God breaks your heart,
to save you from the wrong
This isn't your first time
This isn't something new
You've been in danger
You've been sad
And you already know,
after the rain comes the rainbow
This isn't something new for you
God breaks your heart so you can start loving again
You already know,
you will always smile at the end of the day
25-07-16
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Senin, 25 Juli 2016
Senin, 29 Februari 2016
Vedette
I'm sneaking up to the shore
Pull my head out of the sea
This ship is about to wrecking
But I don't really mind
Enemy! Enemy!
I raise my hand with a gun
Canon! Canon!
Shoot 'em all with no mercy
Now, this ship is sinking
With my body as well
But I'll keep watching over you
Until the end
29-02-2016
Pull my head out of the sea
This ship is about to wrecking
But I don't really mind
Enemy! Enemy!
I raise my hand with a gun
Canon! Canon!
Shoot 'em all with no mercy
Now, this ship is sinking
With my body as well
But I'll keep watching over you
Until the end
29-02-2016
Kamis, 21 Januari 2016
Lighthouse
I've sent the biggest love
Sending signals from my heart like a lighthouse
Did they reach you?
I've been standing here
Brave and strong
Waiting for you to come back and throw my lights at you
Did they make you happy?
Or did they make you blind?
Will you come?
Or will you just turn around?
I will always wait
Z- 18-05-15
Sending signals from my heart like a lighthouse
Did they reach you?
I've been standing here
Brave and strong
Waiting for you to come back and throw my lights at you
Did they make you happy?
Or did they make you blind?
Will you come?
Or will you just turn around?
I will always wait
Z- 18-05-15
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Selasa, 05 Januari 2016
Melted
Just a stone, tiny little stone
Sat there for a long long timeIn the middle of dessert
Just a tiny little stone
Rain, thunder, happiness and sadness
Everything that made it stronger
Then you came
Your wamthness just melted it down
All means nothing
It's melted and flows to the ocean
All means nothing
It's melted and flows to the ocean
Your warmthness just melted everything down
Your warmthness just melted everything down
All means nothing
It's melted and flows to the ocean
8 - 6 - 15
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Jumat, 27 November 2015
Milky Way
I came outside to look at the sky
I see many constellations
And maybe planets, too
So much mysteries in this universe
That can't be solved
I wonder
I wonder what is up there
I wonder
I wonder what is in your heart
I see you
The milky way
With your greatness and hugeness
I'm part of you
You're like a milky way...
15-11-15
I see many constellations
And maybe planets, too
So much mysteries in this universe
That can't be solved
I wonder
I wonder what is up there
I wonder
I wonder what is in your heart
I see you
The milky way
With your greatness and hugeness
I'm part of you
You're like a milky way...
15-11-15
Rabu, 04 April 2012
"My Story" By Isobel the Bachelorette
One day I happened upon a big book buried deep in the ground. I had been walking through the forest, searching for mandrake and the rare mushroom of everlasting love. Few books find their way to my part of the world so I picked it up and dusted the earth of its massive cover. From beneath the dirt appeared a faded photograph of a young woman.
The young woman was I.
Despite the alarming fact that my own image was on the cover, I clung to the hope that the book contained a tale of a knight in shining armour and a fair lady waiting to be rescued from a blackhearted ogre. I tried to picture myself on a dark winter’s night, sitting in front of the fire, immersed in an ancient adventure. I opened the book, trembling with fear and excitement. The pages were blank.
I was about to cry out in a mixture of disappointment and relief when my gaze touched the paper where one would expect to find the first paragraph. To my surprise the book had started writing itself - as if by magick:
“One day when I was walking through the forest, searching for mandrake and the rare mushroom of everlasting love, I happened upon a big book buried deep in the ground.”
What it wrote was what I was doing there and then. It seemed to follow my every move. “Well,” I thought, “it’s an automatic diary. I guess that means it’s up to me to create the story as I go on living.” Deep down the thought saddened me. Who would ever want to go through page after page about someone like me? My life was so simple it would never make for a good read. But then a new sentence appeared: “I had to leave the forest.”
And another one: “I realised the book was not merely recounting what I did, it was telling me what I should do. It was time I left my house and started exploring the world.” I did exactly what the book told me to and the forest opened up to me like never before. It put on a great show of colours, movement and sounds - as if it wished to make sure it stayed rooted in my memory in all its dazzling beauty.Now, I was ready to leave.
