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Sunday, May 11, 2008

this is one of me older songs that hasnt had as much publicity as the rest. this was written around the same time but after 'carousels' and during the time of The Caravan we scratched it from the song list cause of its complexities in arrangment. however, being very bored lately i decided to play it again and i have now decided that it shall be added to the sets for Belle's.
basically, Apollo Bay is a small town located near or along the great ocean road in australia. i first visited it as a kid and kinda fell in love with the place cause it was kinda magical. since studying in melbourne, i've easily been back more that three times and each new occasion, you create increasingly amazing memories. it's a kinda place where there's nothing to do besides walk on the beach, drive down to buy seafood plus fish & chips, and then go home to a nice warm fire and a hearty get-together.
Apollo Bay
walk alone under the moonlight, standing by your side
racing trains they're running through my mind
winter air at night, cuts the silence like a knife
hands wrapped around, they spell "time of your life"
promises not kept, my fantasies not met
watch you fade away, besides apollo bay
walk the ocean road, watching all the boats
sail away to sea, like you away from me
say what you may say, i watched you fade away
disappear away from here, beneath a mist of tears
i cried and dried my eyes, admist a cloud of sighs
the waves crash to the shore, but you're not here anymore
seven months have passed, everything feels wrong
the days are short, the nights they are so long
calling all the stars, to shine at where you are
lead me there, please leave your door ajar
passions running dry, emotions running high
with you i'd like to stay, beside apollo bay
walk the ocean road, watching all the boats
whilst holding your hand, till this winter night ends
say what you may say, i watched you fade away
disappear away from here, beneath a mist of tears
i cried and dried my eyes, amidst a cloud of sighs
the waves crash to the shore, but you're not here anymore
and i wanted you to know
that i could never let you go

lights off, pyjamas on
12:16 AM


Thursday, May 01, 2008

i dreamt of you last night and you were in your old school uniform. instantly when i woke up, i revisited the long dormant thoughts of what things would have been like.

if i had known you even when we were in secondary school during a time where i didnt know any girls. would i have stayed up all night devising different ways of keeping you online just a little longer so i could talk to you.

i think of the possibilities, or rather the scenarios, if we had gone to school together; if i had never left for melbourne. would our lives have panned out any different then they are now? would i still be alone and awake through the night, writing this out at 10 in the morning on the gloomiest day on record so far this year?

i think alot, and i think of alot of things. but mostly i think of you alot too. i sometimes wonder if you're overdoing it, working too hard and in addition to neglecting your health, i think you're risking becoming a lil insane. haha i joke really but i worry for you all the time. even though i'm nothing to you. maybe cause you're something to me. i won't be so cheesy as to declare you're EVERYTHING to me. but definitely something.

i wonder if you're ever gonna drop by again; that would be fun. i think of all the things we never got to do. you know this time round i'd make sure there wont be a single minute that you're bored and unhappy. i'll make better choices this time haha.

i like occasions like this where i think of something not sad, but perhaps a little melancholic. it ain't like a breakup where you have all those miserable emotions. thoughts of this are always trickled with 'what-if's here and there, keeping you going with just that little kick of optimism.

i tell myself i'll try harder everyday and i will. to be a better person, to have aim in life, to be everything i can be. i know i have disappointed alot of people, even chased away some who aren't in my life anymore.

thankfully you still are. vaguely and faintly, but you still are. like a forgotten ghost that's hidden away in the closet. perhaps you are drifting away with each day i'm still here. that's why i try. try not to let you forget who i am, or the person i could be. come the start of july, i'll try even harder.

with each new disappointment i always ask myself why i bother. that you will never give a damn about the efforts i make and the things i do. but to each his/her own. we do what makes us happy, we do what keeps us going.

when you've been miserable for awhile and the skies are literally the gloomiest they have been for awhile, this/you keep(s) me going.

lights off, pyjamas on
8:16 AM


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