Mix-Cds and Infinite Playlists.

honestly, it’s been long since i’ve actually listened to Acceptance.

and yes, the first song that i tuned to was “So Contagious”
Lyrics wise, always gets me.

heh.

Oh no, this couldn’t be more unexpected
And I can tell that I’ve been moving in so slow
Don’t let it throw you off too far
Cause I’ll be running right behind you

Could this be out of line? (Could this be out of line?)
To say you’re the only one breaking me down like this
You’re the only one I would take a shot on
Keep me hanging on so contagiously

Oohhh, when I’m around you I’m predictable
Cause I believe in loving you with first sight
I know it’s crazy but I’m hoping to..
To take a hold of you

Oh you’re everything I’m wanting
Come to think of it, I’m aching
On account of my transgression..
Will you welcome this confession?

-So Contagious
Acceptance 

 

Could this still be out of line?

 

But that September sky, oh how it whispered.

“It’s magic,” she says to me.
My hand to her waist, she approaches sweetly.
It’s enough when I see that look in her eyes.
It’s enough for me to paralyze..

-Breakdown
Mae. 

 

I’ll call front and i’ll take the first shot.

Fight

Definition: Strength or disposition for fighting; pugnacity; as, he has a great deal of fight in him. 

 

boys grow up “fighting“, believe or not.
i spent most of my childhood imagining i was in a war, would make solid “guns” out of Lego. 
days hiding the garden, dodging imaginary bullets. having to rescue a damsel in distress. 

Despite having been shot down, you refuse to surrender.
Despite having surrounded by enemies, you keep fighting on. 
you don’t give up. YOU NEVER GIVE UP. 
I can remember so clearly of having friends over at the playground opposite my place, having water-gun battles.

it’s not really a “KiaSu” thing but no one wanted to admit surrender despite being soak over and over again by the water-guns.
i guess it’s because we wanted to stay in the game, we wanted to keep on fighting. 

it all i guess prepared us guys on the road to become fighters. 

 

at the end of it all, you’d stand tall and be the hero. 
i guess “fight” is what make guys, rather guys. 

The Question is now if fight is what make guys, guys. then:

What are we fighting for?

I’ve chose to fight for dreams.

I’ve chose to fight hard.

I’ll fight for you if you want me to. but i’ve chose to do so.

 

fight ¹⁶

Definition: exert oneself continuously, vigorously, engage in a crusade for a certain cause or person;

 

Let there be good mornings.

<Verse>
Let there be good mornings’
Tender offerings
Let there be star filled evenings’
Don’t wanna fall back down to the ground

<Pre-Chorus>
Hello there, hello there

<Chorus>
Spending awkard nights
I’m thinking of you tonight
See me through the fight
Tonight

We fight, we hide
We belong.
I pray we Belong.

<Bridge>
The days, the ways
All seems so far away
With a glimmer of hope, i’ll fight this with you
If you let me tonight.
Tonight.

-Let there be good mornings’
Ben-ji

 

Breathless.

Casually I walk under the sunless sky, yet so naively.
She was the first one to catch my eye, and I was hers.
All at once I fell for you, you fell for me, we fell too soon… 

More of a climb and less of a walk, and we are fading.
Once jealousy begins I swear it will not stop; am I still yours? 

This isn’t over it never was; are you the type to settle or move one just because it’s easier for you?
Or are you feeling like you need to get away from looks you never got and words I did not say? 

I’d say them all today, if I could…

The more words I speak
the less they mean, so I’ll keep quiet.
Love was a promise that we could not keep, but I still care.
All I know is I was wrong; now I’m here, you’re gone…

We held fast, and we held strong, but that only lasts for so long… 

 

Friday is always a sleepy and slow day.
Friday end Friday END!

 

Cadillacs, wind and the drive home.

Jimmy, caught a dream.
Jimmy, found a way home.
Come on, come on.
Jimmy, caught himself running back.

Direction oh direction
Life caught him waiting.
Spin him round and round
Stop this time around.

Clara, made this home
Clara, smiles beaming.
Go on, go on.
Clara, Under that wide open sky.

Direction oh direction
Life caught her waiting.
Spin her round and round
Stop this time around.

Friday night lights wasted away to Saturday’s morning sky.
Spin her around and around.
what a sight to behold, we are told.
her hair sweeps the stars to it’s place, tinkle tinkle.
her smile, pour forth the Sunday morning’s sunlight.

Gracefully her dress flutters in the wind, beaming.
Handsomely he caught her by her hand, smiling back.
what a sight to behold, he is told.
and find this, lasting forever.

Recognize this moment, jimmy.
Precious, irreplaceable.

There, jimmy.
Caught a dream.

 

Where you can’t go back, neither forward.

Yes.

It’s a title for one of the songs i’m doing, emo huh?

These skys, these stars.
These are the formation that remains through out the night.
Like a wind, you go.
Disappeared.

At the light of the day.
Gradient, colorful, you disappear.

for all i know, i bled of color.

yes yes emo.

In the midst of making “Stars beneathe your feet” i came out a tune for this.
Thats what the wee hours of the morning can do to you.

and now.

to find a Er qing and a Cello for this song..

 

In these moments.

Just thought i had to post something after a week of silence.
So hear you are. and i won’t just post Youtube videos and call it a update.
or as a Friend of mine put it.

“I learnt from the best”

In these moments, where you close your eyes.
In these moments, where i begin to realize.
Moments that don’t come twice, we paid that price.

Moments you sit back, and wonder why.

Here we are under these wide open sky.
keep your heart close to yours and mine to mine.
In these moments, nothing more then you and me.

Moments you sit back, and wonder why.

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Again and again. this is so far the best “Musical” that i’ve seen so far.

 

Sing this song.

Gazing up into the sky, wondering how high
can we all fly.
Looking down into the clouds, figuring out
that we’re stronger

i Can’t stop running into your arms
i can’t stop running into your arms
lift me higher, higher.

Burning up on reentry, finding it all out
as You burn us inside out.
Holding on as we know, looking out
for Your grace to pick us up.

Higher.
Higher.
lift me up.

-Wings
Ben-Ji

Tribute to my dad whose faith never cease to inspire me.
and to My heavenly dad who never fails to make me sing a new song.

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Talked to Jeff from army of three at a gig.
http://armyofthree.net/

am hoping can being their official soundman for gigs around Malaysia, lets hope i can. =)