Friday, June 30, 2006

paul garton

jukebox : mogwai's tracie

mr minnitt's back
im glad
mr garton's a crack
im glad

im so ha-ha-ha-ha-happy
but why cant i sleep?
why is ai haunting me?
is it this school?
is it this work?
is it this boy?
is it this girl?
is it this man?
is it this dream?

everybody believes in something
i believe i'll have another dream

dear god, pls help me

love,
jahruac

Monday, June 26, 2006

post altitude paralysis

jukebox : pissing in the wind (badly drawn boy)

blessed with a climax like none before
she fell deep deep into slumber
summer's heat and promise dissipates like clouds did beneath me
into a faraway landscape of dreams so many so grandiose so unreacheable
it cripples like a toad full after a meal of snail
sloth engulfs the toad breathing leering peering through her window to the world below
rejecting all worldly charms all deadly sins cept for one
rejecting inspiration from those around smiling weakly
hoping in futile for dreams creeping slowly away
radiating away in a concrete lanscape of false platitudes
slapping her dreams right back into her face with the full farce/force of her insecurities
when a woman meets her man
what else is she to do but wait wait like a warm idola
too incapacitated by her mortal noose to even pray for hope
too incapacitated by crashing
she becomes silent after all these years of ranting
silent and waiting
waiting and wanting
wanting but not desiring
forgetting these lines :

i live by the ocean
and during the night
i dive into it
down to the bottom
underneath all currents

this is where she's staying this is her home

an oyster waiting for the magic black king to chase her into the deep
to win the prize of his life - the elusive pearl goddess of sulawesi

i hope he remembers my voice

love n other indoor sports,
zulaikaruac

Monday, June 05, 2006

ode to the king of mataram

jukebox : across the universe

the mornings are the worst
i know perhaps why
i went to his
one hazy wednesday morn
on his bike crazy through the streets
towards jalan mataram
when we arrive at gang arjuna
my heart stops
i've been here before
this familiar courtyard
surrounded by square rooms
his room light streaming lazy
all i can do is cry
all he can do is say
"all i know is...
we're all going to die"
panic starts
in my heart
manic silly
in my belly
all because that one line from
my richard ashcroft my jesus
my king of morbid
my raffles
my ruin
my dreams burn down inspite of myself
my dreams burn down because of him

love dun mean nothing,
zulaikharouac eperdu

Friday, June 02, 2006

ode to mr pink

ode to mr pink

jukebox : the dears lost in the plot
restless heart casts me walking
to the familiar spirit haunt
i know you're just across wanting
you my familiar trippy gaunt
am i becoming like you
am i manic like you
am i as mad as you
am i funny like you
restless heart cast me running
through these familiar streets
i know you're at window gazing
you my familiar soulbrother beat
am i joining you
am i going to combust like you
am i missing you
or am i just losing my plot
----------------------------------------------
sing this song loud n clear so he can hear
and he will feel our love
and he will smile so bright
that we will see his light
see you soon my sweet brother
The dears - Lost in the Plot
Take me for drive to the coastline
Pull me to the depths of the sea
Leave me in the middle of the ocean
I can walk the rest of the way
And I promise not to cry anymore
All the reasons beat the crap out of me
Everyday when I wake up they are waiting
But I promise not to cry anymore
'Cos it's the same old plot these things
Oh it's the same old plot these things
Oh it's the same old plot these things
Oh it's the same old...
Our love, don't mess with our love
Our love is so much stronger
Our love, don't mess with our love
Our love is so much stronger
Oh it's the same old plot these things
Oh it's the same old plot these things
Oh it's the same old plot
Same old plot
Same old plot these things
Oh I promise not to cry
Oh I promise not to cry
Oh I promise not to cry
Anymore

his white light makes my love spilleth over

jukebox : you are th generation that bought more shoes and you get whatyou deserve


you are the country that bought more oil
and you get what yopu deserve
you are the country that spunned my toil
and you get what deserve

you don't get my love
you don't get my energy
you don't get dreams
you don't get my heaven

you are the lovely that give me realitycompany
and you get what you deserve
you are the pure that give me inspireenergy
and you get what you deserve

you get my mennace
you get my rock
you get my crazy
you get my love

all these thing's that i've done
will make me live forever
all these thing's that i do
will lead me back to You

i believe in the heart of Man
i believe in the light of You
i believe in the mind of Me
i believe i have lost the plot

P = please
L = love
O = odd
T = things

dream.dance.inspire.peace.love.light,
zulaikarouac eperdu