I got on the train and was on my way to the city. The countryside disappeared in a flash. I sat in the compartment reading about my journey, the narration always being one step ahead of what was happening to me. The train slid like a manic giant slug on its glistening tracks. The villages became towns, the towns became suburbs, the suburbs became the CITY.
Out the window I saw its skyscrapers grow from the horizon like giant fingers trying to poke holes in the firmament. As soon as the train pulled into the station and the busy crowd had pushed me out on the street, I consulted the book about what I was to do next. A sentence wrote itself out: “I explored the city like the forest before.” So, that is what I did.
Strangely enough the city did not scare me. The buildings reminded me of the tall pine trees of the forest; the light in the windows glimmered as the snow on their branches. The cars rushed along the streets like small animals busily preparing for the winter. And the neon lights? Well, they were my northern lights.
The days passed and the pages filled up with words. I followed the book’s writing like a recipe for an alchemist’s elixir of life. It had told me it was on this condition the next sentence would appear, and that if I did not respect the rule my beautiful adventure would vanish like a dream. It was an easy rule to obey. The book was taking me places beyond my imagination. I did whatever it asked of me.
But one thing had started to disturb me. The blank pages were becoming frightfully few. I could not but wonder how my story would end. I feared for the worst and started thinking about it day and night. Would I vanish? Or die?
I was seriously thinking about breaking up my relationship with the book when it came to my rescue. It spelled it out for me word by word. It had just been doing what all good books do; they create suspense in their last pages. I laughed out loud where I stood on the edge of a high rise in the city’s centre. To celebrate having regained my trust the book wrote on the top of the last page: “I took my story to Clark - publisher of fine books, on the corner of Easy Street and 23rd.”
I took my story to Clark - Publisher of Fine Books on the corner of Easy Street and 23rd.
Once in Clark’s humble office I handed him my book. He offered me a seat in a comfortable chair across his desk and I watched him read my story. I could see how the words moved him, how he responded to the events as if he was going through them himself. As his eyes glided down the last page the final sentence and conclusion to my tale appeared: “I knew my heart was his and that I would love him forever and ever … “
The young woman was I.
Despite the alarming fact that my own image was on the cover, I clung to the hope that the book contained a tale of a knight in shining armour and a fair lady waiting to be rescued from a blackhearted ogre. I tried to picture myself on a dark winter’s night, sitting in front of the fire, immersed in an ancient adventure. I opened the book, trembling with fear and excitement. The pages were blank.
I was about to cry out in a mixture of disappointment and relief when my gaze touched the paper where one would expect to find the first paragraph. To my surprise the book had started writing itself - as if by magick:
“One day when I was walking through the forest, searching for mandrake and the rare mushroom of everlasting love, I happened upon a big book buried deep in the ground.”
What it wrote was what I was doing there and then. It seemed to follow my every move. “Well,” I thought, “it’s an automatic diary. I guess that means it’s up to me to create the story as I go on living.” Deep down the thought saddened me. Who would ever want to go through page after page about someone like me? My life was so simple it would never make for a good read. But then a new sentence appeared: “I had to leave the forest.”
And another one: “I realised the book was not merely recounting what I did, it was telling me what I should do. It was time I left my house and started exploring the world.” I did exactly what the book told me to and the forest opened up to me like never before. It put on a great show of colours, movement and sounds - as if it wished to make sure it stayed rooted in my memory in all its dazzling beauty.Now, I was ready to leave.
I got on the train and was on my way to the city. The countryside disappeared in a flash. I sat in the compartment reading about my journey, the narration always being one step ahead of what was happening to me. The train slid like a manic giant slug on its glistening tracks. The villages became towns, the towns became suburbs, the suburbs became the CITY.
Out the window I saw its skyscrapers grow from the horizon like giant fingers trying to poke holes in the firmament. As soon as the train pulled into the station and the busy crowd had pushed me out on the street, I consulted the book about what I was to do next. A sentence wrote itself out: “I explored the city like the forest before.” So, that is what I did.
Strangely enough the city did not scare me. The buildings reminded me of the tall pine trees of the forest; the light in the windows glimmered as the snow on their branches. The cars rushed along the streets like small animals busily preparing for the winter. And the neon lights? Well, they were my northern lights.
The days passed and the pages filled up with words. I followed the book’s writing like a recipe for an alchemist’s elixir of life. It had told me it was on this condition the next sentence would appear, and that if I did not respect the rule my beautiful adventure would vanish like a dream. It was an easy rule to obey. The book was taking me places beyond my imagination. I did whatever it asked of me.
