Freedom

Finally..everything had come to an end.Well almost.Took my last paper this morning,possibly (hopefully,pretty please?)my last exam paper that I am ever gonna take in my life.Now only need to do my thesis correction,hand it up,and my life as a university pre-graduate would be almost complete,and all I need to do is just wait for my convo.WIll be leaving Kota Kinabalu soon, and heading back to my hometown of Ipoh for my training.Man I seriously miss this place.Having lived here for 3 years,taking its transport,walking its roads,eating its food,seeing its buildings and sights,the beaches and the bitches,everything.I'm missing it already.Initially lotta my friends kept saying that they can't wait to go back to their respective hometowns,but later admitted that they too,miss the Land Below the Wind.Got a lot more that I wanted to blog about,certain books/movies/songs reviews,some upcoming plans,and urm..paying my dues.Stay tuned.

Orgasmic.

You don't watch TV1?Neither do I.

I forgot when was the last time I actually sat down in front of the television and turn on tv1.Heck,I forgot when was the last time I actually switch on the telly in my house,let alone watch it when you can download any tv programs off the net.But back to tv1.I think the only time I watch that particular gomen-owned channel was watching reruns of Transformers at 7pm a few months back.

But now there's another reason to watch this-excuse-of-a-channel: a new show aptly titled: BLOG, where the tv station will invite some prominent bloggers (and if they don't turn up,less prominent bloggers)to give their two cents worth on current issues.And what better way to get attention from the people than inviting the legendary Raja Petra Kamaruddin,the blue-blooded blogger who runs Malaysia-Today.I myself religiously check out that website several times a day for the latest hoo-haas in Malaysian politics, and some revealing secrets spilled by Raja Petra (or RPK,or Pete,or Raja by his legions of fans,or that-bald-mofo-who-keeps-nosing-into-my-business-wtf-b@stard by his detractors) in his insightful columns.It is apparent that with this move,the government wants to show the world that yes,it is more open to criticism;and yes,it is admitting the power of you monkey-bloggers,but is that really the case?After watching it,one can't help but feel his blood boil with anger at the stupidity of the host in asking questions and futile attempt to dart around the real issues.For example it is quite evident that rowdy-poo of a host changed the subject every time Raja Petra said something that showed the government in a bad light,OR give his own excuses and lame explanation on behalf of the government that pays his sorry ass.But then again its still a change from the propaganda that the gomen is spinning on all MSM.Raja Petra did raised several key issues, such as freedom of speech vs stability of a country,anarchism,the separation of power between legislative,judiciary,and executive,and what's the definition of a good governance.So run along now,give yourselves a reason to watch tv1 again.




















But then again,there's always Youtube. Awwww shucks..too bad.


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Part 3

Shadowfiend

The Raven-Edgar Allen Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door
Only this and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door
Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door;
This it is and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door;
Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;
'Tis the wind and nothing more!"

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered — not a feather then he fluttered
Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never — nevermore'."

But the Raven still beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite — respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil!
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted
On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore
Is there — is there balm in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us — by that God we both adore
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore —
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! — quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted — Nevermore!

What If.....?

Got it from my homeboy Nic,living abroad in the States now,where you gonna be back?

What if World War II was a Real-Time-Strategy Game?

