Everything I Do (I Do It For Bill)

(Bryan Adam's "Everything I Do (I Do It For You)"



Look into my eyes,
You will see
What he means to me

Searching high,
Searching low,
And when you find him there
You'll search no more.

Don't tell me it's not worth feeding for.
Don't tell me it's not worth caring for.
You know it's true,
Everything I do.
I do it for Bill.

Look towards your side,
You will find
There's food for you to bite.
Drink milk as you like,
Take your time,
For both cash and time
I would sacrifice.

Don't tell me it's not worth fighting for.
I can't help it, there's nothing I want more.
You know it's true,
Everything I do
I do it for Bill.

There's no love like your love,
And no other could give more love.
There's nowhere unless you're there,
All the time, all the way~

Oh, you can't tell me it's not worth tryin' for.
I can't help it there's nothin' I want more.
I would fight for you,
I'd lie for you,
Walk the wire for you,
Yea I'd die for you...

You know it's true...
Everything I do...
I do it for Bill.

I Should Be So Lucky

(Kylie Minogue's "I Should Be So Lucky")



Among the transportations,
I have just one obsession:
How TV Mobile attracts me.
It gives me much excitation,
At times exasperation,
People think I'm crazy.
Satisfy my obsession,
Tune to 8-9-3 station
Instead of changing band to band.
I'm saying,
"I listen to TV, pictures that I don't see.
TV Mob is so cool,
And you should do it too!"

I love, I love TV-
TV-, TV-, TV-,
I love to watch TV Mobile~
You know I pray daily,
Daily, daily, daily,
That all my friends would join me now!

Now, at 5, there's Maggie and Me,
Just how did Maggie di-ee?
Adrain acting's just so good~
And then there's Police and Thief,
My love for Ah Beng language.
Lee Tok Kong's English powderful!
Last, but not least, there's Larry,
80's Rewind's big daddy,
Whose promotion will never come.
He's saying,
"I'm my boss's right-hand man, 'Kill Rudeness' friendly man.
Singa is here for you!
It's for both me and you!"

Courtesy is for free,
For free, for free, for free,
Courtesy's for you and me.
(I forgot the lyrics,
Lyrics, lyrics, lyrics,
Just "Courtesy is for free"!)

Don't you think I'm lucky...
Don't you think I'm lucky...
Don't you think I'm lucky...
You think I am crazy?!
Pui-pui-pui-pui-pui-pui-pui-pui-pui-pui!

Too bad, at night's it's crappy,
Lousy US terebi!
It's time to change from band to band.
I'm saying,
"I listen to TV, at night it's not so sui4.
TV Mob is so cool,
Whole world should do it too!"

Siew Lan, who will you marry?
Marry, marry, marry,
"My Sassy Neighbour's" no more...

Vincent kena suspend,
Suspend, suspend, suspend,
Heartlanders' acting's a bore...

Courtesy is for free,
For free, for free, for free,
Courtesy's for you and me.

Courtesy is for free,
For free, for free, for free,
Courtesy's for you and me.

(repeat till fade)

A Little Tribute for Singaporean Boys

Dick Lee has a better talent at creating funny and interesting songs than me, relating to all Singaporean on all levels. Love "Fried Rice Paradise" and "Mustapha". So here's a little tribute video, enjoy.

Hossan Leong, truly named "Singaporean Boy" has his own songs too. Even giving a "concert" at Esplanade. Not going to watch, but here's probably how good it's gonna be. :)

Addiction in the 1st Degree

(Bananarama's "Love in the 1st Degree")

Last night I was dreaming,
I was high on a pack of shisah.
When I woke up, I was screaming,
Calling out your name... WO-OH-OH~

And the judge and the jury
They all put the blame on me. (put the blame on me~)
They want to drink from my ume!
They want to smoke my weed!

Only you can set me free,
Cause I'm guilty, guilty as a drug addict!
C'mon, Whiskey, can't you see,
I said accused~ of smoke in the 1st degree~

Guilty~ of smoke in the 1st degree~

Some days, I believe that
I'm too high from liquor too-o.
Unchain my heart you're keeping,
Let Shisah burn anew! WO-OH-*HIC*

The hours pass so slowly,
Since you've had a drink or two. (had a drink or two~)
I can see you are lonely,
Won't you join me too~

Only you can set me free,
Cause I'm guilty, guilty as a drunken bee!
C'mon, Marijuana, please!
I am accused~ I'm drunk in the 1st degree~

Guilty~ I'm drunk in the 1st degree~

Smoking in mirth...
Drinking, and laughing...
Smoking in mirth...
Drinking, and laughing...
Guilty!
Addicted without reprieve...