But one thing had started to disturb me. The blank pages were becoming frightfully few. I could not but wonder how my story would end. I feared for the worst and started thinking about it day and night. Would I vanish? Or die?
I was seriously thinking about breaking up my relationship with the book when it came to my rescue. It spelled it out for me word by word. It had just been doing what all good books do; they create suspense in their last pages. I laughed out loud where I stood on the edge of a high rise in the city’s centre. To celebrate having regained my trust the book wrote on the top of the last page: “I took my story to Clark - publisher of fine books, on the corner of Easy Street and 23rd.”
I took my story to Clark - Publisher of Fine Books on the corner of Easy Street and 23rd.
Once in Clark’s humble office I handed him my book. He offered me a seat in a comfortable chair across his desk and I watched him read my story. I could see how the words moved him, how he responded to the events as if he was going through them himself. As his eyes glided down the last page the final sentence and conclusion to my tale appeared: “I knew my heart was his and that I would love him forever and ever … “
THE END
note: this is the story about the character in Björk's song "Bachelorette"
source: http://unit.bjork.com/specials/gh/SUB-05/index.htm
Kamis, 08 Maret 2012
Sabtu, 24 September 2011
My Taste of Music
Musik. Siapa sih yang ga suka denger musik? Berbagai ragam genre mulai dari pop, R&B, rock, sampe dangdut tersedia dan semua punya pendengar masing-masing. Tiap orang punya selera musik yang berbeda. Perbedaan selera terhadap jenis atau genre musik ini udah jadi kayak aliran agama, alat konsolidasi sosial. Pernah lah pasti ngerasa "gila gue nyambung banget sama si doi karena sama-sama suka band X" ato "mereka ngomongin band apa sih gue ga ngerti ah mending diem aja deh". Secara gak langsung musik mempengaruhi kehidupan kita, kehidupan sosial, cara berpikir, dan sebagainya. Gimana dengan gue?
Gw selalu ngerasa kalo gw bukan pendengar musik mainstream. Terakhir gw jadi penikmat musik mainstream itu jaman SD, waktu gw suka banget dengerin lagunya Spice Girls. Aneh ya emang anak cowok dengerinnya Spice Girls, haha. Kakak gue dan kebanyakan sepupu-sepupu gw itu cewek, makanya apa yang mereka denger masuk juga ke kuping gw.
Waktu kecil selera musik gw selalu berubah-ubah. Sebelum diracuni oleh kakak dan sepupu-sepupu gw, gw dengernya lagu anak-anak kayak Joshua, Trio Kwek-Kwek, Cindy Cenora dan lain-lain lupa namanya. Dari rombongan cewek-cewek berlima yang dinamakan Spice Girls itu gw menjelajahi musik-musik barat lain terutama yang bergenre R&B seperti All Saints dan TLC. Selanjutnya gw jadi penikmat R&B, apalagi setelah MTV merajalela di TV nasional, banyak penyanyi dan band yang menjadi favorit baru gw, hampir semuanya bergenre R&B kecuali Linkin Park, satu-satunya band rock favorit saya kala itu.
Selera musik gw mulai bergeser waktu sekitar gw kelas 4-6 SD anime-anime Jepang menyerang Indonesia macam Hunter X Hunter, Digimon, Detektif Conan, dan semacamnya. Hampir setiap hari nonton anime di tv dan selalu terdengar lagu opening dan endingnya, lama-lama pun jadi suka. Puncaknya saat SMP, waktu itu udah punya hape, temen-temen banyak yang suka anime dan gw rutin baca majalah anime-anime gitu. Dari sana gw menganggap semua tentang Jepang itu keren, asik, COOL! Gw download soundtrack-soundtrack anime terus gw masukin ke handphone, gak puas dengan itu gw mulai menelusuri dunia JPOP (Japanese Pop), Ayumi Hamasaki, Utada Hikaru, L'arc~En~Ciel, dan lain-lain. Apalagi pas jamannya Naruto, hampir semua penyanyi dan band pengisi soundtracknya gw suka. Kesimpulannya jaman itu hape dan mp3 player gw isinya lagu Jepang semua.
Masa gila Jepang gw mulai mereda ketika masuk SMA. Gw mulai bisa bedain mana musik yang menurut gw berkualitas dan yang tidak, gak asal jejepangan terus gw suka. Yang tersisa adalah Utada Hikaru, Akeboshi, dan segelintir yang lain. Dua penyanyi yang gw sebut (atau gw lebih suka bilang mereka seniman) barusan bener-bener berkualitas menurut gw. Utada Hikaru, selain tidak jepang-jepang amat, dia punya kapabilitas sebagai penyanyi, suara bagus, kemampuan bermusik lumayan, menulis dan mengkomposisi lagu-lagunya sendiri, selain itu, ehm, cantik. Kalo Akeboshi kurang lebih sama cuma beda genre aja. Makin ke sini gw malah kurang suka sama JPOP.
