your glass is empty don't ever raise your hand
our night has grinned swalowing the band
our heart has dimmed lingering the fun
and the lost loneliness slowly raise their plan
darker than whatever other being had done
soliloquy. . . . . somebody has sang that bloody song
soliloquy . . . . . damn she's 'bout right on the flying gong
soliloquy . . . . . ruining the tunes make my rhyme wrong
your eyes is sleepy don't invite the devil to come
doesn't make you right and the feel will growing tight
the jack o lantern jump to the ceiling of rum
and the loophole fill your deepest warm
soliloquy . . . . . how can it be done?
soliloquy . . . . . nude is gone to where it was banned
soliloquy . . . . . how come it was so much fun?
doesn't make it wrong doesn't make you right
different darkness different slang another grayscale
who does it doesn't make different at all
and the universe run toward the semantic gang
soliloquy. . . . . run bonny run catch the stick hit the gong
soliloquy . . . . . rumbling hobo digging the fun burning the sun
soliloquy . . . . . harmonica start to play, the band stunned and sway
dove tail is bidding your everlasting love
proven that none of us is using it right
and then we were suddenly wounded
how come those fairy teeth suddenly bite?
soliloquy. . . . . don't sing me that serendipity song again
soliloquy . . . . . my fortune is only an inch left lighted candle
soliloquy . . . . . mr. burgeouis is waiting a wit to end
soliloquy . . . . . catatonic lady standing in the rain
soliloquy . . . . . schizophrenic start questioning the pain
soliloquy . . . . . . . . . . . .
soliloquy . . . . . . . . . . . .
soliloquy . . . . . . . . . . . .
(listening to a song that never been composed, from the band that never been existed - during
perjalanan ke barat . . . 4 - 12 march 2011)
