Realita yang telah ditiup oleh angin.

Gemerlap cahaya lampu jakarta.aku mengenal nya.bahkan polusi yang menempel di serpihan kaca gedung aku mengetahui nya.sampai aku terus menikmati ke indahan nya.aku lupa aku harus menjaga kawan wanita itu.mungkin kerongkong tenggorokan nya kering.karena tega nya ibu kota menyiksa nya.tas ransel ku hanya ada sebotol air jernih.mungkin itu bisa membasahi sedikit kerongkong tenggorokan nya.jarum pendek pun terlalui.dan ibu kota pun semangat untuk mentertawakan anak gembel,kumuh,dekil. Rambut berdiri,berbaju hitam sobek sobek.kata kata apalagi yang belum ada untuk menghina.pemabuk berbuat arogan di tengah kemunafikan ibu kota.dulu saya pernah melihat sebuah panggung di ibu kota bersama kawan wanita.dulu saya pernah menari di tengah keramaian ibu kota.sampai saya mabuk dengan kawan wanita.penegak hukum saja kena semprot oleh kawan ku.dasar anjing gua gak mabuk.kata kawan wanita ku.semua itu  hanyalah realita yang telah di tiup oleh angin.

Tengah malem dapet kiriman cerita nggak jelas. Entah puisi entah fiksi. Ya Allah mau joged😂

In a Manner of Speaking - Great Cover by Nouvelle Vague

In a manner of speaking I just want to say
That I could never forget the way
You told me everything
By saying nothing

In a manner of speaking I don't understand
How love in silence becomes reprimand
But the way that I feel about you
Is beyond words

Oh give me the words, give me the words
That tell me nothing
Ooh give me the words, give me the words
That tell me everything

In a manner of speaking, semantics won't do
In this life that we live we only make do
And the way that we feel
Might have to be sacrificed

So in a manner of speaking, I just want to say
That just like you, I should find a way
To tell you everything
By saying nothing

Oh give me the words,
Give me the words
That tell me nothing
Ooh give me the words, give me the words
That tell me everything

Oh give me the words, give me the words
That tell me nothing
Ooh give me the words, give me the words
That tell me everything

Workingman's Dead - "Don't tread on me"

Been listening to Grateful Dead - Workingman's Dead album. one of their best album according to mine. Started from Uncle John's band that would give you hit straight on your head with something like "Don't tread on me" but you gotta feel don't worry at the first time. Then something like "like the morning sun you come and like the wind you go" gonna confusing you in the middle of the song. But whatever, don't believe me it's just my smart-ass opinion. Then you'll hear Casey Jones that high on cocaine in the second tracks. I'm not really into this song. The song sounds same from the first time till the end. Then you go to "High Time" which is one of my favorite. I just mumbling my self when read the lyric of this song. Such a confusion, good time, hard time, it coming up balanced. But we still losing our time and we have nothing to do with it. Such a melody that will bring you high slowly. Tomorrow come trouble, tomorrow come pain. But no, don't think too hard cause you know what I'm saying. "Coming in when it's raining and go on out when it's gone". Yeah because everyone wanted a good life. Well, I know. Nothing's gonna stay forever. Nothing's gonna stay until tomorrow. "Don't murder me, I beg of you. Please, don't murder me." Coming up from Dire Wolf with a little slow fucking ballad that push you into that sentences over and over again. That was stupid sentences but fuck it man please don't murder me. Then you gotta get some blues from New Speedway Boogie and Clumberland Blues.Then talking about Annie Bonneau in Black Peter because we want to have a little peace to die and a friend or two I love at hand. God must be killing me with this song. The people might know but the people don't care. I don't wanna be a poor Peter that lying in pain. I just wanna run, run, run and see. 

Balancing your life again with Easy Wind while ballin that jack and drinkin wine. That was a serious advice but fuck the doctor cause we ain't gonna stop that jack. But guys sometimes you need to try hide your liquor and try to serve a tea because I'm a stone jack baller and my heart is true. The rivers keep a talkin but you never heard a word said.

Last but not least, you gotta hear Radio Ad in the last track while I steal your wine.

Have a great day, flicker!