*Hitler[AoE] has joined the game.*
*Eisenhower has joined the game.*
*paTTon has joined the game.*
*Churchill has joined the game.*
*benny-tow has joined the game.*
*T0J0 has joined the game.*
*Roosevelt has joined the game.*
*Stalin has joined the game.*
*deGaulle has joined the game.*
Roosevelt: hey sup
T0J0: y0
Stalin: hi
Churchill: hi
Hitler[AoE]: cool, i start with panzer tanks!
paTTon: lol more like panzy tanks
T0JO: lol
Roosevelt: o this fockin sucks i got a depression!
benny-tow: haha america sux
Stalin: hey hitler you dont fight me i dont fight u, cool?
Hitler[AoE]; sure whatever
Stalin: cool
deGaulle: **** Hitler rushed some1 help
Hitler[AoE]: lol byebye frenchy
Roosevelt: i dont got **** to help, sry
Churchill: wtf the luftwaffle is attacking me
Roosevelt: get antiair guns
Churchill: i cant afford them
benny-tow: u n00bs know what team talk is?
paTTon: stfu
Roosevelt: o yah hit the navajo button guys
deGaulle: eisenhower ur worthless come help me quick
Eisenhower: i cant do **** til rosevelt gives me an army
paTTon: yah hurry the fock up
Churchill: d00d im gettin pounded
deGaulle: this is fockin weak u guys suck
*deGaulle has left the game.*
Roosevelt: im gonna attack the axis k?
benny-tow: with what? ur wheelchair?
benny-tow: lol did u mess up ur legs AND ur head?
Hitler[AoE]: ROFLMAO
T0J0: lol o no america im comin 4 u
Roosevelt: wtf! thats bullsh1t u fags im gunna kick ur asses
T0JO: not without ur harbors u wont! lol
Roosevelt: u little biotch ill get u
Hitler[AoE]: wtf
Hitler[AoE]: america hax, u had depression and now u got a huge fockin army
Hitler[AoE]: thats bullsh1t u hacker
Churchill: lol no more france for u hitler
Hitler[AoE]: tojo help me!
T0J0: wtf u want me to do, im on the other side of the world retard
Hitler[AoE]: fine ill clear you a path
Stalin: WTF u arsshoel! WE HAD A FoCKIN TRUCE
Hitler[AoE]: i changed my mind lol
benny-tow: haha
benny-tow: hey ur losing ur guys in africa im gonna need help in italy soon sum1
T0J0: o **** i cant help u i got my hands full
Hitler[AoE]: im 2 busy 2 help
Roosevelt: yah thats right ***** im comin for ya
Stalin: church help me
Churchill: like u helped me before? sure ill just sit here
Stalin: dont be an arss
Churchill: dont be a commie. oops too late
Eisenhower: LOL
benny-tow: hahahh oh sh1t help
Hitler: o man ur focked
paTTon: oh what now biotch
Roosevelt: whos the cripple now lol
*benny-tow has been eliminated.*
benny-tow: lame
Roosevelt: gj patton
paTTon: thnx
Hitler[AoE]: WTF eisenhower hax hes killing all my sh1t
Hitler[AoE]: quit u hacker so u dont ruin my record
Eisenhower: Nuts!
benny~tow: wtf that mean?
Eisenhower: meant to say nutsack lol finger slipped
paTTon: coming to get u hitler u paper hanging hun cocksocker
Stalin: rofl
T0J0: HAHAHHAA
Hitler[AoE]: u guys are fockin gay
Hitler[AoE]: ur never getting in my city
*Hitler[AoE] has been eliminated.*
benny~tow: OMG u noob you killed yourself
Eisenhower: ROFLOLOLOL
Stalin: OMG LMAO!
Hitler[AoE]: WTF i didnt click there omg this game blows
*Hitler[AoE] has left the game*
paTTon: hahahhah
T0J0: WTF my teammates are n00bs
benny~tow: shut up noob
Roosevelt: haha wut a moron
paTTon: wtf am i gunna do now?
Eisenhower: yah me too
T0J0: why dont u attack me o thats right u dont got no ships lololol
Eisenhower: fock u
paTTon: lemme go thru ur base commie
Stalin: go to hell lol
paTTon: fock this sh1t im goin afk
Eisenhower: yah this is gay
*Roosevelt has left the game.*
Hitler[AoE]: wtf?
Eisenhower: sh1t now we need some1 to join
*tru_m4n has joined the game.*
tru_m4n: hi all
T0J0: hey
Stalin: sup
Churchill: hi
tru_m4n: OMG OMG OMG i got all his stuff!
tru_m4n: NUKES! HOLY **** I GOT NUKES
Stalin: d00d gimmie some plz
tru_m4n: no way i only got like a couple
Stalin: omg dont be gay gimmie nuculer secrets
T0J0: wtf is nukes?
T0J0: holy ****holy****hoyl****!
*T0J0 has been eliminated.*
*The Allied team has won the game!*
Eisenhower: awesome!
Churchill: gg noobs no re
T0J0: thats bull**** u fockin suck
*T0J0 has left
*Eisenhower has left the game.*
Stalin: next game im not going to be on ur team, u guys didnt help me for ****
Churchill: wutever, we didnt need ur help neway dumbarss
tru_m4n: l8r all
benny~tow: bye
Churchill: l8r
Stalin: fock u all
tru_m4n: shut up commie lol
*tru_m4n has left the game.*
benny~tow: lololol u commie
Churchill: ROFL
Churchill: bye commie
*Churchill has left the game.*
*benny~tow has left the game.*
Stalin: i hate u all fags
*Stalin has left the game.*
paTTon: lol no1 is left
paTTon: weeeee i got a jeep
*paTTon has been eliminated.*
paTTon: o sh1t!
*paTTon has left the game.*

