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08.28.06 (12:47 am)   [edit]
I flew through the highways tonight with a chip on my shoulder, and beer stains round the collar, thinking rhetorically: wild.

There's that certain air of punctuation like as if you kinda know it? Although you don't? But you still do? That's kinda what was, and it punctured a bit on the ego especially when I'm somewhere close to the yes-man.

I remember all that time spent working on "I" that I knew but never knew what was to come. Those days were wild: it became sort of a thinking point where everthing had an explanation but no directions. Be it a reason to write or play, what was done was just that - to get done.

Some people knew of my premonitive, or should I say, cognitive observation skills, and sometimes trust my intuitions quite a bit. That's nice, except I don't charge. So that makes me dumb.

It started on the day I lazed at the TV thinking what could be wrong with myself, and this particular series just suddenly popped this bitter-sweet melody in my head. From that point, the TV went blank, and I was repeating that phrase in my head over and over.

The very next morning I stoned myself out on the way to work, constantly repeating that phrase in my head. By the time I reached the office, that phrase just got stashed. When I finally got a breather on that afternoon, I whipped out the guitar, played a couple chords, and wrote instantaneously, "But I talk to myself, no words not a sound, there's evil around, haunting me".

The tune then exploded, music got recorded, and the next thing, I finished that song the same night.

I could still remember the reaction on Angel: she spun round and asked, "Who's song is that you writing for?" to which I felt that sense of standing at the winner's podium for that one last time.

3 days after, all that needed to be fixed, was, and I presented the song to several people, whom, strangely, raised their brows at the beginning, then asked when it would be released. It felt good. It felt like it was the only song that everyone ever liked. It synched the spirits.

By the time I made the remix, it became sort of an anthem that everyone was kinda putting it to their lips.

Hence, for all its worth - a song that predicted a heartbreak, a betrayal, a calling, and an end - throw this link out to as many people as you can.

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