This is a song wherein I was hung up on thinking about the past and worrying about the future. The result of this is me burning out and seeing the present fade.

Lyrics:
The past is my sea,
The future is a stream,
Oftentimes, I find myself sinking in,
Little I know I'm drowning in.

Walls of memories,
Everyday they are closing in,
One door of tomorrow to run in,
But I never trusted it nor myself.

Oh boy, I'd pay to be free from my mind.
Oh boy, I'd kill to be free from my skin.

Cause, what's the point of remembering,
If I can't change a single thing from my past?
And what's the point of getting scared,
If I already know that the water would be the death of me?
I'm tired of looking back,
I'm tired of looking ahead,
And now all I want is one bus ticket to the present,
Near the window please.

Fading summer dreams,
Not so sure what to feel,
And what if you learned I stopped chasing them,
Am I the king of disappointments?

Oh boy, I'd pay for my thoughts to be empty.
Oh boy, I'd kill to be free from these feet.

Cause, what's the point of remembering,
If I can't change a single thing from my past?
And what's the point of getting scared,
If I already know that the water would be the death of me?
I'm tired of looking back,
I'm tired of looking ahead,
And now all I want is one bus ticket to the present,
Near the window please.

Bus Ticket

Hi! How are you? Hope you are doing fine! Just here to drop another cover that somehow resonates to me. Flume is an amazing portal to a landscape where the album “For Emma, Forever Ago” is set. It sets the scene for me, the atmosphere, and true sneak peek to what the album is about- heartache, introspection that leads to acceptance of the past, looking at it no longer as a weight but as an armor as you move forward. Justin did an amazing job in the timeless and classic album.
And this cover of mine is just me sending flowers to Bon Iver. Just me, my guitar then overdubbing of me playing in a ukulele and my noise. I like how dry and a little bit distorted this is, just putting my own spice to this song. 
Anyway, I hope you like this little description and cover of mine. See you soon and take care always! :)

Flume - Bon Iver (cover)

A song about looking back at a drunken night and how a single decision of not saying "no" can change the way you look at life.

Lyrics:

Hesitancy is my middle name,
So a little push was needed for a sway,
And then we saw the lightning flash, heard the thunder crash,
As we finally reached the bar, a cozy place.

We poured the rain, the spirit flowed on the pane,
We took the shot, starry eyes started the games,
Connect the dots on the glass like Van Gogh painted it,
When we spilled, in this night, no regrets to kill

It’s my turn for the glass,
Enjoying ‘til we pass,

Fifteen minutes to topple the bottle,
Fifteen minutes to escape and fly,
Fifteen minutes to pretend you're fine,
Stumbling home, but at least I kissed the sky.

I was short of coins but good enough for change,
For a bottle of beer to sink the aftertaste,
But not enough to afford a cab in the rainy night, 
But I was willing to navigate the streets.

I drifted home with a smile on my face,
In auburn lights, in the pavement, there I swayed,
My insides were warm and I had never seen the rain pour hard,
As I fumbled in my pockets for my keys.

And I drift down the rush,
What a thrill, in this dash.

Fifteen minutes to topple the bottle,
Fifteen minutes to escape and fly,
Fifteen minutes to pretend you're fine,
Stumbling home, but at least I kissed the sky.

Fifteen minutes to shut my mind,
Fifteen minutes to be wild tonight,
Fifteen minutes to pretend I'm fine,
Stumbling home, but at least I get to fly, high.

But at least, I get to fly.

Fifteen Minutes

Hi, it's me again and just dropping another cover but (surprise, surprise) with an original, so this is some sort of a medley.

Well, I have spent maybe my teenage years watching Adventure Time which has been inspirational for me when it comes to writing since it is a show that challenges different ideologies although it has a goofy and colorful surface on top of it. The show is a melting pot of stories, philosophy, jokes and music, that in a way it influenced me. And the song Everything Stays is a testament of that. Also, there is something about the meaning of that song makes sense now in the times we have. History never repeats but it rhymes indeed.

And for my song, which I am calling "Porch", I have a vision of this old person who is just out in the garden, a little bit tired of the run of their life, and the mundanity of it. And somehow, they are waiting for a change in their life, maybe transcendence...