Sweeeeeet

Furiuz Styles-Kepala batu

This is dope.

WTF?!!?!?!!

That's the word that came to my mind when I first heard the classic line from this song off his Capital Punishment album by Big Pun.I swear, I nearly flipped when I heard that line :"Dead in the middle of Little Italy / little did we know that we riddled some middlemen who didn't do diddily".My jaw dropped.I had to press pause,rewind back a lil' bit,and listen closely again.4 times.WTFZOMGKNNBCCBTNF.How could anyone string words together like that so seamlessly,spit it so effortlessly, and made it sound so dope?And his weight was like,what,500 freakin pounds?!I don't even have any idea how much is that in kilograms.Big Moon Dawg,R.I.P.

Tale of Two Jins

Found this on emceedavid's blog.Check out the look on hitz.fm's Jin's face after Jin Tha MC was done with him.When Jin Tha MC spits ‘we not related,this is what i do for fun,your girl came wit one jin,now she’s leaving with the other one’ it was like ooooooooohhh..

Keeping it Gangsta

One said that "I was an O.G. in the hood before I turn 22" on his debut album,The Documentary.
The other was already an O.G. when he was in N.W.A, certified double O.G. when he went solo,and became a triple O.G. when he formed Westside Connection and asked the East Coast to Bow Down.
XXL June 2008,with two of my favourite rappers out of Cali,The Game and Ice Cube holding down the Left Coast.Get ready to throw your dubs up,cos' you know it ain't nothin' but a gangsta paaartyy!!

Things you do not expect to see flying around

Admit it,you gangstas and pimps and d-boys,beneath the tough exterior,you secretly dig cartoons.I know I do.I love Dumbo.In fact,I would consider myself an old school Disney fan,Dumbo,Lady and the Tramp,Jungle Book,Little Mermaid,Snow White,Sleeping Beauty,Bambi,Aladdin,Lion King anyone?They used to make good cartoons,with good plots and whatnots,and the characters are just so...real.So human-like.You shed tears when Bambi's mother died (In fact, parents protested the killing scene because their children were so traumatized by it),you go awwww and all warm and fuzzy when Tramp and Lady shared a plate of spaghetti,and want to throw the cup you are holding at the screen when the other elephants boycotted Dumbo's mama.Now they just make shitty fuckups like the mono-colored Brother Bear.Who wanna watch a cartoon about bears anyway?Unless the bear is Baloo. *hums Bare Necessities*

Anyway,the above clip is from Dumbo.I used to love this song a lot,and was one of my favourite parts in the cartoon.Of course back then i did not noticed that the crows were talking in stereotypical African American accents.Having a fag.Or talking in ebonics ("But I've BEEN DONE seen about everything?")Or that they were coincidentally black crows.Maybe it has something to do with Jim Crow? Some would say this is akin to having a minstrel show in a cartoon,but then again here the crows are the good guys who help Dumbo,while the antagonists are those of his own kind.Anyway i still love this movie all the same, and racial stereotyping in cartoons had existed for a long time,and can be evident in a lot of Disney cartoons (or other cartoons for that matter),go watch those old school gems,and maybe you will see some things that you didn't realized when you were seven.

Akon, T-Pain & Snoop Dogg Cartoon Video

Kudos to whoever did this.Damn hilarious,and yes,I hate sohai robotic vocal synthesizers.Well except in Kanye's Stronger.

