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oh you naughty men!

some men just make me speechless.
damien rice. coldplay.

their music is so - i don't have the exact word for them. the closest i can get is emotional. it's far from humane emotional. its heavenly.

it's brillant music, a commerical success. to break it down technically, its has good simple words, great chords and my brain is an old cynic.

but when i close my eyes, its a different story. beneath the howling coming from my vocal chords,
i can feel my heart singing.

it's speaking another language, its screaming words, its telling me to need someone, it's pushing me to cry at the quaint sadness that's beautiful.

it's fodder for the soul. its need without getting.
it's sadness. its pity. its wondrous.

I was just guessing at numbers and figures
Pulling the puzzles apart
Questions of science, science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart


argh. why are all these men un-reachable famous singerss? or why am i a small town singaporean "kia".
:(