Sound Explorer Embarking on a Journey

Well like i said earlier, i'll upload my project's songs. Hope you all like it, strangers!!

http://www.soundclick.com/draggingdrags

I appreciate comments(even the rough ones). Feel free to hear it. Next time i'll make it downloadable.

Life and Music Stuffs

Well, hello strangers. It's been about one and a half years since i started this blog and i NEVER write about my life or anything. all my posts were absurd wordplays and shits with some interesting and somewhat ambiguous meaning "underneath" each of those stuffs. So, this is my first time writing about myself. There's nothing interesting in it anyway.

I just started to do a musical project(it's actually from February) and it's a one-man band. Sounds too confident with my own talent? i don't know. I just felt that no one is on the same boat with me in this kind of thing. And it's pretty amusing to know that i could make some creepy and weird sounds and calling them music. If you want to know what kind of music i'm making, it sounds like dissonant and un-harmonic sounds and chords tied together with background mumblings. Maybe you can call it "relaxing" or "inspiring" and maybe you will call it "piece of trash" or "not-a-single-talent-in-it". Every critics are welcomed. Well i'll create a myspace or soundclick account later so you could stream it online. If you live in Yogyakarta then you're lucky enough to hear it from me.

Well that's a wrap. Haha i can't write much about what's going in and what's going out and what's going under my daily life. I just don't have enough talent to write something else outside those "interesting" words that is my past writings. I'll try to upload my songs later and hope to hear some rough critics from you all, strangers. Gracias!

See the world through a monocle

I see the street lights, but just on the left side. My other eye(the right one) isn't working. Partial blindness, maybe. I don't know. The world seems one-sided today.

I see the questions but not the answers. The exam is oddly difficult today. Maybe my right eye needs some fixations. I don't know. The world seems one-sided today.

I see the way to your house, but i can't see the way home. It's pretty saddening, i know. Gotta call my brother to pick me up at your house. Maybe he's free. I don't know. The world seems one-sided today.

I see everything from your point of view today, but i can't see from mine. I don't know what to do. Maybe i really need to fix my right sight, i don't know. The world seems one-sided today.

So which side are you on?

Ignorance

Turn on the television and radio.
Turn on the lights.
Turn on the coffee maker.
Turn on the dishwasher.
Now see them move perpetually.

Sit. Face the wall.
Don't look at them.
Don't think of them.

Ignorance is a gift. Ignorance is a curse.

Saturday

Come on, fly with us. This is your free time.
No one to tell you what, where, when, who, why, and how.
What do you want to do? What do you want to learn?
This is free time. You'll get it for free.
Don't you want me to accompany you?
I can show you what you want to see.
What you want to learn.
What you want to do.
It's been a long, long time since your last arrival.
That was Saturday too. We were so young and graceful.
You, paddling your bike slowly, and I, walking vigorously to match your pace.
There's nothing like tomorrow that day.
We were free. We were young.
Youth and freedom.
Maturity with no freedom?

This is Saturday. Free day.
There's no day like Saturday.

Cerah

Mari kita bernyanyi dan menari bersama sebelum didatangi SKK!

Perfect Circle

Friends keep stabbing friends on their back, they do that like everyday.
Friends keep mocking friends on their back, they do that like everyday.
Friends keep eating friends on their back, they do that like everyday.
Friends keep beating friends on their back, they do that like everyday.

I love them the most, i hate them the most.

Lovers keep hurting lovers at the end, they do that like everyday.
Lovers keep lying from lovers at the end, they do that like everyday.
Lovers keep breaking lovers at the end, they do that like everyday.
Lovers keep cheating lovers at the end, they do that like everyday.

I love them the most, i hate them the most.

Children keep stealing their children when they grow, they do that like everyday.
Children keep spanking their children when they grow, they do that like everyday.
Children keep punishing their children when they grow, they do that like everyday.
Children keep degrading their children when they grow, they do that like everyday.

I love them the most, i hate them the most.

The Solid Form of Fear

Being afraid, being scared, that's not fear to me.
Afraid that someone you love or your precious things or maybe your freedom would slip away from you before you know it.
Bless those who scared the soul out of them because of those things.
Left behind and deserted by your well-known friend.
Dark places and eerie sounds around, Zombies popping out from the grave.
That's not what fear looks like.
Extreme height, maybe?
Thrown from a sixty-stories high apartment by a jealous lover.
Shot at a point-blank range with a .40 cal.
It's too nice to be called fear.
Imagine a box. Simple wooden box.
Engraved with "memories" on it.
And someone accidentally opened it.
Then, fear would come out from that opened box.
The real form of fear.
Solid, lucid, Touchable.
Pure fear.
Pure hatred.
Why hatred?