ZOMGLOLROFLMAOKNNCBCCBWTFTKF

C.O.A.T. (Cutest Of All Time)

I can't stop laughing.Cracks me up every time.Lesson of the day:Happiness comes from the simplest things in life.Even if its just a piece of paper.

Sweetness In The Guise Of A Delivery

Yesterday jovial told me to wait for the postman at 2.30pm sharp.Said got important package for me.So I took a nap around eleven,and woke up around 2pm to wait for Mr.Postman.
Waited.
And waited.
No Mr.Postman.
I put my ears to the ground (I was a scout,you see).Then I heard the sound of a motorbike coming along the road,ever so faintly,the slow vroom-vroom from the distance.



I heard a squeal of the brakes,and the unmistakable sound of tyre skidding across the asphalt,right onto my porch.The smell of burning rubber filled the air.I was puzzled.Mr.Postman do not do this.Delivery guys do not merempit,unless you are working for a couple of fast-food chains...wait.
My heart skipped a beat.Could it be?Could it possibly be the notorious rempit delivery boy?!From This Company?!



It was!Seems like Ay bay bay decided to treat me to some pizza out of her first paycheck while training in Ipoh.Aww..How Sweet!
Then the fucker delivery boy say haven't paid.So I pulled out my gat and shove it in his face.



Rempit boy shitted in his pants and ran.And I continued to eating my pizza in peace.Yum.Thanks bay.

The Bar Is THIS High

For all aspiring emcees, wannabe emcees, already emcees, lazy-pop-music-making emcees,take out your lil' book of rhymes, flip that shit open,and compare your lines and lines of lyrics against the ones below.If you love hip hop,anything less would be uncivilized,and you can just go shave your beard,wash your face,tear off the pages of shit which you call lyrics that you wrote,and start over again.The upper echelons of superb battle rap lyricism came from a then-unknown young white rapper's first album,Infinite in 1996.

313-Eminem feat. Eye-Kyu

[Eminem]
Now what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313
None of these skills you 'bout to see come free
So you wanna be a sweet MC, you gotta become me
If you ever wanna be one see

[Eye-Kyu]
Yo some people say I'm whack, now if that's right
I'm the freshest whack MC that you ever heard, in your lifetime
My slick accapella sounds clever with the beats
Boy I'm the deepest thing since potholes to ever hit the streets
Forgot a gold digger's succubus, my souls thick with ruggedness
With the mic I'm like a dyke, can't no nigga fuck with this
I got more Different Strokes than Philip Drummound
On open mic I bone your women just to keep my lyrics coming (bitch)
We elevated to new heights premeditated
Let it be that I stated they hate it now that they see that I made it
The escalated can be put to the test of greatness
Snatch the heart from MC's and I ate it
So I take it that's the reason I'm hated
To represent my temperment
If rap was a dick all you so called hard MC's would not be impotent
But pimping it, and acting like you could rock a show (so)
Harder than LL's Rock the Bells, but you is a ho (now)
Everything that you collaborate I lacerate
My rhymes they keep coming like nympho maniacs that masturbate
At a faster rate, yeah I got something for your ass to hate
I blasterate, and have you all running master gates
And as for face clutching and touching the flows
I got them open like marijuana smoke up in your nose
Bucking these hoes, I got that shit down to a science
Leaving them hot and bothered, turned on like an appliance
Defiance, no we won't have that
You want your shit to blow up?
Well I'ma stuff some dynamite in your ass crack
And blast that shit to kingdom come
Then bring them some of this real hip-hop
I drop beats and you ain't singing or gonna do a thing about
And you all knew from Meeko
That you couldn't hold your own with the strength of Lou Forigno
So stop that bullshit and flow
Yo, you need to come with the real skills, and act like you know