And the judge and the jury,
They all took my loves from me...
They're all drunk from my ume!
They've consumed all my weed!

Only you can set me free,
Roger x Hana - my BL imageries!
Rain of weed please rain on me!
Oh yes abuse~ my smoke in the 1st degree~

Only you can set me free,
Alcoholies~ gin, rum, spirits and whiskeys!
C'mon, buy me drinks for me~
Oh yes amused~ I'm drunk in the 1st degree~

(repeat till fade)

Have You Really Loved a Hana?

(Sang along to Bryan Adam's "Have You Really Loved a Woman?")
(Special thanks to editor Ah Girl)

To really love a Hana
You must uncover
You need to know him DEEP inside.
See every scar?
Comes with a SCREAM.
And pleasure that makes him want to cry~
And when you find himself lying helpless with each whip.
You know you really love~ a Hana.

When You love a Hana
You tell him that he's really hardened.
When you love a Hana,
You tell him that he's a gay.
He needs somebody
to tell him that its "La Viva~ Black Leather"
So tell me have you ever really
Really, really ever loved a Hana.

To really love a Hana,
You gotta tie him
Till you know how he needs to be scarred.
You gotta drip him,
You must abuse him,
Until he Orgas- in his blood.
That's when he sees his unborn children in discharge...
You know you really love a Hana.

When you love a Hana,
You tell him that he's not whipped enough (Yea!)
When you love a Hana,
You buy him two extra Cuffs.
He needs somebody to tell him that it's gonna last forever.
So tell me have you ever really
really, really ever loved a Hana.

When you start playing Scrabble,
Warn Hana
That if he drops one tile
You gonna whip him up.
He'll take the whole bag and throw it onto the floor..

(You really gotta drop the whole bag.. Yea~)

(Interlude - Whipping sounds)

And when you find him smiling weirdly at Roger
You know you really love~~ a Hana.

When you love a Hana,
You tell him that's he's not chained enough.
When you love a Hana,
You tell him he likes it rough.
He needs somebody to tell him that he will
get whipped forever.
So tell me have you ever really
really, really ever dripped a Hana (Yea!)

So tell me have you ever really,
really, really ever whipped a Hana (OH!)

So tell me have you ever really
really, really ever loved a Hana...

(Guitar Ending)
*Whip!*

Not Yours For The Picking

In the midst of groves, I met a soul,
Held a pretty apple gold.
A bite had he took, a third was shoved,
Leaving two third hurtful gold.

"Why did you try?" to him I told,
This he replied, morosed,
"I wasn't smart enough to know.
Let me make the missing grow."

Second perchance, I re-met this ghoul,
With the same apple gold.
Another bite he had took, two third had dove,
Leaving the last third alone.

"Why did you try?" to which he croaked,
Voices that guilt had rode,
"I wasn't wise enough to know.
Let me replace the empty cove."

Alas, it ends, when I had met this troll,
No longer with an apple gold.
The last part tore, and it had closed
The only chance to grow.

"Why did you do?!" I barked, I scolded,
To the endless tears he rolled.
"I thought that I had to let it go,
In my hands it couldn't grow..."

"So listen to me," this truth I told,
"This apple wasn't yours for picking.... No,
It has to be free, not trapped in gloves.
Move on, move on, and throw."

I resumed the path of golden groves,
Where it grew
Gold Cherries, Berries,
Sweet strawberries,
and the boldest Blackcurrants,
Pears, Pomegranate,
Melons, Jacks and Greens,
Dragons and Passions....... although....
Looking back, not one could come close
To the core he couldn't let go.

- Henry Rogers

If Tomorrow Never Comes

If I knew it would be the last time that I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.
If I knew it would be the last time that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss and call you back for one more.
If I knew it would be the last time I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would videotape each action and word, so I could play them back day after day.
If I knew it would be the last time, I could spare an extra minute or two
to stop and say "I love you," instead of assuming, you would know I do.

If I knew it would be the last time I would be there to share your day,
well I'm sure you'll have so many more, so I can let just this one slip away.
For surely there's always tomorrow to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance to make everything right.
There will always be another day to say our "I love you's",
And certainly there's another chance to say our "Anything I can do's?"

But just in case I might be wrong, and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you and I hope we never forget,
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance you get to hold your loved one tight.
So if you're waiting for tomorrow, why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes, you'll surely regret the day,
That you didn't take that extra time for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
and you were too busy to grant someone, what turned out to be their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today, whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them and that you'll always hold them dear,
Take time to say "I'm sorry," "please forgive me," "thank you" or "it's okay".
And if tomorrow never comes, you'll have no regrets about today.

- Norma Marek