the angels cry

The angels cry

The pouring of grieving tears

The feeling of pain

The people fall into the drain

The angels cry

Telling us what a day to waste

We can't see the right and wrong

We are blinded by the glare of gold

In the drain

Of dirty water, debris and smell

We never know how to fight back

We are the cows tied to the ropes

The angels cry

The pouring of rain

The dripping of droplets

The sound of our misery

get the goals

Pakatan Rakyat

You got the popular votes

You never got the cake

You got swindled by fraud

Bee Anne

The blue got the waves

They got the cake

They ate in full

With smiles around

They hid the crafty work

The dubious voters

The ink seemed not to stain

The battle is not lost

In politics it is never ending job

Prepare now for GE14

Let the twister make the call

the small preacher

The small preacher

Sitting on the mat

With his head scarf

He smiles around

Some called him Sebbie Habibi

Others say Sebbie Arafat

The moderate road he takes

On the mat he waves

There is nothing really

“You follow my lead

This way and that road

It leads to me...”

Ah Loong Cai looks at you

Eyes glow with his play

Open his hands wide

“You all love me right?”

He smiles widely

No words need to say

Every one looks at him

The small preacher waves

a new dawn of light never shines

The dust had settled

The winners and losers

On the battlefields

The boxes stood its ground

The EC has to explain

The dubious voters around

The indelible ink

It never stays in days

The money politics

It seemed to go around

The rich tycoons gave a hand

The rumours went around

The non-Malays woke up

Knowing it had to happen

The country future is at stake

The generations will come after that

It is only the conservative Malays

They couldn't shake off their view

They still think they need protection

Even for the last 56 years....!

A new dawn of light?

It never happens today

It has to go for the next round

GE14 the sleeping of Bee Anne

it never happens in malaysia

The dawn of change

It never happens in Malaysia

The people never want to exchange

For a better future ahead

They still pick Bee Anne

The village folks can't think far ahead

They have decided to stay as before

The simple life in the village

The expectation was high

For the years before the general election

Now the results came home

A sad day for the nation

Our debts will shoot up

It will go to $560 billion and more

By then who will get the blame?

The people who vote Bee Anne

The corridor of power

The dark shadow wins the race

The time will be the next round

The fight hasn't finished yet

it has to be today

This is it!

The day of our history

The day we wish our glory

The day the Nation will smile

The mood in the morning crowd

The polling station where I have gone

The sense of change pervades in the air

This is “Ini kalilah!”

The people must realize

Bee Anne has governed a long time

For the baby boomers it is a long try

It is time to get the monkey off the back

The clear morning sky

The sun rays showing the time

The moment of our history

It has to be today!

tomorrow the history of our nation

Tomorrow we will go

The day of our lives

In our hands

The destiny and choice

Don't swallow the advertisements

Bee Anne used it to invent fear

They think it will work

It is their own fear they lived

Tomorrow we will celebrate

The history of our Nation

We will be free of the corrupted regime

We will build the bright future for all

Tomorrow we must know

Our future in our hands

It is time to let go

Bee Anne has to sleep

the frogs have gone

The frogs have gone

Once they were the catch

Now they are forgotten

Maybe sleeping with the millions

They croak with joy

No hard work no campaign

They enjoy the dip of the pool

Feeling the world at their finger tips

They forget the age old saying

In the next life we have to pay

What we do in our present life

The good and bad we do will be judged

Now as we wake up tomorrow

The day of our choice and recognition

This is “Ini kalilah!”

Bee Anne has to go

the race of the bulls

The race of the bulls

The shapes all the same

The colours vary

On the stretch of quiet road

The thumping hooves

The barking loudly

Don't you see?

The race of the bulls

They make the day

A sight to watch

The falling brown leaves

Swaying along with the breezing beats

The race of the bulls

Don't you see?

