You're getting boring.
You were my vodka,
now you're air bandung.
Not even mamak air bandung, but the instant kind.
I should put your name here, but I think I'll give you another chance. A month or so.
Fail me and everyone will know how boring you are and even more people won't like you.
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My boy builds coffins with hammers and nails,
He doesn't build ships, he has no use for sails,
He doesn't make tables, dressers or chairs,
He can't carve a whistle cause he just doesn't care.
My boy builds coffins for the rich and the poor,
My boy builds coffins for the rich and the poor,
Kings and queens have all knocked on his door,
Beggars and liars, gypsies and thieves,
They all come to him he's so eager to please.
My boy builds coffins he makes them all day,
My boy builds coffins he makes them all day,
But it's not just for work and it isn't for play,
He's made one for himself,
One for me too,
One of these days he'll make one for you.
My boy builds coffins for better or worse,
My boy builds coffins for better or worse,
Some say its a blessing, some say its a curse,
He fits them together in sunshine or rain,
Each one is unique, no two are the same.
My boy builds coffins and I think it's a shame,
My boy builds coffins and I think it's a shame,
That when each ones been made, he can't see it again,
He crafts every one with love and with care,
Then its thrown in the ground and it just isn't fair.
My boy builds coffins he makes them all day,
My boy builds coffins he makes them all day,
But it's not just for work and it isn't for play,
He's made one for himself,
One for me too,
One of these days he'll make one for you.
One of these days he'll make one for you.
When I think of all the advices that I could've gotten from you but didn't, it makes me really sad. Life would've been more funny and less horrible and definately less boring.
amirul nazri of nazareth, this song reminds me of you. I don't know why of all the people in God's slowly dying earth, it reminds me of you but it does. So be flattered.
I miss you!
3 comments:
Makes me wonder who the vodka-turned-air-bandung-instant is..Give me hints! :D
I slept 2 and a half hour last night, pricking tiny, tiny veins from premature little babies. And i failed. And so i poked multiple holes and simply squeeze till my hands hurt. And that is how i survived. My head is floating and my body is aching. I read ur message and here i am.
Im not sure if I should be flattered or not considering the song is about coffins but I miss you too dear. Miss your craziness. A lot of us are actually really crazy right?
Study hard. You'll be doing urself a favour in the future by doing so.
You should be flattered really. I dont miss people that easily lately. Cant wait to go back to Msia. Minum kopi with you.
Octy, ohohohhoho my lips are sealed.
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