Utada Hikaru mungkin penyanyi yang paling mempengaruhi gw, malah kalo diinget-inget gw udah ga sengaja denger lagu Utada jauh lebih duluan ketimbang Trio Kwek-Kwek. Inget banget waktu itu lupa kelas berapa tahun 1998-1999an ngeliat video klip Utada Hikaru yang Automatic di TV, walaupun dulu ga tau itu siapa dan apa maksudnya. Mungkin ga banyak yang tau kalo Utada ini sejak tahun 2004an alirannya jadi lebih ke arah electro experimental. Gara-gara Utada gw jadi suka suara-suara musik electro dan gw mulai menemukan referensi baru musik electro dan experimental, terutama yang berasal dari Eropa seperti Björk (Eslandia), La Roux (Inggris), The Knife (Swedia), t.A.T.u. (Rusia, yang dulu juga udah sering denger) dan Robyn (Swedia), selain itu musik rock juga seperti Tokyo Jihen dan Sakanaction. Mendengarkan musik-musik tersebut sangat menyenangkan apalagi sangat cocok dengan masa remaja gw yang menggebu dan dinamis. Oh iya gw juga sempet punya one-man-project, gw bikin lagu-lagu instrumental elektro dengan nama Perfect Cold. Lumayan banyak musik yang gw buat, sekitar 10an. Musik-musik tersebut cuma disebar ke temen-temen deket aja, selain itu juga diupload ke myspace, buka aja http://myspace.com/
Masuk masa kuliah gw jadi agak cuek sama genre musik, mana yang gw suka gw dengerin aja. Lagu lawas macam Tenda Biru, lagu jingle reality show, sampe lagu dangdut kadang masuk playlist. Tapi sekarang-sekarang ini gw mulai ke arah musik yang kalem, ambient, yang bisa bikin tenang, contohnya Sigur Rós. Musik electro tetap jadi nomor satu, seperti Robyn. Selain itu juga musik yang penuh inovasi seperti Björk.
Kalo ditanya apakah musik berpengaruh di hidup gw? Gw jawabnya sangat berpengaruh! Seperti misalnya lirik lagu-lagu Utada Hikaru yang membuat gw paham dan mengerti dengan berbagai perasaan. Akeboshi dengan musik folknya seolah menyuruh gw untuk selalu tenang dan berpikir jernih. Björk yang bersuara lantang dan mungkin gayanya nyeleneh seolah bilang "it's okay to be different. Tunjukkan eksistensimu!". Robyn dengan musiknya yang selalu emosional membantu gw untuk bangkit. Sigur Rós dengan pesan-pesan subliminalnya. Dan jangan lupa Shinta dan Jojo yang selalu membuat gw waspada akan keong racun. Hahahahaaaaa
*gambar-gambar diambil dari google
Gw selalu ngerasa kalo gw bukan pendengar musik mainstream. Terakhir gw jadi penikmat musik mainstream itu jaman SD, waktu gw suka banget dengerin lagunya Spice Girls. Aneh ya emang anak cowok dengerinnya Spice Girls, haha. Kakak gue dan kebanyakan sepupu-sepupu gw itu cewek, makanya apa yang mereka denger masuk juga ke kuping gw.
Waktu kecil selera musik gw selalu berubah-ubah. Sebelum diracuni oleh kakak dan sepupu-sepupu gw, gw dengernya lagu anak-anak kayak Joshua, Trio Kwek-Kwek, Cindy Cenora dan lain-lain lupa namanya. Dari rombongan cewek-cewek berlima yang dinamakan Spice Girls itu gw menjelajahi musik-musik barat lain terutama yang bergenre R&B seperti All Saints dan TLC. Selanjutnya gw jadi penikmat R&B, apalagi setelah MTV merajalela di TV nasional, banyak penyanyi dan band yang menjadi favorit baru gw, hampir semuanya bergenre R&B kecuali Linkin Park, satu-satunya band rock favorit saya kala itu.