Anyway, this is just me rambling again, and thank you so much for reading this and listening! 

See you soon and take care. :)

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Lyrics of "Porch":
I'm in the porch again sitting
Watching the weeds in the garden spring out
And I'm plucking the strings again, weeping,
As the sun shines; his light beams to the sound,

And I just want to feel alive,
I just want to feel alive,
I just want to feel alive in this light,
And I just want to feel alive.

Everything Stays (Cover) (Medley)

This song is about the watching the season of growing up and growing old, the season to float and look back and move forward, the season of warmth, the season of learning and the season of change fade.

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Lyrics:
Six years ago, in two double decked room, I sat alone,
Sixteen and wide eyed, the future in my hands, sat in my mind,
Young god walking, in the Misty City, the world he owned,
Now where is that god now, faded with the others, burned by their pride.

And right before my eyes the winds come and cry,
They carry me to different places in different times,
And right before my eyes, the seasons changed my mind,
And I'm glad to watch the fading summer now,

Six years later, in a cluttered small room, I'm sitting alone,
Twenty-two blues coloring my walls, their calming tones,
Young man smoking in the Fog City, the cold, his home,
Now here I cool down, missing the wasters, still to be found.

And right before my eyes the clouds come and cry,
Sobering me from different messes from different nights,
And right before my eyes, the seasons changed my mind,
And I'm glad to watch the fading summer now.

Now I feel so small,
Now I feel so small,
Once I was as high as the sun so tall,
Now I feel so small.

And right before my eyes the city lights have died,
Used to watch them with different faces before they changed their minds,
And right before my eyes, the seasons changed my mind,
But I'm glad to watch the fading summer now.

Fading Summer

Recently, I spent my days on waiting for something big, something bigger than me, that would change my life. My days were about surrendering to the force engulfing me. My days had been about dancing to the beat of the ticking clock and watching white birds as slowly feeling the cooling of the afternoon air. This song is about those days.

Lyrics:
I'm sitting in my room, I'm home from space,
One trip to the moon, I land on my face,
I try to kiss the edge of the Milky Way,
To reach the bliss, job for another day,

And now I wait, I wait for change,
Now I wait I wait for change,

Egrets to the west, the air's kinda cold,
Tiredness deep his flesh, Apollo rests his bones,

Here I wait, I wait for change,
Now I wait, I wait for change,

In the cold October draft, under the purple haze,
Trying to be tough, seeking for the colored ways,
Reality chasing me, even in my dreams,
Now I toss and turn surrendering everything,

To the universe,
Thus I wait....

Waiting Game

This song is more about acknowledging your inner turmoil that you keep on suppressing at daylight but keep on spilling out when the moon has peaked. And you try reconciling with them… and maybe succeeding and failing in doing so. But you keep on trying anyway, not minding the world, just soaking up the darkness that wraps you, and the sounds of the noise in the dark road, the night birds, the lizards on the wall, and the howls and barks of your neighbor’s dog.

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Lyrics:

Silhouettes of power lines in the air,
The fading of the scarlet summer haze,
Ripping again a page of calendar and see that I am spent,
See my back that’s bent...

Countless moons had passed, still looking up,
In sea of stars, with cold November draft,
Wonder when the pink moon would come and take me like it did to Drake,
During in its wake.

Peeking through the looking glass,
Seeking fixes on the folding grass,
Through the murk and blur,
As darkened silence churns,
Or just my nighttime reveries.

In the dark, a figure of emptiness,
I'll sink and drown to defeat loneliness,
"Union of flesh and feelings intertwined by the ribbons of gloom,"
Written on my tomb...

Chatter filled days, they just split my head,
So, I find my roots to old gods, Ariadne's thread,
Like dogs would croon to the full moon, the silver sun of the early days,
Sending her their praise.

Digging through the underground,
Seeking meanings from bridges I burn down,
Through the dirt and hurt,
As ashes come to burst,
Or just my nighttime reveries.

A man under the porchlight,
A gift for the divine dark sky,
His blood for the earth, his head to the clouds,
And the world would think that he is mad for they can’t pull him down.

Peeking through the looking glass,
Seeking silver from the buried past,
From the stars and scars,
I come home without guards,
But just my nighttime reveries...

Nighttime Reveries

The most joyful Christmas song you will ever hear.

