>new songs

>The past few weeks have gotten me into writing a couple of new songs that in a way sounds crappy since i don’t have any means to record at home right now other than via my mobile phone which doesn’t save in any standard sound format like .wav or .mp3 so anyways here’s the lyrics of those new stuff.

What goes on in the mind of a dying Ian

Loving you is like living a Joy Division song
‘Love will tear us apart’ that’s what Ian said
Before he hanged himself
All our hopes and dreams
Are now laid to waste
In this soilent green grass
Where I stand
And I wish that
I could have said
Those things that you
Wanted to hear from me
Like saying “I love you”
Kiss you “goodnight”
I’ll hold you tight
Through the blackest night
Before our love turned sour

Holden Caufield’s Letter of Apology

Winds of change
Tides & tempest
Brewing storms
And awsome calmness
Figures of speech
Of meanings in semantics
Definition of terms
A charade of alibis
I know that I am wrong
And you don’t want to see me
I am selfish
I’m just an ordinary guy



Why am I so scared of another’s brutal honesty?
Is it because it see through my thought out facade
That shelters my insecurity and my callous indecision?
If only emotions were as simple as black & white
I would’ve been certain if it were so
It’s really hard to look forward
Once you’ve built your life
Around something that you believe is special
And at the same time being so comfortable
With what you have at present
So here I am wishing that I’d be as conversationally
Fluent as Ethan Hawke in the movie Before Sunset
And as youthfully profound as Fred Savage
In the sitcom the Wonder Years
Or as charming as the combination
Of Parker Lewis and Holden Caulfield
Instead I’d be ordering coffee
Specifically instructing the barista
That I’d like to have it black like my heart
For never has there been a story of more woe
Than falling prey to the perplexities of life
And the complexity of looking forward to what’s beyond
Like chasing after ghost of good times
And pondering hints, allegations and things left unsaid
In this wee quest for redemption from confusion.
Now why am I so scarred?