Selera musik gw mulai bergeser waktu sekitar gw kelas 4-6 SD anime-anime Jepang menyerang Indonesia macam Hunter X Hunter, Digimon, Detektif Conan, dan semacamnya. Hampir setiap hari nonton anime di tv dan selalu terdengar lagu opening dan endingnya, lama-lama pun jadi suka. Puncaknya saat SMP, waktu itu udah punya hape, temen-temen banyak yang suka anime dan gw rutin baca majalah anime-anime gitu. Dari sana gw menganggap semua tentang Jepang itu keren, asik, COOL! Gw download soundtrack-soundtrack anime terus gw masukin ke handphone, gak puas dengan itu gw mulai menelusuri dunia JPOP (Japanese Pop), Ayumi Hamasaki, Utada Hikaru, L'arc~En~Ciel, dan lain-lain. Apalagi pas jamannya Naruto, hampir semua penyanyi dan band pengisi soundtracknya gw suka. Kesimpulannya jaman itu hape dan mp3 player gw isinya lagu Jepang semua.
Masa gila Jepang gw mulai mereda ketika masuk SMA. Gw mulai bisa bedain mana musik yang menurut gw berkualitas dan yang tidak, gak asal jejepangan terus gw suka. Yang tersisa adalah Utada Hikaru, Akeboshi, dan segelintir yang lain. Dua penyanyi yang gw sebut (atau gw lebih suka bilang mereka seniman) barusan bener-bener berkualitas menurut gw. Utada Hikaru, selain tidak jepang-jepang amat, dia punya kapabilitas sebagai penyanyi, suara bagus, kemampuan bermusik lumayan, menulis dan mengkomposisi lagu-lagunya sendiri, selain itu, ehm, cantik. Kalo Akeboshi kurang lebih sama cuma beda genre aja. Makin ke sini gw malah kurang suka sama JPOP.
Utada Hikaru mungkin penyanyi yang paling mempengaruhi gw, malah kalo diinget-inget gw udah ga sengaja denger lagu Utada jauh lebih duluan ketimbang Trio Kwek-Kwek. Inget banget waktu itu lupa kelas berapa tahun 1998-1999an ngeliat video klip Utada Hikaru yang Automatic di TV, walaupun dulu ga tau itu siapa dan apa maksudnya. Mungkin ga banyak yang tau kalo Utada ini sejak tahun 2004an alirannya jadi lebih ke arah electro experimental. Gara-gara Utada gw jadi suka suara-suara musik electro dan gw mulai menemukan referensi baru musik electro dan experimental, terutama yang berasal dari Eropa seperti Björk (Eslandia), La Roux (Inggris), The Knife (Swedia), t.A.T.u. (Rusia, yang dulu juga udah sering denger) dan Robyn (Swedia), selain itu musik rock juga seperti Tokyo Jihen dan Sakanaction. Mendengarkan musik-musik tersebut sangat menyenangkan apalagi sangat cocok dengan masa remaja gw yang menggebu dan dinamis. Oh iya gw juga sempet punya one-man-project, gw bikin lagu-lagu instrumental elektro dengan nama Perfect Cold. Lumayan banyak musik yang gw buat, sekitar 10an. Musik-musik tersebut cuma disebar ke temen-temen deket aja, selain itu juga diupload ke myspace, buka aja http://myspace.com/
Masuk masa kuliah gw jadi agak cuek sama genre musik, mana yang gw suka gw dengerin aja. Lagu lawas macam Tenda Biru, lagu jingle reality show, sampe lagu dangdut kadang masuk playlist. Tapi sekarang-sekarang ini gw mulai ke arah musik yang kalem, ambient, yang bisa bikin tenang, contohnya Sigur Rós. Musik electro tetap jadi nomor satu, seperti Robyn. Selain itu juga musik yang penuh inovasi seperti Björk.
Kalo ditanya apakah musik berpengaruh di hidup gw? Gw jawabnya sangat berpengaruh! Seperti misalnya lirik lagu-lagu Utada Hikaru yang membuat gw paham dan mengerti dengan berbagai perasaan. Akeboshi dengan musik folknya seolah menyuruh gw untuk selalu tenang dan berpikir jernih. Björk yang bersuara lantang dan mungkin gayanya nyeleneh seolah bilang "it's okay to be different. Tunjukkan eksistensimu!". Robyn dengan musiknya yang selalu emosional membantu gw untuk bangkit. Sigur Rós dengan pesan-pesan subliminalnya. Dan jangan lupa Shinta dan Jojo yang selalu membuat gw waspada akan keong racun. Hahahahaaaaa
*gambar-gambar diambil dari google
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