Lyrics:
Stoke now the fire,
It's that time again,
Cold days are near.

Hang up the lights,
It's that time again,
Long nights are near.

And the cold air weighs on my shoulders,
The trees once shine now they glimmer,
The songs fade, lost are the carolers,
That's why I cry,
At Christmas Time.

Gone are the nights,
Counting the days,
'til I open the gifts.

Gray are the nights,
Counting the days,
'til the bells stop ringing.

And the cold air weighs on my shoulders,
The trees once shine now they glimmer,
The lines show, our sunsets are lesser,
That's why I

Cry, but glad to hear their laughter,
The lights once bright, now they flicker,
The songs fade, lost are the carolers
And still here I cry, cry,
Cry at Christmas Time.

Christmas Lights

This song is about making peace with yourself- your troubles and the good parts, and the impermanence of everything around you.

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Lyrics:

I am more than my strings and the words I string,
Or the way I ribbon them with my melodies.
A quiet moment, your little summer dream,
But like the leaves in fall, I change and then leave.

And parts of my soul in the way I breathe,
Between the runs, and sighs, and lines I've freed,
If you deeply listen, thanks to thee,
It's like looking to my eyes, the windows in me.

Cause nothing gold can't stay,
There's nothing gold in me,
Nothing gold can stay,
I'm just a dust in spirit.

I am more than my memories and reveries,
The bottles I've emptied, bus tickets, and static,
And they have passed the steering wheel, the road I see,
I've enjoyed the ride, the noise, time for the next trip.

'Cause nothing gold can't stay,
There's nothing gold in me,
Nothing gold can stay,
I'm just a dust in spirit.

Nothing Gold

I feel like this track is about seeing how far you've reached, and the feelings accompanied with it- the feelings of devastation and celebration. And looking at the paths that brought us to different places, we gain insights of ourselves, like the endless walks that I would do on the afternoon. Somehow, I found assurance on who I am. And that newfound assertiveness is what keeps me to keep my spark and just to stay afloat.

Lyrics:
Endless walks in the afternoon,
Eyes are lost, to the hills they cruise,
It's a funny thing how I used to be lost in the streets,
But now I get lost in my head,
And now I get lost in my head.

Endless suns when the morning comes,
Rays are lost, in bed I succumb,
And it's easy to blame it with the cup in my hand,
When I should have poured it in the sink,
In the end, I drink what I speak.

And these days I try to pull myself out from the grave that I dig,
Every time that I climb, the earth keeps pulling me deep within,
And once I was on fire, I was smoking so high,
But now I'm reduced to ash,
Still at 22, I stay afloat in my blues...

Endless streams, down my cratered cheeks
The damned is lost when paper dreams are thick,
Just sire a kid, to fill that deep abyss they tell me,
But it's glass under me,
I'm fucked up, chasing what I can't see,

And these days I try to pick up the shards of my broken heart,
Every time that I bleed, the closer I reach all the hazy stars,
Now I pace like a ghost, drifting to find a home,
But I got nothing to own,
Still at 22, I stay afloat in my blues.

And these days I try, to keep the little spark that I have,
Every minute that's gone, I don't dwell on the seconds that have passed,
And the winds that blew fast, now belongs to the past,
And at night, I still get up to dance,
And I am 22, I stay afloat in my blues.

I wrote this in a moment of confusion from everything that is happening, internally and externally, and from realizing I am never a mere spectator. The thought left me paralyzed. And even if I know that I am part of this web, I feel powerless for there is always a bigger hand. Lately I am trying to find comfort in that thought. But in the grand scheme of things, maybe I am putting out these tracks, especially this track, to tell you that if you feel the same way, you should know that you are not alone on being confused in figuring out the world around you. That seems a great message to leave, as it is what everyone needs.

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Lyrics:

I read somewhere that the world is about to end
Then why the fuck I have to wake up tomorrow and
Be stuck in the traffic and be blinded by the smoke and
Have my hands tied up then join the machine when
Apocalypse and apathy are brewing in the air
As anxiety sits in, slowly touched by gray and
The fall seems to be the only constant thing and
The fire rising, spreading, as shit's going wild,

What a time to be alive, wild time to be alive
What a time to be alive...

AKA enteng

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