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*performed by Hendra JavaJr @ Nutz Culture
Friday, February 10,2012
Song : Cut Here by The Cure "So we meet again!" and I offer my hand All dry and English slow And you look at me and I understand Yeah it's a look I used to know "Three long years... and your favourite man... Is that any way to say hello?" And you hold me... like you'll never let me go
"Oh c'mon and have a drink with me Sit down and talk a while..." "Oh I wish I could... and I will! But now I just don’t have the time..." And over my shoulder as I walk away I see you give that look goodbye... I still see that look in your eye...
So dizzy Mr. Busy - Too much rush to talk to Billy All the silly frilly things have to first get done In a minute - sometime soon - maybe next time - make it June Until later...doesn't always come Until later...doesn't always come.
It's so hard to think "It ends sometime And this could be the last I should really hear you sing again And I should really watch you dance" Because it's hard to think "I'll never get another chance To hold you... to hold you... "
But chilly Mr. Dilly - Too much rush to talk to Billy All the tizzy fizzy idiot things must get done In a second - just hang on - all in good time - wont be long Until later...
I should've stopped to think - I should've made the time I could've had that drink - I could've talked a while I would've done it right - I would've moved us on But I didn't - now it's all too late It's over... over And you're gone...
I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you so much
But how many times can I walk away and wish "If only..." But how many times can I talk this way and wish "If only..." Keep on making the same mistake Keep on aching the same heartbreak I wish "If only..."
out of chair at nine PM out my shit by half past ten out with mates no dates and friends that's what i do at weekends
we just talk and i just drive but we know where we going to go we're going watch our money go at the jakarta
when my feet go through the door i know what my right arm is for get a drink and pull a chair up to the edge of the dance floor
bouncers bouncing through the night trying to stop or start a acquaintanceship i sit and watch the flashing lights moving legs in footless tights
i like to venture into town i like to get a few drinks down the floor gets packed the bar gets full i don't like life when things get dull
the hen party have saved the night and freed themselves from drunken stags having fun and dancing in a circle round their leather bags
but five o'clock has come again it's time to leave this paradise hope the chip shop isn't closed cos' their meals are really nice
i eat in the tickle conversation quasy next someone else's food wish i had sac on my shirt instead of piss stains on my shoes i go out on friday night and i come home on saturday morning then i come comin' to my (x) girl room in hopes will breakfast together guess with full of suspicious get a pair of boy's shoes in front of the door
modified from Friday Night Saturday Morning song by The Specials and that's the story_
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bersubsidi secangkir kopi hitam buku-buku referensi sebungkus rokok dan tak lupa koneksi wi-fi bulanan mencari recehan dipandangi si kuda besi tua klasik kelahiran surat proklamasi kemerdekaan (masih dalam bentuk gagasan sepertinya, atau bahkan belum terpikirkan) yang selalu setia menunggu diopeni semoga semua ada hasilnya dan berhasil semoga_