I'll keep you my dirty little secret
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret
Hope that you can keep it
My dirty little secret
Who has to know?
When we live such fragile lives
It's the best way to survive
I go around a time or two
Just to waste my time with you
Tell me all that you've thrown away
Find out games you don't wanna play
You are the only one that need to know
The way she feels inside
Those thoughts I can't deny
These sleeping dogs won't lie
And now I try to lie
It's eating me apart
Trace this life back
I grew up listening to a lot of rock songs. Be it alternative rock, pop rock, alternative pop rock, a few selected hard metal, some blues rock, techno-rock, post-modern pop rock and so on. I feed off indies too. I listen to other genres, as well, but these songs are usually the ones that stick. I feel them. *cough* Eheh.
On that note, it's not unusual to admit that listening to this type of music is not something that I can break off easily.
Because of the effortless access to music everywhere and any time during high school due to a development in electronics technology called the the "mp3", and maybe, out of old adolescent habits, I sometimes find rock band members cool and intriguing. Best example would be Tyson Ritter in AMR's Dirty Little Secret MV. Cool song, dark hair, blue eyes. A more fresher example, Mark Foster of Foster The People. Cool song, dark hair, blue eyes. Also, what intrigues me is the fact that rock stars have this slightly rough edge, but at the same time, they're deeply expressive in their music.
I used to read a lot of comics, too. So, I used to think guys with ear piercings were cool. Not common piercings low on the earlobes, though, but higher, on the cartilage arc. Like the ones Sammi Cheng has.
Umm..yeah, please note the past tense. I do not wish it on my brothers nor on anyone I know.
But, yeah, I know the kind of life they're living. Rock stars on the road, the booze, fame, women. At first look, it'd seem so cool to be famous and all. But when you really try to find the soul of it all, it's not there. The famous "living your dream" lifestyle isn't always it when it doesn't fill up the hollow emptiness that you feel in that very very deep place in your heart. So, sometimes, in the craziness of it all, the ones with live hearts find themselves stopping, in a thoughtful trance state, just taking a minute to breathe, and think what is it actually that they're doing, and is it really worth it, because it didn't get rid of that persistent, almost masked, unsettling feeling of void. They can party it off, sleep it off, sing it off, but it's always there.
And, it's always gonna be there..... till you find the soul of it all. The purpose of your existence. And the way to fulfill it.
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret
Hope that you can keep it
My dirty little secret
Who has to know?
When we live such fragile lives
It's the best way to survive
I go around a time or two
Just to waste my time with you
Tell me all that you've thrown away
Find out games you don't wanna play
You are the only one that need to know
The way she feels inside
Those thoughts I can't deny
These sleeping dogs won't lie
And now I try to lie
It's eating me apart
Trace this life back
I grew up listening to a lot of rock songs. Be it alternative rock, pop rock, alternative pop rock, a few selected hard metal, some blues rock, techno-rock, post-modern pop rock and so on. I feed off indies too. I listen to other genres, as well, but these songs are usually the ones that stick. I feel them. *cough* Eheh.
On that note, it's not unusual to admit that listening to this type of music is not something that I can break off easily.
Because of the effortless access to music everywhere and any time during high school due to a development in electronics technology called the the "mp3", and maybe, out of old adolescent habits, I sometimes find rock band members cool and intriguing. Best example would be Tyson Ritter in AMR's Dirty Little Secret MV. Cool song, dark hair, blue eyes. A more fresher example, Mark Foster of Foster The People. Cool song, dark hair, blue eyes. Also, what intrigues me is the fact that rock stars have this slightly rough edge, but at the same time, they're deeply expressive in their music.
I used to read a lot of comics, too. So, I used to think guys with ear piercings were cool. Not common piercings low on the earlobes, though, but higher, on the cartilage arc. Like the ones Sammi Cheng has.
Umm..yeah, please note the past tense. I do not wish it on my brothers nor on anyone I know.
But, yeah, I know the kind of life they're living. Rock stars on the road, the booze, fame, women. At first look, it'd seem so cool to be famous and all. But when you really try to find the soul of it all, it's not there. The famous "living your dream" lifestyle isn't always it when it doesn't fill up the hollow emptiness that you feel in that very very deep place in your heart. So, sometimes, in the craziness of it all, the ones with live hearts find themselves stopping, in a thoughtful trance state, just taking a minute to breathe, and think what is it actually that they're doing, and is it really worth it, because it didn't get rid of that persistent, almost masked, unsettling feeling of void. They can party it off, sleep it off, sing it off, but it's always there.
And, it's always gonna be there..... till you find the soul of it all. The purpose of your existence. And the way to fulfill it.
