Tuesday, November 4, 2008

twenty six

so not all the songs i tune to is piano driven with slow haunting lyrics like those i would that you would take when one takes the leap off the edge of uob building which also happens to be a good place to have your final seconds. flying. on the facade belonging to the frenzied money hungry suits hunting the sgx. sardonic-nesm personified. cats chasing mice. tigers prowling for that doe eye bambi.

dirgressed.





Bloc Party

i am a convert
after listening to just one performance
so the windows creaking open
the flood gates of this newly found precious four
their third album just released
just enough of a clash bang pow of electronic rock soul
and biko.
perfect for the running shoes
and the arduous task of looming forty two
which only eighteen has been done.

this started it.



this modern love.

twenty five


lumix lx3.

with the looming economy
heres a heads up to you santa
start slave whipping your elves
thanks.

cont..

its not like i am asking for the world
but if its possible sigma DP2
i will be a good boy fetch sit beg roll over at your decree