Cigarettes After Sex - K.

I remember when I first noticed that you liked me back
We were sitting down in a restaurant waiting for the check
We had made love earlier that day with no strings attached
But I could tell that something had changed how you looked at me then

Kristen, come right back
I've been waiting for you to slip back in bed
When you light the candle

And on the Lower East Side you're dancing with me now
And I'm taking pictures of you with flowers on the wall
Think I like you best when you're dressed in black from head to toe
Think I like you best when you're just with me
And no one else...

Kristen, come right back
I've been waiting for you to slip back in bed
When you light the candle

And I'm kissing you lying in my room
Holding you until you fall asleep
And it's just as good as I knew it would be
Stay with me I don't want you to leave...

Kristen, come right back
I've been waiting for you to slip back in bed
When you light the candle

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I'm a Forest Full of Animals.

And I chocolate you.

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Whisper.

It is nice to share earphone with you and listen to a song together while talking about some little things about life. You have a good taste in music, it's the first point that makes me enjoy it. You introduced me to many good musicians that I'd love but have never heard about before. You also never talk too much while a good song is playing, and that's what makes it a supporting second point. Mostly you and I just sit still in silence until the end of the song ends. You smell good too. I couldn't believe any human being living in this world could smell as good as you.

Remember that time when we listened together to Youth Lagoon on the rooftop? That was euphoric. And by reminiscing it now I wonder, maybe the moment when we first crossed sight God whispered to me: "let there be love."

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Every little thing will be fine.

Everything will be fine. Time heals. Habits rule distance. Let go and forget. Be nice to the rest of the world. Make yourself worthy of being happy. Say "I love you" to your loved ones.

Wait, maybe a little longer but just wait. This will all make sense someday.

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Longing.

"Aku rindu kota itu!" Bisik suara dalam kepalaku kala pertama kali kami bertemu.

Ada rindu atas hasrat untuk berpindah yang sendu di sini. Tentang bagaimana aku terus memegang harap untuk bertemu lampu kota yang baru, atau jutaan bintang yang redup.

Ada rindu atas angin 60 kilometer per jam dalam kata-kata ini. Tentang rasukannya di sela-sela bulu tangan dan kulit pipiku, serta dekapan lembutnya di dadaku.

Ada pula rindu atas bayangan pohon mahoni jam setengah lima sore. Tentang sela-sela dedaunannya yang tertembus cahaya matahari di langit yang menjingga, serta sejuknya udara hasil fotosintesa.

Ada rindu atas lagu-lagu sendu tak berlirik dalam kalimat ini. Tentang bagaimana aku berandai-andai seolah menjadi pemeran utama dalam sebuah sinema pendek yang berakhir indah.

Ada rindu atas tenangnya sore hari juga. Saat melihat para pekerja pulang membawa harap akan senyum anak-anaknya, ibu-ibu yang menyapu halaman rumah, serta anak-anak yang berlarian di lapangan sepak bola.

Ada rindu atas mimpi yang tertahan di sini. Tentang tenang, bintang dan lampu kota, hembusan angin, udara sejuk, musik sinematis, juga langit berwarna jingga.

Ku susun rinduku, ku simpulkan serat-seratnya menjadi satu, ku pelajari lagi alurnya, lalu ku lemparkan sebuah pertanyaan.

Jika memang itu yang ku rindukan, lalu apakah rindu ini tentang tempat yang ku tuju, atau kah perjalanan untuk menujunya? Atau mungkin rindu ini tentang sesuatu yang lain?

Aku dan suara dalam kepalaku berdiskusi setiap malam tentang itu. "Aku tak tahu, yang jelas kau merindukan itu," ujarnya. Dengan senyum yang tertahan dan dalam bahasa yang tak seorang pun di dunia ini (kecuali kami) mengerti, aku katakan: "Aku benar-benar setuju."

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Langit Merah Surabaya Kini

Langit merah kota Surabaya

Banyak asap di sana

Banyak mimpi ku lihat dari atas sini

Melambung satu per satu bagai balon yang semakin meninggi

Lampu lampu kota yang berkedip di bawah telapakku

Adalah gundukkan kata yang tak terucap tanpa riuhmu

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The S.I.G.I.T. - Owl And Wolf

We don’t need to speak our names
And our things that float in between
Let me haze over by your side
Under your wings as king and queen
We dance the shadow of these lonely pines
And tonight we follow the rhythm of this howling wolf

We sing a song of our midnight glamour
Our eyes illuminate in high and low
I see the fire of black hole’s gates
To keep us holding on until the light breaks
We are the stealer of the stars tonight

And silently we sing the echoes of this crying wolf

Under the crescent shades, we hide, dance and sing
And widely awake
Rovers of the mountain forgotten away
We hold the lights of these silent nights
Time goes by for these own and wolf

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