Me.
Sing.
Friday, September 14, 2007
Ever listened to a song, and realized that it was the one song you felt you could connect to the most?
A song that could at any time evoke forgotten emotions in you, a song that could throw you into the arms of sorrow even in the happiest of times, or embrace you with joy even a moment of utter despair? Everyone has a song that means the most to them.
Most know what mine is. Obviously, "#41" by The Dave Matthews Band.
Collin just shared with me a video of them performing this song for the victims of the Virginia Tech shooting. This one was done with John Mayer as the leading guitarist. In fact, this performance is fairly recent.
Awesome stuff.
Enjoy.
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 10:13 PM 0 comment(s)
It's that day of the year.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
It's that day.
September the 11th.
A few years back, a horrible tragedy unfolded in America, claiming thousands of innocent lives.
People died.
Lives were wrecked.
Homes broken.
The world was torn apart under the destructive wake of terrorism.
Today, we put our hands together and pray. And we remember.
We remember how it happened.
We remember why it happened.
... HAHAHAHA!
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 9:46 PM 0 comment(s)
Booyah #2.
Monday, September 10, 2007
I decided to let off some steam by finding fault and arguing with some random ball-licker on a forum. It's so funny the way this guy tried so hard to piss me off just because I didn't share one of his interests. I'd link the thread, but it's been deleted from the forum. And I've been banned for flaming.
Sheesh.
When people take stupid things so seriously...
... I become a little stressed.
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 11:01 PM 0 comment(s)
Mmm.
Just when you thought bridges were safe.
Think again, idiots.
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 12:02 AM 0 comment(s)
Absence.
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Pretending everything is fine is an invitation to a disaster.
- A. Dewind -
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 10:36 PM 0 comment(s)
Delayed Dreaming.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Tired are my shoulders, restless as can be
Eyes wide open, the shadows start to stalk
Ears sensitive, the walls begin to talk
Cool is the air, yet heat is all I bear to feel
Moonless is the sky, begging me to yield
That this bed should show me comfort, a place for me to heal
Yet painful are the nights, a lone tree in an empty field
Deliver me from this absence
- A. Dewind -
Can't sleep. Opened up my browser and just typed this out as the words came to me. As a typical Malaysian would say: "No work?"
Haha. Yea, no work.
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 11:20 PM 1 comment(s)
Say Goodbye.
Monday, September 3, 2007
You and me together
The storm outside, the fire is bright
And in your eyes I see
What's on my mind
You've got me wild
Turned around inside
And then desire, see, is creeping
Up heavy inside here
And know you feel the same way
I do now
Now let's make this an evening
Lovers for a night, lovers for tonight
Stay here with me, love, tonight
Just for an evening
When we make
Our passion pictures
You and me twist up
Secret creatures
And we'll stay here
Tomorrow go back to being friends
Go back to being friends
But tonight let's be lovers,
We kiss and sweat
We'll turn this better thing
To the best
Of all we can offer, Just a rogue kiss
Tangled tongues and lips,
See me this way
I'm turning and turning for you
Girl just tonight
Float away here with me
An evening just wait and see
But tomorrow go back to your man
I'm back to my world
And we're back to being friends
Wait and see me,
Tonight let's do this thing
All we are is wasting hours until the sun comes up it's all ours
On our way here
Tomorrow go back to being friends
Go back to being friends
Tonight let's be lovers, say you will
And hear me call, soft-spoken whispering love
A thing or two I have to say here
Tonight let's go all the way then
Love I'll see you,
Just for this evening
Let's strip down, trip out at this
One evening starts with a kiss
Run away
And tomorrow
back to being friends
Lovers...love...lovers
Just for tonight, one night...love you
And tomorrow say goodbye
Seems like all I've been doing lately is post up lyrics of songs by the Dave Matthews Band. I can't help it, I adore the use of words and the meaning behind all their songs.
Oh well.
Edit: Okay, I just realised. It's only been twice. Damn this misleading mind of mine.
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 9:37 PM 0 comment(s)
Ants Marching.
Sunday, September 2, 2007
Does his teeth, bite to eat and he's rolling
Never changes a thing
The week ends, the week begins
She thinks, we look at each other
Wondering what the other is thinking
But we never say a thing
These crimes between us grow deeper
Goes to visit his mommy
She feeds him well his concerns
He forgets them
And remembers being small
Playing under the table and dreaming
Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down, you up and die
Driving in on this highway
All these cars and upon the sidewalk
People in every direction
No words exchanged
No time to exchange
And all the little ants are marching
Red and black antennas waving
They all do it the same
They all do it the same way
Candyman tempting the thoughts of a
Sweet tooth tortured by the weight loss
Program cutting the corners
Loose end, loose end, cut, cut
On the fence, but not to offend
Cut, cut, cut, cut
Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down, you up and die
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 9:42 PM 1 comment(s)
The whistling winds.
Damn. It's been three days.
My back still hurts.
Restless mornings come knocking hard.
Delayed evenings prolong the afternoon heat.
The days seem to crawl at a snail's pace.
With every turn, a step is lost.
The mind withers.
Wasted.
Deliver me from this absence.
Hmm. Prior to yesterday, I never saw the movie "Shakespeare in Love". Actually, yesterday I only watched about... 30 minutes of the movie.
Very interesting movie.
Anyone with the DVD willing to lend it to me? Haha.
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 3:34 PM 0 comment(s)
# Seventy Something.
Saturday, September 1, 2007
Fairly irritating when things don't go your way.
Fairly irritating indeed.
When you try to do something, and despite everything being laid out properly, something random that you have no control of whatsoever gets in the way, disrupting whatever it is you were planning on doing.
Fairly irritating.
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 4:35 PM 0 comment(s)