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I am the harm that you inflict
I am your brilliance and frustration
I’m the nuclear bombers if they’re to hit
I am your immaturity and your indignance
I am your misfits and your praised
I am your doubt and your conviction
I am your charity and your rape
I am your grasping and expectation

I see you averting your glance
I see you cheering on a war
I see you ignoring your children
And I love you still
And I love you still

I am your joy and your regret
I am your fury and your elation
I am your yearning and your sweat
I am faithless and your religion

I see you altering history
I see you abusing the land
I see you and your selective amnesia
And I love you still
And I love you still

I am your tragedy and your fortune
I am your crisis and delight
I am your profits and your prophets
I am your art I am your bytes
I am your death and your decisions
I am your passion and your plights
I am your sickness and convalescence
I am your weapons and your light

I see you holding your grudges
I see you gunning them down
I see you silencing your sisters
And I love you still
And I love you still
I see you lie to your contry
I see you forcing them out
I see you blaming each other
And I love you still
And I love you still

My dad came into my room holding his hat
I knew he was leaving,
He sat on my bed told me some facts.
Son, I have the duty, calling on me
You and your sister be brave my little soldier
And don’t forget all I told ya
Your the mister of the house now remember this
And when you wake up in the morning give ya momma a kiss
Then I had to say goodbye
In the morning woke momma with a kiss on each eyelid,
Even though I’m only a kid
Certain things can’t be hid
Momma grabbed me
Held me like I was made of gold
But left her inner stories untold
I said, momma it will be alright
When daddy comes home, tonight

[CHORUS]
Whether long range weapon or suicide bomber
Wicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether you’re Soaraway Sun or BBC 1
Misinformation is a weapon of mass destruct
You coulda Caucasian or a poor Asian
Racism is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether inflation or globalization
Fear is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether Halliburton, Enron or anyone
Greed is a weapon of mass destruction
We need to find courage, overcome
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction

The skin under my chin is explodin’ again
I’m getting stress from some other children,
I’m holdin’ it in
We takin’ sides like a politician an if I get friction
We get to fightin’, I defend my Dad
He’s the best of all men
An whatever he’s doin,
he’s doin’ the right thing
It’s frightening, but it makes me mad
Why do all of these people seem to hate my dad
An if that ain’t enough, now I got these spots
I go to sleep every night with my stomach in knots,
And what’s more I can hear mama next door
Explore the radio for reports of war
An all we ever seem to do is hide the tears
Seems like daddy been gone for years
But he was right,now I’m geared up for the fight
And he would be proud of me
If my Daddy came home tonight.

[CHORUS]

My story stops here, lets be clear.
This scenario is happening everywhere.
And you ain’t going to nirvana or far-vana,
you’re coming right back here to live out your karma.
With even more drama than previously, seriously.
Just how many centuries have we been
waiting for someone else to make us free?
And we refuse to see
that people overseas suffer just like we:
Bad leadership and ego’s unfettered and free
Who feed on the people they’re supposed to lead
I don’t need good people to pray and wait
For the lord to make it all straight.
There’s only now, do it right.
‘Cos I don’t want your daddy, leaving home tonight

[CHORUS]

http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/f/faithless/mass_destruction.html

my wed and thur R just like sat and sun of the others, i.e. breaki-off time~

I don’t even recall what the hell I have really done so far in such days so far I have begun working…… yet this week, I got 3 consecutive days of 9-ball (tue night, wed & thu). Of cousre U gotta have a suitable component on the pool table, and sure I do! I don’t think I do appreciate the snooker, for such game, I’d rather buy the american way……………… who gets the last ball rules, and so as the reality………..

the broadcasting of pool matches is always fascinating, and there R always brilliant shots (of course, it’s world champianship!!)…………. seems like there’s entirely no difficulty pocketing balls………………. but it’s not U know~ even a straight shot can be so hard to be done, so don’t even mention making angles……. so it’s something similar to life again……….. the more U do, the better U get, however there R still accidents……………..