We all hate to fear.

Such Beautiful Rain

Rain drops came from up there, I don't know where.
Trees and Grasses brought back to life.
Sit, stare, questioning.
What if one of those drops falls upon me?
What if i caught cold from that?
What if?

Fragments of my soul fly by, disembarking from the mothership.
Then someone catches it with her own bare hands.
Grabbing it one piece at a time.
Then she gives them back to me, with a smile on her face.
Sit, stare, questioning.
What if she throw them away?
What if?

She sits beside me now, trying to pull a topic.
I just sit still, an honest smile.
I remembered the last time i gave off that kind of smile.
Millions, maybe billions of years ago.
What if she doesn't know what it means?
What if she smiles back?
What if?

Talking about lots, lots of things.
Monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday, sunday.
The fragments had settle in their places.
I hope that smile never fades and time freezes forever.
What if it's a dream?
What if it's just an obsession?

I don't care. I just don't care.
It's been an honor even if it's just a dream.
Rainfalls never looked so beautiful.
As beautiful as that evening.

Changes

Bit by bit the sands of time falls.
Bit by bit water drops carve a hole on a rock.
Bit by bit the asphalt graze shoe's outsole.
Bit by bit the fire burns tree branches.
Bit by bit time changes heart.
Slowly, painfully, beautifully.

Like What?

I like to dance. Stepping out of rhythm and mumbling through the verses. Shaking my hips like crazy and drown myself in that little disguises called enjoyment and happiness. Losing moments and times while whirling around in a perfect circle trying to follow the music's flow. Engulfed in those floating smoke with 2,7 milligrams of nicotine in it, crushing my lungs bit by bit along the infinite, Jumanji-like world.

I like to read. Books always make me crazy. Foucault's Pendulum, American Psycho, Silence of The Lambs, Also Sprach Zarathustra, Protocol of The Elders of Zion, Fight Club, anything. My head soar to the world of the words, pretending to be the main characters. It sounds like fun to be Jacopo Belbo or Patrick Bateman. To be able to kill anybody heartlessly, to be able to make conspiracy so big it could devour the world, it's just amazing.

I like music. There is, and there will always be spaces for music in my brain. Music is like, you could say, the heart of my organ systems. It pumps blood to my entire body. Feeling the notes chasing each others, holding their hands with another notes to make a whole chord. It sends me flying to the furthest galaxy out there.

But what do you like? what do you really like?

What's it that you craved?

Maybe you'll find what you like in this city.

Maybe you'll find what you like on top of that tree.

Maybe you'll find what you like on the way home.

Maybe you'll find what you like in the coldest winter.

Maybe you'll find what you like inside of me.

Because i like what you like and possibly your likeness is just like me.

Catatan Gila

Seberapa banyak anda menangis?
Seberapa banyak anda tertawa?
Seberapa banyak anda terjatuh?
Seberapa banyak anda terluka?
Seberapa banyak anda merenung?
Seberapa banyak anda merajuk?
Seberapa banyak anda kecewa?
Seberapa banyak anda menjawab?
Seberapa banyak anda sedih?
Seberapa banyak anda senang?
Seberapa banyak anda bertanya?

Saya tidak pernah menghitungnya. Mungkin Anda juga begitu.

Pandora's Box

They said that it contains fear.
Despair.
Mischief.
Malice.
Doubt.
Diseases.
Horror.
All the evils the world could possibly have.
Would possibly have.
With a single stroke of Pandora's fingertips, and boom.
We recognize fear, despair, mischief, malice, doubt, diseases, horror, so on.
Cruel, isn't it?
The fate of that woman.
Curiosity drove her into a bottomless pit of guilt.
Maybe there's only one thing that's still in that box, and we called it hope.

But what if she never opened that box?

what if all the evils were out from the start?

What if there's no such thing like the box?

What if we never have hope on the first place?

What is fear?

What is despair?

What is mischief?

What is malice?

What is doubt?

What is disease?

What is horror?

What is evil?

Pandora never exist. So does the box.

And so does hope.