raining money

Bee Anne raining money

The villagers get happy

A few miserable thousands

They think they strike lottery

The decades of the familiar tales

Near to the general election

The Bee Anne roll out the machines

The sweet coated honey let them fall asleep

Bee Anne raining money

The black dogs go barking

The crony newspapers published

They don't say it's taxpayers monies

One half of society

They are left to fend themselves

They don't see the meaning

They know it's fishing for votes

The villagers have to wake up

Enough of the Pied Piper's dream

Learn to work hard and be your own

The world is borderless to everybody

the black art 2

You do the black art

You think you can get it easily

Take away others hard earned money

You feel the warm of it

The demon that plays on your greed

He lets you stay within his reach

When the day he will take it all

You will learn the pain and the truth

The growing up years in the village

Heard about the black art and its woes

Nothing is free on others misery

The practioners will have to pay

The short sighted individuals

Learning the black art for greed

The payback doesn't worth the pain

The burning cauldron it never fades!

sebatien musings

Look at me

I am like my dad

Clean head no hair

It shines all the time

Maybe I bring the sun rays

Brightened up the house...

Then I can run around

Let my dad chase after me

Right now I am in pictures

My mommy taking it to show around

The small circle I can be popular

My big bright eyes and chubby cheek

My grandmother will carry me

Walking around the house

My big sister? She always hang around

Hoping she can rock me gently on her lap

Look at me

In no time I will be grown

Like my dad maybe in the years

I want to see the world..

the art of black magic 1

The art of black magic

The practioners will have to pay

Nothing is free in its world

The payback time will be the pain

I heard of a story

About a man who practised the art

He could summon any woman he desired

By just touching her hand or any part of her body

He didn't have to say anything

The woman would find where he lived

He had his time and his lusts

Until he got married and had children

His children died one after another

Until he realized what he had done previously

He swore he would not teach anybody

The art of black magic

Many guys approached him

Passed his art to them

He told them his pain

So he said he would take it in his death

His wife eventually left him

When she realized what he did

The man died a lonely death

He took his art with him

Now there are syndicates

Using the familiar art of black magic

The women target the old folks

Take their monies and jewelry

The pain for the women

They will receive the just treatment

Now they don't think of it

The punishment will come eventually

it's saturday night

It's Saturday Night

The midnight date

In the city of lights

Where nights never sleep

The city of fun

The joy in the company

Know where to hit the drinking holes

The eyes glow the body talk

It's Saturday Night

The women and men meet

In the watering holes

Forgetting reality for a while

The boom boom music

It block out any conversation

It's just drinking and touching

Of the night of strokes and smile

The boom boom night

The foreplay in subtle strokes

The joy and lust in bottle beers

It's Saturday Night

the goal keeper must change

The bags of money

He brings on his rounds

Felda settlers again

Tens of millions to smile

Suddenly Felda settlers

They are the wooing crowd

It leaves the farmers

On the wayward road

The farmers in Bidor

They are crying hard

The land they grow greens

The bulldozers came

These farmers don't ask for money

They just want land to farm produce

The agricultural products for the Nation

They are left behind to cry

You don't hear Am See Egg

Fighting for them

Pakatan can only talk

It's not the government

Now the time

The goal keeper must change

Too many goals no defence skills

It looks on the face of the Nation

if proton can't box

If Proton can't box

After nearly 3 decades

It's time to close shop

Cut the losses

Hyundai cars

The South Koreans make it global

It has the reach and skills

It can stand on its own

Here Proton

Crying like baby

Even the cronies and rent seekers

Thinking of their own

The taxpayers shouldn't fund the parasites

It has been for decades to prop up cronies

Even Thailand becomes Detroit of Asia

Proton can't even rev it up high

Pakatan is right

Cut the taxes

Let the competition begins

Proton wake up on your own

ah guan's apom balik

Ah Guan's apom balik

On the island of Penang

His tricycle waits at Burmah Road

The best on the island

Many cars will stop by

Every model will arrive

The day will never stop

He's busy getting it done

Once you taste it

You will not stop eating

The apom balik just waters in

Even keeping it overnight it tastes good

The last I was with him

It was years ago waiting at his stall

I ordered 200 pieces.....

Sharing his tales and the hard times he had

He has one student

In Malacca he stays

He never simply teaches any one

He says he has to keep his value

Ah Guan's apom balik

He's still operating on the same spot

His customers base aged gracefully like him

He stays there from morning to at night

one day at night

One day at night

In the closing time

In the night club

The night intercourse ruled

The music had died

The lights had gone

The smell of sweat, cigars and beers

In the basement night

The bouncer and one GRO

They had the relationship in the night

Nobody was around to witness them

They thought they were alone

One day at night

In the Century of time

The night copulation

The sound of hitting board

The story went around

The bouncer couldn't deny

He didn't say yes or no

He had nothing to defend

One day at night

In the basement dark dim light

The bouncer and a GRO

They thought they were alone

wave bee anne goodbye

Bee Anne tricks

The leaders always say

They can bring developments

But at price to the environment?

The leaders keep harping on it

As if the people never know the truth

It's the money machine on the roll

Let the cronies take the toll

Pakatan can do it

When the party takes over Putrajaya

The party has the leaders

The visions and the go getter

Bee Anne has its time

Time for us to wave goodbye

Goodbye to the side alleys

Alleys to learn how to be humble

Bee Anne wants to cement its role

The people shouldn't allow it to happen

It is too long for the party to stay in power

Until the leaders forget the people are kings

Now we should wave them goodbye

Let them live in the opposite camp

Let them learn the role of self service

Bee Anne leaders have forgotten the role

the rivals

The two rival business

Adjoining side by side

For the young crowd

Of university and college

In the night of neon light

The waiting for the crowd

The parking bays available

In this part of the new town

One unit is fully occupied

The young crowd walk in

With cars and motorcycles

Parking front of the shop

The rival business

It is empty of crowd

Maybe it is the price

Maybe the food...

