Matchbox 20
All I Need

Verse 1

Everywhere someone’s getting over
Everybody cries
And sometimes you can still lose even if you really try
Talking about the dream
Like the dream is over
Talk like that won’t get you nowhere
Everybody’s trusting in the heart like the heart don’t lie

Chorus

And that’s all that I need, yeah
Someone else to cling to, yeah
Someone I can lean on until I don’t need to
Just stay all through the night
And in the morning let me down
‘Cause that’s all that I need right now

Verse 2

Everywhere someone’s getting over
Everybody’s life is someone
People still use other people with a crooked smile
And all around the world there’s a sinking feeling
Out there right now someone’s feeling
Down on themselves and don’t know why every night

Chorus

And that’s all that I need, yeah
Someone else to cling to, yeah
Someone I can lean on until I don’t need to
Just stay all through the night, yeah
And in the morning let me down
‘Cause that’s all that I need right now

Bridge

And life ain’t no beauty show
We don’t know where tomorrow ends
And when we’re sad
It’s kind of a drag, oh yeah

Chorus

Just stay all through the night
And in the morning let me down
Yeah, ’cause that’s all that I need, yeah
Well, that’s all that I need, yeah, yeah
That’s all that I need right now, right now

Now hush little baby don’t you cry
Every thing’s gonna be all right
Stiffin’ that upper lip up little lady I told ya
I’m here to hold ya through the night

Smile. =)

¡Viva la Gloria!

Hey Gloria, are you standing close to the edge
Look out to the setting sun
The brink of your vision
Eternal youth is a landscape of the lie
The cracks on my skin can prove
As the years will testify
Say your prayers and light a fire
We’re going to start a war
Your slogans a gun for hire
It’s what we waited for
Hey Gloria, this is why we’re on the edge
The fight of our lives been drawn to this undying love.

Gloria, viva la Gloria
You blast your name in graffiti on the walls
Falling through broken glass that’s
Slashing through your spirit
I can hear it like a jilted crowd
Gloria, where are you Gloria?
You found a home in all your scars and ammunition
You made your bed in salad days amongst the ruin
Ashes to ashes of our youth

She smashed her knuckles into winter
As autumns wind fades into black
Ahe is the saint on all the sinners
The one that’s fallen through the cracks
So don’t put away your burning light

Gloria, where are you Gloria?
Don’t lose your faith to your lost naivete
Weather the storm and don’t look back on last November
When your banners were burning down

Gloria, viva la Gloria
Send me your amnesty down to the broken hearted
Bring us the season that we always will remember
Don’t let the bonfires go out

So Gloria,
Send out your message of the light that shadows in the night.
Gloria, where’s your undying love?
Tell me your story of your life.

Of Sunshine And Rain

And you think that sunshine follows after a rain? Think again.

After all the circus that happened in Ipoh, the Rakyat finally rejoiced yesterday when the High Court ruled that Nizar is the rightful Menteri Besar of Perak. People began to see the silver-lining they have all been looking out for. Finally, public confidence in the independence of the Malaysian judiciary can be restored. Or so we thought.

Of course, we thought that the decision has already been made when Sivakumar was thrown out like a drunkard on Thursday and knowing how corrupted everything is; but all credits go to Justice Abdul Aziz Abd Rahim for his courage and fairness. However, today, all hopes were dashed when the Court of Appeal suddenly became ultra efficient and granted Zambry’s application for stay through a single judge; Perak returns to square one. The Silver State is now in a greater impasse than it already is; from two Menteri Besar to practically none. What a limbo!

How independent is the judiciary then? How much of justice and fairness can we expect from this present judiciary? I dare not say. I believe that ultimately, justice only prevails when power is returned to the Rakyat. Dissolve the State Legislative Assembly and let the people vote. No more of this constitutional crisis as to who is the legitimate Menteri Besar of Perak. But will the Sultan of Perak consent to the dissolution of the State Legislative Assembly this time? I dare not hope anymore. I dare not pre-rejoice as politics in Malaysia has proven that sunshines don’t come after a rain.

The Conversation

Mr.B: Ya know sir, it’s time we let them boys out by now. It’s gettin’ a lil’ crowded in there.

Mr.C: Look, Mr.B, I told you. There’s no place to let them out here, understand? I’ve looked.

Mr.B: Naye, sir. You’ve never gotten up from that seat of yours ever since ya sat down. I suggest we start gettin’ up and go a-lookin’.

Mr.C: I said, I’ve looked! I saw people getting up, okay? Can you stop antangonising me man? Give me some space would you?

Mr.B: Alright, sir. Your wish is my command.

(A moment of awkward silence)

Mr.B: Say, sir. Don’t you feel uncomfortable keepin’ them boys in for so long?

Mr.C: Oh, for Pete’s sake, Mr.B! Stop with the questions already! I’m not exactly having fun here if you will understand. But we’ve got no choice alright?

Mr.B: Them boys are gettin’ more with time if you notice, sir.

Mr.C: Yes, I understand, Mr.B. I’ve done what I can to reduce their growth rate. Now, if you would just leave me alone for a moment, would you?

Mr.B: Alright, alright. Your call, sir. Totally.

(Another moment of awkward silence)

Mr.B: Say, sir. You wouldn’t wanna push them boys to the limit. They might just break out in a revolt and embarass you, sir.

Mr.C: I’ll be an old man for that to happen.

Mr.B: You will be one day, sir.

Mr.C: Would you just shut up? I’m young, strong, and healthy right now. And I have total control. There’s nothing you can do about it so quit whining.

Mr.B: Not so much of me, sir. Them boys are doin’ the whining. I’m just speakin’ out for them.

Mr.C: Look, I’m the one taking the bumps and I’m the one keeping them in. What are your complains?

Mr.B: Ain’t no complains sir. If you would just get up…

Mr.C: Oh, for the last time, Mr.B! I told you, this is an Economy Class! Can’t you understand??

Mr.B: Alright, sir. Calm down. You wouldn’t want them boys to spill out.

Mr.C: If you would just be a little more cooperative here, it would help alot.

Mr.B: How so, sir?

Mr.C: Just shut up, give me a peace of mind, and I’ll let the boys out in a nice place when we reach later. You’d feel better and I’d feel better. How bout that?

Mr.B: Sounds good to me, sir. We ain’t got no choice anyways as you put it.

(A last moment of awkward silence)

Mr.B: Don’t blame me if I can’t work one day and you have to let them boys out every ten minutes when you’re 60, sir.

Try holding your piss for 3 hours on a train. You bladder would start talking to you too.