and one thing more Buddhistic…………….. there can be very hard and stucked stituations, yet there R still solutions~ the table is not round, but there is rebound! one way maybe blocked, but U may try another way, U know it’s not as easy as the direct way, yet it works~ and for sure there R also surprice s (maybe shocks~)~

such a nuthead-meditation of the pool table……………

this post was just inspired by a gig I saw tonight:
there were 4 guys on the stage, one on some synths, one on a laptop, one on a guitar and one on a drum set………… actually they just jammed according to some abstract libretto…………..

so, is this music?

for the “y” side: some sound, which really contains some thoughts and combines together, is really made, there are some grooves and vibes, and there are some directions of the whole team;

for the “n” side: the production of the sound, though somehow planned, is mainly due to immediate reaction by every personal musical sense or instinct, but more practically speaking, and on some point of view, it’s just coicidence………….. every reaction and combination is unique, which also means that it can’t be the same…………. the formation of the sound is some kind of construction by personal musical ability…………….

really an interesting question………………I would say some parts of the gig is, coz they do really catch some emotion and musical though and achive together; but some other parts not, due to the diversion of the unison and the occurence of the “coinsident sounds”………………

just like analysing a piece of music: U can tell what chord progression there is, where the voices come in and modulation occures, what skills are used for the construction and texture, this is an appergio, there’s a scale, etc. but does it mean to be music when all such elements are combined? yet some music may be too simple to contain any of them……………………

somehow like walking on the toes, you won’t say it’s ballade simply due to such action………… and not only a spinning head can be called street dance…………… there’s always something more…………..

so what is it?

I have not realized, that I haven’t been in macau in the autumn time for 6 yrs, til I got cold today…….
quite an unfamiliar feeling to meet the change of seasons here at home, with my family……..

back to the cold…………
everyone is alerted to the H5N1 thing, but the cold we (so damn many people recently) are having now has nothing to do with it……………… a friend of mine, who’s into micro-biology, did once explain so much about virus and sickness to me, though I don’t actually recall the theory, cold can really kill, but fatality for we young people should be the lowest………….. so excercise more my friends! pills won’t help much~

ah one thing about the halloween………… who can tell me on which day it actually is?
a friend who had been in the US told me that it’s on 30th~
simply for curiousity, I just wanna know why such differences occure……………
nowadays all festival are nothing to do cultually but commercially, so just have fun~

I mean returning home since this summer~

I and my friends have been wondering “how life can/should be” since we were stupid kids, actually “life” does really confuse us so much, that we are always in it, but never get rid of it……..

due to the “peculiarity” of my little job, I M generally free in weekdays and getting exhausted on sats and suns………. that means when everyone is struggling in their office hrs, I M wandering around; yet when most of them R coming out to play I M stuck~ fair world! (ok no complains pls!! I do really mean it!!)………….. that’s Y I M living a bit differently from the others, at least from whom I know, I M damn sure I can’t survive in the 9-to-6-kinds-of-job, even though with good pay………..

and thankz God that my mum is realizing the property of my job and cease blaming me for getting late in the week days (of course she is still in sleep when I get up early on sats and suns)………… as long as I do contribute my salary everything is just fine, ha ha ……….

most people, like I, do miss the school life after beginning working, this is my little explanation:
“U R always so damn clear of what U should do in school, yet U can’t even figure it out when U R at work”………….. freedom is precious, but not always that admirable……………….

ok I may change in the short future………………..

(thankz for reading, and pls give me some feedback~)

let’s begin with in what I M………

fact 1: it does really create too much illusion and misunderstanding
fact 2: it is art of course, it is also maths and science
fact 3: it does not consist of mere “feel” and “passion”, that’s fucking more
fact 4: it like a foreign language, not some pieces of certificate
fact 5: it is all about the culture, the history, the language…………..money and politics

about the very last fact:

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seems like everyone is having one……………….. which is quite a persuasive way to express and “share” something…………… thankz to the wisdom of 0 and 1, here comes the blogs…………..

tools R tools, nothing better nothing worse, but only the way how U use it…………..

this is simply the debut~