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A little story from the swinging street side. with a help from the self. from the mind and from the life.TRANSCRIPT
A little story from the swinging street side.
with a help from the self. from the mind and from the life.
salt or sugar
coffee or milk
bread or egg
spoon or fork
highway or downtown
car or motorcycle
walking or waiting
the sun rising
the morning calling
hi! another new day
(Morning Meets Crescent)
Those Egyptian’s scene believe they can spread the truth in the future,
when they didn’t exist anymore.
From Greek to the land of Java is applied one similar believe.
But who are we today?
Technology isn’t wrong, people are.
The nature trying hard to stay the same, but we don’t.
The heart can be pure, but we choose to let them crash.
Distractions exist, diseases also exist. Identity are flu-
id because the fundamental character had a room for the oth-
ers. But why you have to change, and being the same to one another?
Hell with replication
Hell with duplication
Hell with the crowd, full of plastic heart.
In this city of laugh, love, tears and pain.. Can you stay, to be who you really are?
City of Crowd
(KLM Line)see a lover’s smiling
reminds me of something.
please..
take me anywhere, with the last train tonight.
i loved the empty chair
i loved the space
and seeing the grey wind dancing in between
good evening.
please, have a seat sir..
would you like me to pour the wine?
is there anything else that i can help?
here’s the bill madame.
thank you so much,
have a pleasant time.........
and Helene soon forget the way they looks.
and Helene didn’t have a pleasant time
and Helene can’t found her way back home.
and Helene get lost. in a bohemian dinner place.
without Madame Dolora or Sir Franklin
(Café la Boheme)
a little time with a boy named Julian
he looks pale and heavy
he didn’t have a gorgeous smile
then he is walking with a silence in his feet
without saying anything
or a little goodnight words
Who is he? Julian!And We Don’t KnowAbout The Rest
(Under Their Feets)Daisy looks tired
she can’t pretend
9 to 5 turn her life into a rotating mechanical machine
Jamie looks unhappy
he can’t hide
9 to 5 turn his life into a song that people won’t sing
they quit
they jump
they flying high away
from the big crowd city
they go to the unnamed island.
and lost
and not tired
and living as a human should do
without society. without drama.
without plain smile that we hated
they put their hands in the air
just to find an helping hands
they shout out loud in the hills
just to find an open ears
they running away with their feets
just to hold an open arms
they crying so deep
just to see the other’s empathy.
people.
yes, that’s what people do.
secretly do
(Push or Pull)
Jimi Hendrix strumming his precious guitar
Kurt Cobain shot his precious head with a gun
Janis Joplin singing out loud with her precious voice
John Lennon died with his precious eyeglasses in his straight face
mommy drawing with her blood
drawing her life. On the biggest wall called the world.
we might know that, as a history.
(1958)
Life. Oh..
Something that full of
dull
after all that attributes
which fulfilled this
human’s life
Way of modern life, all
digitalized
pixelate pictures
Money. Brand. Symbol. Sign
take away all this pure imagination
Arts no longer describe something
beyond human’s life
Arts, do you still give us the signal?
Plain
Plain
Plain!!
Fake faces
foolish heart
and cheat. and false sentences
and broken spaces
and everything
I really have to take a seat
away from all the labels
naked
and see with my open eyes
The Body. The Mind. The Heart
away from everything, except my own self
P h a n t a s m
ElementsMaybe, everything can be as simple as
a pure water that falls from our deep emotion
a very nice wind that surrounded our journey
a warm sun that give us the energy to laugh and to hug
a calm stones that give us a protection
a beautiful moon that give us a dream
a wise stars that give us the light
let me down
let down
back at zero
deep down
to see my mother of earth
to reach the centre of the the universe
I need emptiness.
I just tired with of all the mechanism
everything me will go away.. anyway
except my believe
my thoughts
physical things are goona disappeared
my body will be broken
my life is about to an end
Yes, we were part of the society
Yes, sometimes we’re just tired of
every single things in this life!
Yes, all we know is what we don’t
know
Yes, we believe in the paradox
the negative and positive electron
that balancing this life
But, at the very beginning and
the very end.
What is us, anyway?
what is human?
what is life?
