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Entri terakhir: untuk Yoana Vennezia

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Waktu itu tak berujung. Kita hidup di satu masa. Awalnya, lagu Akad oleh Payung Teduh terasa tidak relevan, setidaknya bagiku. Maksudnya, terlalu banyak muda-mudi kebelet nikah yang dengan sengaja meneriakkan lagu itu ke telinga orang. Memang, musiknya mudah didengar dan ringan. Tapi, kupikir liriknya tidak sekuat lagu Untuk Perempuan yang Sedang di Pelukan. Tapi, hari ini, lagu Akad seperti tiba-tiba merasuki aku. Tapi, aku gak menye-menye; aku tidak kebelet nikah, aku tetap sama. Tapi, entah mengapa lirik yang ringan itu cocok untuk meningat kamu, Yo. Aransemen musiknya tidak menyedihkan, tapi menyenangkan. Mungkin, sudah seharusnya itu yang aku, Tane, Iki dan yang lain rasakan. Kami gak perlu sedih soal kepergianmu itu. Kami, seharusnya, mengingat hidupmu itu, Yo. Hidupmu itu layak kami apresiasi setinggi-tingginya. Kamu sudah bantu aku berubah. Tahu gak? Aku gak pernah nangis di pemakaman, Yo. Tapi, kemarin aku seperti tidak kenal siapa aku. Dinding dan tampilan tangguh ya

Children of Night

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I am a child of the dark, A lover to silence, Into the darkness I hide, From the dangers in daylight No men yelling, No women gossiping, No machine running, Only me thinking Strange.. There is rainbow tonight, She surrounds the moon, Like flies to light The skies are clear The clouds are real The stars, they smile The cold hugs me tight My mistress is the night, And the moon is my light, A man would drop his might, When he lay under the moon tonight

Foolish Glamor

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Into the city, I have gone Walk down the road, On my own In its’ heart there lies, A huge building made of stone Filled with people, Mostly young and glamorous The young look like zombies, Walking down with their phones Wearing fancies, Never forget their selfies I have seen the young in the parks, In the bench they kiss Even in schools, They kiss I have seen a young man, With so many earrings, Pierced in his ears His face, it is too pale to see I have seen a young lady, Wearing beautiful dress Made from the hide of the dead, Held her chins high They do not know, The deceased forefathers They do not know, The tongues of the old They do not care, The people on welfare They do not care, The war affair They are walking, They look dead For they forget, That ignorance is not a bliss..

Fire, Burns

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Here I am sitting, In my chair this morning No birds flying or singing, They sit in despair crying I have traveled to the forest, Where they say there are people living in the trees All I see is flat fields, With palm trees I have seen the death of a giant, Decapitated in the ground, no ivories I have seen the death of a king In the fireplace his head is hanging He who cares scream in silence He who burns all, dominates all What are we? What have we become?

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