The Artist In The Ambulance - thrice


Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal,
Red light, can't stop so I spin the wheel.
My world goes black before I feel an angel lift me up,
And I open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white,
They flip the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and I am gone.

Now I lay here owing my life to a stranger,
And I realize that, empty words are not enough.
I'm left here with the question of just,
What have I to show except, the promises I never kept?
I lie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my regrets.
I hope that I will never let you down.
I know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound.

Look around and you'll see that at times it feels like no one really cares.
It gets me down but I'm still gonna try to do what's right,
I know that there's a difference between sleight of hand,
And giving everything you have.
There's a line drawn in the sand, I'm working up the will to cross it.

Rhetoric can't raise the dead.
I'm sick of always talking, when there's no change.
Rhetoric can't raise the dead.
I'm sick of empty words, let's lead and not follow.

Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
Red light, can't stop so I spin the wheel
My world goes black before I feel an angel steal me from the,
Greedy jaws of death and chance, and pull me in with steady hands.
They've given me a second chance, the artist in the ambulance.

I hope that I will never let you down.
I know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound.

Can we pick you off the ground, more than flashing lights and sound.

Ramblings

from the main road, you could already see clouds of smoke rising from Bishan park, even in the darkness of the night. yes, it was the Lantern Festival yesterday! the few chances where you can actually launch a salvo of rockets without getting arrested, as bishan park was practically swarmed with children and their parents alike, playing with lanterns, sparklers, and homemade rockets. whooohoo! =)

once you were in there, the whole place looked very much like a war zone, with smoke, fire, and whistling sparklers going off in all directions. the whole air was filled with smoke! yeahhh, after we had used up all our sparklers and fired my rockets. 3 flew, 1 almost flew, and 1 burned out.

anyways.

i woke up at one today, from Wan Ting reminding me I was supposed to be in school four hours ago, for the video editing training. went back to sleep for another half hour before actually waking up. i usually wake up before 10, but sleeping at 2 last night might have been it. so there.

Dohhh.

come to think of it, i actually just realised that this "break" hasnt been much of a rest for me, with the daily wake up call at 7 for my morning routine before rushing to school for the dreaded exams.

hahahaha. yeah, the exams i was supposed to study for. :D

had our video-competition training this morning. yarp. mostly slacking around for me, doing lame stuff with the camera and all. hahaha. Kevin has written a most detailed documentary on it. Go check it out. =)

in other news, another day of band shopping today! this time, for Vern's acoustic guitar. we went to 7, yes, i'll spell it out, SEVEN guitar shops, in the hunt for Vern's new instrument.

yeah, you could call it guy-shopping.

haaahh. =D

Down. - somethingcorporate


Let's get drunk,
You can drive us to the harbor.
Wish upon a star but,
Do you know what stars are?
Balls of fire, burning up the black space.
Falling from the landscape,
Exploding in the face of God.

Let's get crazy,
Talk about our big plans.
Places that you're going,
Places that I haven't been.
Build my walls up,
Concrete castle.
Keep this kingdom free of hassle, yeah.

Yeah.

But I need some, echo in the emptiness.
All I want, but you can't change this loneliness.
Look at what you've found, I'm falling down.

Taste the saline rolling down your cheekbone,
Tell me that you're alone, tell me on the telephone.
Feel your heart it breaks within your chest now.
Try to get some rest now, sleeps not coming easy for a while, child.

Child, yeah.

But I need some, echo in the emptiness.
All I want, but you can't change this loneliness.
Look at what you've found, I'm falling down.

Down, down.

But I need some, echo in the emptiness.
All I want, but you can't change this loneliness.
Look at what you've found, I'm falling down.

Look at what you've found, I'm falling down.