In food business

Once you make a mistake

It sticks like a sour thumb

Customers will talk a long time

The two rival business

One a thriving crowd

The other empty in the night

Maybe it is the food and price

the baby boy grows

A month old

The baby boy grows

In the light of many eyes

He knows he isn't alone

He sees the familiar faces

They are always around

Sometimes he wonders

In his eyes sparkling bright

He looks at the young girl

She always looks at him

She whispers “I am your big sister

You can play with my toys”

The baby boy smile

Imagine of the toys

In his mind he knows

He will have his own

A month old

The baby boy called Sebastien

He wriggles his small fingers

Smiling the familiar faces

they don't tell they are the cause of it

The running dogs

They bark and they go

In the day in the night

Behind backdoors

They whisper

The way of lost empire

In the distance they echo

The drum beat of their barking

In behind the scenes

The running dogs hatching plans

They can't sleep peacefully

They dream of their lost of income

They stare at the master

Growing fat and no generating skills

They don't complain

They have the crumbs falling

They tell the good parts

They don't tell they are the cause of it

On the streets of the people's minds

They can't fool them again

together we make the difference

Alone we can't make a change

We can shout until our voices float away

Nothing will be heard; no echo no solution

We are just alone in the numbers game

The dictators and leaders of power

They will divide making fear the solution

They bend the will of the people

Divided people the dictators flourish

They don't listen to our cries

They know we are alone no base to fight

We are at their mercy day and night

We are fools and we know it

Then people change

The organization of people

They speak in one voice one determination

One drumbeat the people make the waves

Young and old the world over

They join forces in the cyber world

Together they make the difference

Together we are a force to be recognized

you have a chance to change

Now you have a chance to change

You shouldn't lose this opportunity

In the months on your way

Take it to change the face of our time

The corrupted and greedy face

It has to go before we can achieve our potential

The country is crying for us to help her

This is the moment a chance to make history

We have been fooled many times

In the decades under the ruling elites

The leaders are still manufacturing their games

They don't want to change

They just want to transform

When the structures still the same

The tentacles just coated with new paint

The faces painted in bright red colour

We have seen the old foundation

The rotten smell the sign of diseases

We can't be hanging around for long

Now we have the opportunity

We must strike the gong

Let us all united and march for change

We can't live in the debts of the country

Make it worst by the spending spree

the beauty in the eyes

The plastic surgery

On the face to look pretty

There are no spots to find

Even the aging lines all disappear

The fable of mirror, mirror, on the wall

It's the plastic surgeon to make it tall

You pay the money the aging can be reversed

On the physical appearance the beauty glow

The women in our society

The glamour and gossiping flow

They can't live with the aging souls

Mirror, mirror, don't let us grow old

The physical beauty

On the cover of men's magazines

The ogle in their eyes

The dreams of the moonlight

The plastic surgery

The pain for beauty sake

The painted face when it comes

The beauty in the men's magazines

second chance

Second chance

Don't lose your way

Use it to change

Live in the positive days

Every moment a blessing

Don't you know about it?

The life you walk

It brings you joy

Second chance

Sing it every day

You should feel bless

You shouldn't feel sorry

The day it brings

Live the moments

You mustn't throw it away

The gift doesn't come easily

go into the ring proton

Proton

You were made for a ride

In the beginning

So much hope and pride

Now you are a burden

You can't compete

You have no direction

You have no skills

You need handout

Millions of taxpayers' monies

You give us a tin can car

You don't have guaranteed

It's time you compete

In the international markets

You can't be spoon fed anymore

We have enough of your burden

The ruling elites

Lift the excise and import taxes

It is time to play a fair game

The people will change

it doesn't worth the money

The matured women

In the market place

They will talk and gossip

About the victims

The China Dolls

Brought in by the syndicate

The women duped the matured women

By using charms or black magic

There were a few

They lost their monies

One was $20k another $200K

The China Dolls got it away

Now the women are on guard

Don't talk to strangers don't go alone

It's better to be with company

The China Dolls will run

The China Dolls

It doesn't worth the money

There will be no redemption

You will always go in pain

don't go sleeping

How many times we have to listen?

When the truth they want to hide?

They never want to share with the masses

They just want us to be the fools

They don't look at the water flow

The rubbish clogged the rivers and drains

They just want us to forget

When the truth they want to hide?

The logging activities run

They think of the wealth they get

Behind the scenes they just approved

Until the nature lovers drumming cry

The laws they want to change

The sincerity never in the first place

The clout of the law still remains

They don't want to lose their games

How many times we have to keep watch?

The leaders we put them up to serve

They just want us to be the fools

When the truth they want to hide?

the old lady walks

The old lady walks

In her morning days

Even it is haze

She will not forget

She walks upright

The backbone straight

Walking with ease of flow

She walks at her steady paces

She will put others to shame

The way she makes herself feeling fit

In the morning of her walk

The old lady never forgets

Though her skin aged

She walks with her speed

For her age others should look up

She may tell something or two

wake up and change your thinking

The time for the people

Wake up and change your thinking

The goods and money you received

It isn't the ruling elites money

It is your money returning back to you

The taxes you pay for the years you work

It is your right to receive it

It isn't from the sweat and tears of the ruling elites

So you mustn't get fooled to believe it is

You mustn't get influenced by the sparkling gold

You know the drill by now

Every time the election is near

The ruling elites rolling out its machines

The goods and money and everything can be done

Within weeks you will see the results

But you know it will not last

When you vote them in

You will lose more than before

So you better wise up

Don't get fooled again

You have enough for the last 55 years

I have; now I am going to change it