Monday, 30 March 2009

LEONARD COHEN: "If It Be Your Will"

The only way to escape from your shadow is to shut down the light. Hide in the darkness, surrender to yourself. It takes courage to pause for a while, much more than it does to live a hasty life and pretend you are busy. We live in times when we no longer need a rope to climb out of windows, but a “Shut Down” button instead. Fairytales have devalued since far too many Rapunzels are hiding in long-forgotten towers. With numerous windows too choose from, it’s easy to lose sight of the landscape around the castle. Yet the landscape remains the same, no matter which view you have or which escape you take.

The world has not changed, only what we get to see of it has become much different. Our grandparents used to live in a countryside village, or a city perhaps. Once a year, they went on a daytrip to the seaside, or the forest, whichever was available in a 50 km perimeter around the dot on the map called “place of birth”. Now we step into a plane and wake up in another continent the next day.

The more options you have, the harder it is to make a choice. It can be paralyzing having to make decisions in the first place. Some people are followers by nature, not leaders. The endless number of possibilities can be frightening, since the fear of losing out on something may outweigh the joy of winning something else.
Having choices can create a false feeling of security as well. Not all can be planned, not all can be shaped the way we want it to be. We can pick our destination, but we can’t choose our destiny. Destiny chooses for us.

Sunday, 29 March 2009

Saturday, 28 March 2009

BELINDA CARLISLE: "Leave A Light On For Me"

Raffles Hotel (Singapore)

BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN: "Dancing In The Dark"

Raffles Hotel (Singapore)

MICHAEL BUBLÉ: "Feeling Good"

A rack of thoughts drying in the sun; I am perspiring a hint of inspiration. Melodies of unfinished songs trot on the morning dew like a frolicsome horse on the hilly grass. Why do flowers carry a woman’s name: rose, daisy, jasmine? A fisherman fanatically busy doing nothing, a wandering cyclist breathing the pace of his legs. The day awakens as a shell opening up.


(Michael Bublé: "Feeling Good" - Lyrics)

Birds flying high
You know how I feel
Sun in the sky
You know how I feel
Breeze driftin' on by
You know how I feel
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good

Fish in the sea
You know how I feel
River running free
You know how I feel
Blossom on a tree
You know how I feel
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good

Dragonfly out in the sun you know what I mean, don't you know
Butterflies all havin' fun you know what I mean
Sleep in peace when day is done
That's what I mean
And this old world is a new world
And a bold world
For me

Stars when you shine
You know how I feel
Scent of the pine
You know how I feel
Oh freedom is mine
And I know how I feel
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me

And I'm feeling good

RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS: "Wet Sand"


Doha (Qatar)

Friday, 27 March 2009

S Club 7: "Never Had A Dream Come True"

夜长夢多 (yè cháng mèng duō)

Lots of dreams can occur over a long night. The longer you wait, the more unexpected developments may occur.

Monday, 16 March 2009

SARAH MacLACHLAN: "Building A Mystery"

You can scribble in the margin. A few notes, insignificantly. You can read thoughts that were not even there a few moments ago. There you are, a bunch of flesh, some temporary appearance. You are given a few breaths only to do what you imagine is your destiny. You seek faith where you get deception. You long for a mile where you get at meter. There are limits to what man can reach; there’s a branch which we can not grab. There is a sun out there longing for a companion; there’s a moon up there, discretely hiding in the shadow. Impeccably dressed for a special occasion; a tuxedo has fled from the wardrobe, like Cinderella out on the loose. Creatures alike, basking in the glow of humble glories. Treasure those little illusions, for their excitement paces your pulse. Step up or you’ll be stepped upon. Speak and let the words leak like water dripping through a colander. People are much smarter than they want to appear. Wisdom hides in the ears, not the mouth. Resentment follows pride like a shadow. When we cry for others, we cry for ourselves. There’s much more in the eye of the beholder than the beholder can see. Distance can be as near as a shoulder on a head. True love has a longer future than it has a history. Frame a smile and take it to a faraway home. Travel the world, may the stars be your blanket. Stop the clock, don't clock a stop.

Thursday, 12 March 2009

RAY PARKER JR.: "Ghostbusters"

There was a knock on the door. A spoon on a silver plate, unannounced yet graciously, never-ending solemnly. A butler in a forgotten castle wandering silently through meandering walls. A hollow echo of forgotten stories. A cello and a violin. Witnesses of joy and sin. Where eyes have spied, ghosts fly. Steam evaporates from boiling water. The tick, a click, some heels that steal the silence and carry it away over the wooden parquet floor. Nothing needs to be said that adds more than the room can tell. A standing clock telling more about the times that have fled than those that come. Some scenes of a random play; no stage, no stay. The knight escaped the armour; the noblewoman succumbed to glamour. Drama needs no director. Life is the best actor.

Sunday, 8 March 2009

BUSTA RHYMES Ft. LINKIN PARK: "We Made It"

千里之行,始于足下 (qiān lǐ zhī xíng,shǐ yú zú xià)

“A journey of a thousand miles, begins with a single step.”

WIM MERTENS: "Struggle For Pleasure"

There’s opportunity in any adversity. There’s truth in any lie. It’s freezing outside and the room does not seem to get any warmer. A heart ain’t like water, that evaporates when heated, that becomes solid when frozen. Its pace does not adjust to time zones, it follows an individual rhythm. You need not travel long distances to find out that you are still where you had left.

I wonder when this whirlwind will end. I am a diver under water, longing for the surface. Like there are winds, there are currents. Like there is sea, there is air. One life is never enough to do it all. So don’t waste your time trying.

Wednesday, 4 March 2009

TIMBALAND & MAGOO: "Indian Flute"







Chennai (India)



A.R. RAHMAN: “Latika’s Theme”

The answer is D: It’s written.
The question is: do we read what is written?

Sunday, 1 March 2009

GARTH BROOKS: "If Tomorrow Never Comes"

...the power to be somewhere else tomorrow than where you were yesterday...