Four months and I have no inspiration or whatsoever to write songs. It is frustrating not to write anything. So tonight, I put aside all the potential social obligations, all the nonsense that I would have done in a routine basis. I sat down and tried to write something. Just anything. And then something came into my mind. I started with some pretty funky chord progression and in the end, discarded them into thin air. I am in dire need to produce some fast paced materials (because in live performance, people fall asleep with slow ones sad to say). Out of my comfort zone, I penned down some lyrics and had such a hard time finding the melody to go with it. Oh well, I tried …
PINS INSIDE MY HEAD
It’s not here neither is there
Feeling like fish out of the sea
Intoxicated, without a cause
Falling like peddles onto the tiles
It is not black neither is white
The question within, the query inside
Lost in words struggling inside
Falling into an empty glass
When I am with you I feel the pins inside my head
When I am with you I feel like spinning round and round and I …
I cannot see where we are heading, no matter how I try
I cannot see where I was heading before this night
This path of no return
The air is sweet, it is dark outside
I want to breath but it’s smoky inside
I want to take you somewhere far …
Away from this chaos devouring this passion we may have
Sinking deep into this paradox of what we cannot have
Surfacing from this boundary of our rational minds
Falling deep into this sweetness …
When I am with you I feel the pins inside my head
When I am with you I feel like spinning round and round and I …
I cannot see where we are heading, no matter how I try
I cannot see where I was heading before this night
I cannot see where we are heading, no matter how I try
I cannot see where I was heading before this night
Copyright ©2007 by Wilfrid K. F. Wong. All Rights Reserved.

