I wanna trip inside your head,spend the day there. To hear the things you haven't said. And see what you might see. I want to hear you when you call, do you feel anything at all? I want to see your thoughts take shape. And walk right out. Freedom has a scent, like the top of a new born baby's head. The songs are in your eyes. I see them when you smile I've had enough I'm not giving up. On a MIRACLE DRUG
Friday, April 28, 2006
The Ugly se ugly ugly nya....
No one care, mungkin kata yang sedikit bisa memberi ruang pada otak untuk memberi sedikit impulse pada bagian otak yang lain untuk segera melakukan sesuatu, menulis sepertinya! Dan tangan pun jadi gatal untuk mulai memijit-mijit tuts keyboard komputer dan dahi mulai mengernyit tanda sedang on line. Sebentar - sebentar beralih ke gitar, bosen balik lagi ke hadapan komputer. Like bono said " I'm talking with my write, sing with my write, cry with my write, and scream with my write too...".
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