
T
H
I
S
P
O
E
M
I
S
F
O
R
T
H
O
S
E
W
H
O
Has been neglected,
And feels bad about it,
Never see it coming,feelings
All-so affected...
.
.
.
=>Done by Muhammad Irfan Bin Mohamed Latiff...<=
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Life...
LIFE
When another is gone,
we are born,
With a tiny length and breadth,
a blanket is worn
as we take in our first breath
Small hands,
small feet,
cry we can,
but still cannot eat.
taken care by our parents,
loved by many,
its like 4ever running errands,
just to fill our empty tummy.
From crawling to toddle,
from walking to running,
many things we`ll try 2 meddle,
and ofcourse, start talking.
when we`re young,
we haf no worries,
like songs are sung,
behaving like babies.
when we`re another year older,
we`re another year wiser,
we grow taller,
and ofcos, much more braver.
we learn how to talk back,
mostly 2 their elders,
What Da HECK?
especially 2 our mothers.
Mothers give birth 2 us,
took a few hours,
love us more, who does?
risking their lives 4 ours.
Soon, we arrive in the teen-age,
some hearts grew softer,
some still filling with rage,
4 that deserves a laughter...
In school, some study hard,
working hard 4 their future,
Some up 2 NONSENSE,
ASKING 4 their future.
As time goes by,
We start 2 think,
abt reaching 4 the skies,
start to have a good life.
When we have a family,
we look back,
some happy,
some sad.
The next generation of children,
will not be the same,
we`ll know wat our parents has gone through
everything might go insane
Sooner or later,
we start to feel old and weak,
everyday staring at the weather,
feeling so neglected and sick.
Is it karma?
in that state we are bound,
will u forget abt ur daddy and momma?
what goes around comes around.
When we are old,
we start 2 b dependant,
such a poor soul,
being called a useless grandparent?
As we breathe our final breath,
some say we will recall everything,
from the day we were born
untill the day of our death...
Written by Muhammad Irfan Bin Mohamed Latiff...
When another is gone,
we are born,
With a tiny length and breadth,
a blanket is worn
as we take in our first breath
Small hands,
small feet,
cry we can,
but still cannot eat.
taken care by our parents,
loved by many,
its like 4ever running errands,
just to fill our empty tummy.
From crawling to toddle,
from walking to running,
many things we`ll try 2 meddle,
and ofcourse, start talking.
when we`re young,
we haf no worries,
like songs are sung,
behaving like babies.
when we`re another year older,
we`re another year wiser,
we grow taller,
and ofcos, much more braver.
we learn how to talk back,
mostly 2 their elders,
What Da HECK?
especially 2 our mothers.
Mothers give birth 2 us,
took a few hours,
love us more, who does?
risking their lives 4 ours.
Soon, we arrive in the teen-age,
some hearts grew softer,
some still filling with rage,
4 that deserves a laughter...
In school, some study hard,
working hard 4 their future,
Some up 2 NONSENSE,
ASKING 4 their future.
As time goes by,
We start 2 think,
abt reaching 4 the skies,
start to have a good life.
When we have a family,
we look back,
some happy,
some sad.
The next generation of children,
will not be the same,
we`ll know wat our parents has gone through
everything might go insane
Sooner or later,
we start to feel old and weak,
everyday staring at the weather,
feeling so neglected and sick.
Is it karma?
in that state we are bound,
will u forget abt ur daddy and momma?
what goes around comes around.
When we are old,
we start 2 b dependant,
such a poor soul,
being called a useless grandparent?
As we breathe our final breath,
some say we will recall everything,
from the day we were born
untill the day of our death...
Written by Muhammad Irfan Bin Mohamed Latiff...
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Green Day- Basket Case
Do you have the time
to listen to me whine
About nothing and everything
all at once
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone
No doubt about it
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Or I'm just stoned
I went to a shrink
To analyze my dreams
She says it's lack of sex
that's bringing me down
I went to a whore
He said my life's a bore
So quit my whining cause
it's bringing her down
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Uh, yuh, yuh, ya
Grasping to control
So I better hold on
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Or I'm just stoned
to listen to me whine
About nothing and everything
all at once
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone
No doubt about it
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Or I'm just stoned
I went to a shrink
To analyze my dreams
She says it's lack of sex
that's bringing me down
I went to a whore
He said my life's a bore
So quit my whining cause
it's bringing her down
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Uh, yuh, yuh, ya
Grasping to control
So I better hold on
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Or I'm just stoned
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Green Day, Good Riddance Lyrics
Another turning point;
a fork stuck in the road.
Time
grabs you by the wrist;
directs you where to go.
So make the
best of this test
and don't ask why.
It's not a question
but
a lesson learned in time.
It's something unpredictable
but in
the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
So
take the photographs
and still frames in your mind.
Hang it on
a shelf
In good health and good time.
Tattoos of memories
and
dead skin on trial.
For what it's worth,
it was worth all the
while.
It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's
right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
(music break)
It's
something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had
the time of your life.
It's something unpredictable
but in
the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Lost a friend....
Hey Guyzzzzz.....
I lost a friend 2 day...
yeah, i feel bad...
wat do i haf 2 pay?...
i dont wanna stay sad...
He is a good friend
1 of my best
2 bad he has 2 leave the band
but i shd nt rest
do i really deserve it?
Does he really care?
Shd i talk abt it?
Do i even dare?
Do i have the right 2 say he is at fault?
Or do i truly hold the guilt,
Thinkin abt it feels like being striked by bolt
and being smacked by a hilt...
what does friendship really mean?
What do i gain from it?
Do I gain peace?
Do i gain respect?
Sorri Friend for hurting you
i can change and so can you!
Done By> Muhammaf Irfan bin Mohamed Latiff
I lost a friend 2 day...
yeah, i feel bad...
wat do i haf 2 pay?...
i dont wanna stay sad...
He is a good friend
1 of my best
2 bad he has 2 leave the band
but i shd nt rest
do i really deserve it?
Does he really care?
Shd i talk abt it?
Do i even dare?
Do i have the right 2 say he is at fault?
Or do i truly hold the guilt,
Thinkin abt it feels like being striked by bolt
and being smacked by a hilt...
what does friendship really mean?
What do i gain from it?
Do I gain peace?
Do i gain respect?
Sorri Friend for hurting you
i can change and so can you!
Done By> Muhammaf Irfan bin Mohamed Latiff
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