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Copyright © Fransiska Damarratri 2011

Nature Captured

Fly on a Flower//Thoughtful Dog//The Butterfly Affection//Telaga Warna, Dieng Plateu

The Show

this lyrical rant is about being inside a ridiculous, manipulated, revolting show; wanting to stop it and then thank everybody and everything for it.

the show
[27 April 2010]
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the script was being written on a toilet paper
the stars were auditioned from a garbage spill
oh how better it would be if it not started so ill
like this

full of rottening dialogues
empty scheming monologues
but i just cant stand it
because i am like it
sometimes

sometimes
i wanna stand up and burn the stage
sometimes
i wanna create an electricity shortage
anything, anything, to stop this

puke it hard out
i’ll puke it hard out
thanks for the show
for the popcorn
the blow
and thanks for making me
cutting my own nerves for this!

i don’t know what we are using for our make up
but we act so well without any masks
we just show who we are
in this parade of egocentric machines
of human brains and human pains

but i can take it
because i am like it
sometimes

sometimes
i wanna turn on the false alarm
sometimes
i wanna cast us an evil magic charm
hell anything to stop this drama

puke it hard out
i’ll puke it hard out
thanks for the show
for the popcorn
the blow

thanks for the love
for the soda
for the hate
for the ticket
for this freaking show

so much for us
the player
the spectator
the cashier
the chain of department store!

for making me cutting my own nerves for this!

Copyright © Fransiska Damarratri 2011

LET ME KNOW

if you know how to run
if you know how to fly
if you know how to love someone
let me know how
if you know
or see the star
you can help me out just by letting me know
where it is

and let me shed a tear
laugh or cry
teach me how to breathe
cause i’ve been dead for centuries
i don’t know why
teach me how to run a kite
teach me how to blow a candle
teach me all the wrong and right
teach me all the riddles
let me know how
let me know how
you’re the life i seem to long, so please
let me know how

let me know how
let me know how
you’re the life i seem to long, so please
let me know

did you give me some of your heartbeats?
but i just can’t thank
can never thank you enough

let me shed a tear
laugh or cry
teach me how to breathe
cause i’ve been dead for centuries
i don’t know why
teach me how to run a kite
teach me how to whistle again
teach me all the wrong and right
teach me all the pain
let me know how

Copyright © Fransiska Damarratri 2009

the imaginary

i know it must be hurt
to live as an imagination
not able to be true
to be running free as wild as the horses

i know you cry because you can’t be true
not having the chances
i know you are sad because of this situation

but can you just let your real figure know all this
how we always struggle to be true
and while i’m telling my real figure all of this
i will still be waiting for you…

but if these real people won’t do…
what do we do…

—-

i just browse around gabe bondoc‘s songs in youtube, and i have found a song that sure will make girl melt when a boy sings (or at least gives it) to her lol…

the video

never enough blanket but to me its alright
she can have it, she can have it all

Copyright © Fransiska Damarratri 2009