A sad and skinny girl..
I don’t know her name
she’s flicking a cigarette
maybe she just don’t know what to do
or she can found her pleasure
by smoking the cigar
or found her God by
that smoking ritual
I don’t know
We don’t know
why do people keep controlling
other’s life
why should I write this phrase?
Yes you too.
You know nothing!
Cigarettes Controls
Coffee & TVme and you
living in one small flat
you can see us at the third floor
room number 18
of this pale rustic building
please take your step in the pedestrian street
you can bring your bicycle
or brown hand bags
we don’t have much things inside
but we really happy if you come
we promise to give you
a cup of peach tea
and smooth blanket
Real FatalAnd I dreamed. I kissed.
hideaways from this city’s traffic
runaways from the trick of society
see closer to my little world
where you can really lost
and you might never want to coming back again
let’s burn another cigarettes
I will sing you a song
hope you wany to hear, till the end
come come come a lil bit closer
and kiss my eyes
where the air are too clean
I see you inside my little world
and
cheers with this shiny beers in our hands
and
we kissed
and
we probably never wants to go
outside again
to face the reality
to face the fatality
Follow the Skyyour song is pushing my mind into the deepest gravity
then my fingers can’t stop tickling
and I’m singing
such a lullaby
why are the sweetest smile can’t be around?
I won’t follow the sky
too high - too white
too blur - too lost
can i just follow the melody
tra la la..
without anyone
I won’t hear any words
can’t stand another distractions
I heard that sound, which always
whining
complaining
greatest commentator, after all!
why the others are always wrong?
if the very basic of your problems is the others..
so where were you?
who are you?
I don’t know much
but some story. some experience. some events
deliver an implicit message
which said
life is seeing the others
interact
we are all is the others
oh otherness..
put the differences between us,
into a beautiful melody of the rainbow
Athens. daughter of Zeus
central place on Greece
will never be that arrogant anymore.
Athens
Triple-DeckerWe both believe in a dreamland
where you can dance as fast as you want
we both turns the world into that little toy’s life
where everything seems so colorful
and has one smile, everywhere
we both love how the sea bouncing our mind
where irrational becomes the way of thought
i will clean up all of your tears
we are all just need one simple smile
where the heart and the mind has met in this face
when human being find their way back to be part of this universal mecha-
nism
don’t cry
don’t be sad
you can seat in our passanger seats
we will be there too
next to you
let the wind. let the wilderness
become our major
our savior and our leader
(Peacefully Peach)theres’s a peach.
not in the garden.
not in the freezer.
not in the kitchen.
not in the juice.
not in his mouth.
the peach stays in the night
beyond fantasy
near the paradise
bringing the peace
She’s alive. and away. got nowhere to go. got a problem to solve.
got a lover’s to be loved.
confused and scared.
brave and tall. she got her life in her hands. and about to threw it away!
The Beatles says “Let it Be”
Oasis says “ Go! let it out”Rolling Stones says “Let it bleed”
Weezer says “Let it all hang out”The album leaf says “Broken Arrow”
Belle and Sebastian says “Stay Loose”
Radiohead says “Go Slowly”
(Songs F
rom The Exhibition)
As a kid who grown with beautiful world that
spinning so fast. Now everything seems hard.
Now I’ve learned!
Every single day, I’ve learned!
Every breath, Every step.. I go down and go up,
and down and up, without shields.
Eyes.. to see and to believe and to imaging every
lights, every space and every shape.
Ears.. To hear and to believe and to knowing every
sounds, every pressure and every distortion.
And to put our head close. Cover it all. And let the
heart speaks out loud.
Don’t send the caveat, don’t be angry. Let the
emotion found this rhythm.. And peace above all.
The Caveat
12”22 Am, in a triping
seashore
I wish the universe
protects you’re soul
and dancing with
you’re spirits..
don’t stop. don’t
hide your eyes
The artist still debate
with reality
the musicians still create the harmony
the writers still compare the
ceremony
the people. the situations
the time & being
still in this universe,
to see you live & laugh
and goodnight
Visual : Zulfikar Arief
www.zulfikararief.com
Text: Astrid Septriana
www.astridseptriana.wordpress.com