ode to jogja

jukebox : flaming lips' do you realise

sunshine's smile is waning
sadness makes her cry
happiness makes her cry
there's no reason to smile

'cept the kids begging for first of the gang to die
'cept for the kids begging to be seen in cosplay
'cept for the kids begging to belong in bands
'cept for the kid smiling at strange sunshine
'cept for the kids waiting to be born

love don't mean nothing cos i'm alive
hear them out hear them out
theyre suffering those kids forgotten beaten
they're suffering those dead from the wake

sunshine needs gentle reminders
from her sunshine friends

that sunshine is not wrong to burn
that sunshine is not wrong to inspire
that sunshine is not wrong to feel
that sunshine is not wrong to think

sunshine doesnt want
sunshine doesnt panic
sunshine doesnt desire
sunshine doesnt forget

three dead cats
one dead lady
four thousand five hundred dead in jogja



do they realise that everyone will die?
do they realise that dreams don't die?

these dreams are waiting to be born
disintegrating reacting
in decaying graves
in the roots of trees
in the tips of magnolias
in the diamonds of blacknight

if only some could see
if only some could believe
if only some could risk
if only some could live

if sunshine's dreams chase her to her grave
if sunshine's dreams burn her down
if sunshine's dreams twist her mind

sunshine would twist and burn in her grave with a beatific amile on her face
and at the moment of her collapse
sunshine's lava tears would quench all fears
sunshine's white smile would light eternal miles
for the world would be able to see again

love,
zulaikharouac eperdu