Man In The Red Shirt II

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Kenangan kita

Aku tak pernah lupa

Kerana kau memberi aku luka

Tentang bola

Aku masih ingat

Tentang cinta

Aku mahu lupa

Tentang rindu

Aku selalu senyum

Bila ingat itu

Tentang kamu

Man in the red shirt

-June 2010

**Selamat pengantin baru buat awak ..knowing u is the most memorable moment in my life.maaf saya ambil masa yang lama untuk lupakan awak.

sampah

sampah

sampah itu adalah aku,adalah engkau,
adalah dia,adalah mereka
iya! kita semua adalah sampah
yang hanyut dalam masam,hamis
tengik dan lendir dunia
semacam pekatan bubur basi
berhari-hari di mangkuk singki
ah! geli!

Ini untuk kita-kita

Daerah ini untuk kita-kita

Bukan datang mencemarkan

Bukan datang menayang kebodohan

Bukan datang menunjuk-nunjuk diri berpengalaman

Sadangkan Kitabullah punya banyak jenis nyanyian

Inikan pula nyanyian perasaan

Kalau rasa diri ini sesat

Ikut jalanmu

Jangan ikut jalanku

Kalau rasa kita tak sehaluan

Ikut jalanmu

Jangan ikut jalanku

Ini untuk kita-kita

Yang picisan lebih lekat diingatan

Yang metafora cuma bagi yang sembunyi perasaan

Yang hiperbola bagi yang ghairah berpanjangan

Pilihlah

Ikut jalanmu

Jangan ikut jalanku.

~didi

arca rindu di gudang mimpi

berhari-hari ku ukir rindu
dari helai-helai kenangan kita
yang tersudut lelah di gudang mimpi
sambil menanti dengan sabar dan percaya
pada saat bertuah itu
saat kau mungkin terjaga

tataplah ia
dan benarkan ke hatimu
bahawa arca rindu ini
telah terkalung sejumlah kata-kata jujur
fragmen puisi murah berhias frasa cinta
ku pahatkan saat bulan menari angin menyanyi

sehingga waktu itu
bila kau benar-benar terjaga dan yakin mahu
kembaralah ke sini
ke gudang mimpi-mimpiku
dimana ia telah abadi
terpamirkan lewat tingkap-tingkap kaca
di himpunan walang dan sekian gundah jiwaku

saat kau ketemukan
genggamlah ia
dan jangan pernah lepas
kerna sesungguhnya arca itu
dari aku hanya untukmu.

greenday - jesus of suburbia

I'm the son of rage and love.
The Jesus of Suburbia.
From the bible of none of the above.
On a steady diet of soda pop and Ritalin.
No one ever died for my sins in hell.
As far as I can tell.
At least the ones I got away with.

And there's nothing wrong with me.
This is how I'm supposed to be.
In a land of make believe.
That don't believe in me.

Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix.
The living room or my private womb.
While the moms and brats are away.
To fall in love and fall in debt.
To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane.
To keep me insane and doing someone else's cocaine.

[Part 2: City Of The Damned]
At the center of the Earth.
In the parking lot.
Of the 7-11 where I was taught.
The motto was just a lie.

It says home is where your heart is.
But what a shame.
Cause everyone's heart.
Doesn't beat the same.
It's beating out of time.

City of the dead.
At the end of another lost highway.
Signs misleading to nowhere.
City of the damned.
Lost children with dirty faces today.
No one really seems to care.

I read the graffiti.
In the bathroom stall.
Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall.
And so it seemed to confess.
It didn't say much.
But it only confirmed that.
The center of the earth.
Is the end of the world.
And I could really care less.

City of the dead.
At the end of another lost highway.
Signs misleading to nowhere.
City of the damned.
Lost children with dirty faces today.
No one really seems to care.

[Part 3: I don't care]
I don't care if you don't.
I don't care if you don't.
I don't care if you don't care.

I don't care.

Everyone is so full of shit.
Born and raised by hypocrites.
Hearts recycled but never saved.
From the cradle to the grave.
We are the kids of war and peace.
From Anaheim to the middle east. 
We are the stories and disciples.
Of the Jesus of suburbia.

Land of make believe.
That don't believe in me.
Land of make believe.
And I don't believe.
And I don't care!.
I don't care! .

[Part 4: Dearly Beloved]
Dearly beloved are u listening.
I can't remember a word that you were saying.
Are we demented or am I disturbed?.
The space that's in between insane and insecure.

Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?.
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed.
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused.
For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse.

[Part 5: Tales of another broken home]
To live and not to breathe.
Is to die In tragedy.
To run, to run away.
To find what you believe.
And I leave behind.
This hurricane of fucking lies.

I lost my faith to this.
This town that don't exist.
So I run.
I run away.
To the light of masochist.
And I leave behind.
This hurricane of fucking lies.
And I walked this line.
A million and one fucking times.
But not this time.

I don't feel any shame.
I won't apologize.

When there ain't nowhere you can go.
Running away from pain.
When you've been victimized.
Tales from another broken home.

You're leaving...
You're leaving...
You're leaving...
Ah you're leaving home...