Chorus

[Eminem]
So what, you know about a sweet MC, in the 313
You don't know shit so when you see one flee
You can be Run-D, you'll never beat the MC
I'll stop the alphabet at S and got it down to a T
I'm sure your bound to agree, a sweet MC crashes the spot
I'll make the roof hot like I was Rock Master Scott
Your ass forgot, so just in case you don't remember me
I'll run your brain around the block to jog your fucking memory
It's either them or me man, kill or be killed
You will and be sealed your casket closed you still gonna be billed
My facilities filled with fans, packed to capacity
I'll send a rapper back with the crack of his ass shitty
If he's acting soft and he cowers
He better come cleaner then Jay Rue jacking off when he showers
You flowers got no clout with a thing
You could date a stick of dynamite and wouldn't go out with a bang
I showered the slang, simple as A,B,C's
Skip over the D's and rock the microphone with E's
Dethrone MC's and I'ma max alone
Relax your dome like a solo from a saxophone
So facts are known, writers get treated with shocks
I rock a beat harder then you could beat it with rocks
I'm greeted with flocks, of fellow follower's singers
You couldn't make the fans throw up their hands if they swallowed their fingers
But you can bring yours let's see what you got
But don't front and never try to be what you're not
'cause you can be quick, jump the candlestick, burn your back
And fuck Jill on a hill, but you still ain't Jack

Chorus

The Whatever-Goes-Neverending-Story

One day I was walking by,when I saw this guy, gave me an awkward eye,so I went up to him and say:'Watup,fool?You want me to pop a cap in your ass?',to which he whipped out a namecard which says DICK on one side,and ENS on the other.At this point I was so offended that I could tahan no longer and was about to take out my fofo', when the mild looking man,who look a lil' somethin' like this,



said:'I'm sorry my dear friend,I did not meant to look at you sir oh so strangely,sir,my name is Charles,and I'm looking for a man known as David Copperfield to perform some magic tricks for my son's sixth birthday,and I heard that he is quite the expert in that sorta thing,and his equally funny and talented assistant Oliver twists some of the most amazing tales of two cities that lived goblins,pixies and whatnots.I had such great expectations for them,if everything goes well I would like them to come over for Christmas,Carol,my missus by the way,love magic tricks!I heard he holds the secret to the power of flight,and has this old curiosity shop which sells strange trinkets from a faraway land..'he paused and looked at me eagerly.'Do you know where he is?'he enquired.After hearing all this BS from him,I decided to put one in his head and end this shebang,when out of the blue I heard a voice:'BERHENTI SEKARANG!'

To be continued.

Me is Ordinary People.

Ordinary People - John Legend

Girl, I'm in love with you
But this ain't the honeymoon
We've passed the infatuation phase
We're right in the thick of love
At times we get sick of love
It seems like we argue every day

I know I misbehaved
And you made your mistakes
And we've both still got room left to grow
And though love sometimes hurts
I still put you first
And we'll make this thing work
But I think we should take it slow

We're just ordinary people
We don't know which way to go
Cause we're ordinary people
Maybe we should take it slow

Take it slow, oh oh, this time we'll take it slow
Take it slow, oh oh, this time we'll take it slow

This ain't a movie, no
No fairytale conclusion y'all
It gets more confusing every day
Sometimes it's Heaven sent
Then we head back to Hell again
We kiss, then we make up on the way

I hang up, you call
We rise and we fall
And we feel like just walking away
As our love advances
We take second chances
Though it's not a fantasy
I still want you to stay

We're just ordinary people
We don't know which way to go
Cause we're ordinary people
Maybe we should take it slow

Take it slow, oh oh, this time we'll take it slow
Take it slow, oh oh, this time we'll take it slow
Take it slow

Maybe we'll live and learn
Maybe we'll crash and burn
Maybe you'll stay
Maybe you''ll leave
Maybe you'll return
Maybe another fight
Maybe we won't survive
Maybe we'll grow
We'll never know
Baby, you and I

We're just ordinary people
We don't know which way to go
Cause we're ordinary people
Maybe we should take it slow, hey

We're just ordinary people
We don't know which way to go
Cause we're ordinary people
Maybe we should take it slow

Take it slow, oh oh, this time we'll take it slow
Take it slow, oh oh, this time we'll take it slow
Take it slow

Take it slow, oh oh, this time we'll take it slow
Take it slow, oh oh, this time we'll take it slow