anne’s sponge

                     I

I’m nothing special, nowhere great.            

Do stupid things, regret too late.

Like a child who can’t be told.

I’m a fool who bends the rules.

But, listen, hey….

(Chorus)

Don’t care, it’s not fair.

What crap these people say.

Who’s to say what’s wrong or right.

Don’t bring me down today.

Don’t stare, oh I’m aware.

Someday it‘s gonna be okay.

Don’t worry about tomorrow.

We’ll all have better days.

                       II

We had something special, something great.

We came close to heaven’s gates.

But now it’s gone and who’s to blame.

                    Can’t stand this fu**in’ game.

                              Didn’t hear HER+ say…..

          (Chorus again)

Don’t care about tomorrow.

Don’t let me down today.

(NOTE: +Or HIM. This song isn’t really gender specific.

He plays the harmonica and thumps his own beat in my keyboard (if I’m lucky, coz other times he clobbers anything). Completely oblivious of spectators and undaunted about his performance, he sways his head to some tune he made up and with words I swear I have never heard of in my entire life. Watching my 2 ½ yr old son so sure of himself was like a nudge telling me to carry on with my music. It’s a breather for me, being able to write and SING what I write.

So here I post my second song entitled “DON’T”, the melody of which I still try to hone. (Somebody out there with a melody in mind, let me know.) Total opposite of my first one, this song is more crude than refined. Please excuse me, I get this way sometimes. But if you give it a chance, there’s something tender past its hardened shell. DON’T tell me you didn’t feel it.