Every one has its own run

Puffing along the quiet road

For the prize of meaty bones

it is not there for you to forget

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The root of where you came

You have to remember when you chase your dream

It is not there for you to forget

It is there for you to stay firm on your ground

Some people don't want to remember

They just want to forget their beginning

They will concoct lies to tell their stories

It will be a sad day when they are found out

Nobody can forget their history

Where they came and how they lived

When the dreams had made it through

They should be grateful of their background

In the world of chasing dreams

In the world of materialistic wants

Many have lost sight of their backgrounds

Many have lost sight of their religions

In the end they find no joy

The dreams they have lost along the way

What they see is a world of kickbacks

The corruption rears its ugly head

If they remember their roots

They will survive in the world they live

The hardships they once endured

The religion once they knew

the small king

The small king

His knights of the long table

Sitting coolly in the misty hill

Of a hide away place

When the meeting is over

He smiles for the camera

The knights of the long table

They go his way too

The chocolate on the poster

The small king never knows

He just happy with his knights

On the cool misty hill

The peace of the day

The sign says it all

Be happy on the trail

The footprints web of memories

the perakians want pakatan

Perak will fall

Into the hands of Pakatan

The unfinished business

The Perakians want it to finish

The people of Perak

They don't forget the back door

The cheats of their rights

Of a state government by right

Bee Anne tries to honey coated it

With projects and goodies given away

Thinking Perakians will forget

Who will through back door?

The unfinished business

It's now finally has a return

The Pakatan will administer the State

When the dust is settled with a clear cut majority

it is our destiny to decide

When the day is done

When all have been said

The voting power we have

It's our destiny to decide

The party which rules

The leaders in government should provide

The bread and butter for the people

There shouldn't be any crumbs throwing around

There shouldn't be any begging

By any community for worthwhile funding

For the benefits of the people

In pursuit of their happiness

All must be treated equally before the law

There shouldn't be any caste system or division of class

We the people must have the rights to our wealth and labour

For the country belong to us; the people of the land

Don't let Bee Anne fool you

Its leaders want you to beg

They want you to know their power

When they are in the driving seat

This is “Ini kalilah!”

The people must stay united

Vote out the regime vote for change

The crooks will run away into the arms of prison gate

don't let fear rule

Don't let fear rule

This isn't the time to do

Go out and get it done

You will do your duty

Right on the ballot box

The dubious voters

The allegations on the round

EC will keep quiet

Else giving all kind of excuses

The planes load of voters

Flying in from the East

EC only laughing it off

“Show me the proof”

The indelible ink

The initial voters claimed otherwise

EC only gives the lame excuse

There is the alleged conspiracy to cheat?

Do you want to know the truth?

Vote for Pakatan Rakyat

When the dust has settled at night

A new song will be heard in the morning

the eye of a new hope

The quiet shadows

Sitting around the field

The mute silence

The dark sky descends

The flags waving

Initially it has the fever

The voices and shouts

The fever on the high

The sea of blue

The field colours by it

Then the screen shows

The silence of the shadows

When the dust has settled

When the screaming has gone

When the gravy train finally stops

Bee Anne bites the dust

The rise of the Rocket

The ascension of the Moon

The Eye of a new hope

It shines in the blossoming night

the crumbs can forget

The Chinese have left

They know what to do

They aren't swayed by the promises

Talk is easy; doing it is the hardest

Everything the Chinese wanted

They have to beg for it for years

They have to ask for alms or donations

Just they can carry on with their activities

The Chinese aren't afraid

Of the chaos in their lives

They have lived with it

Through history in their DNA

The Chinese are the largest tax payers

They helped the country grow in leaps and bounds

Yet in politics they are bashed about

They aren't appreciated for their contributions

When Bee Anne struggling to live

The leaders come out with many options and promises

The Chinese know what they have to do

The crumbs will not stay on their plates anymore

the distance has no wall

The bird watchers

Sitting on the rattan chairs

Watching with patience

With cigarettes puffing smoke

The early morning rays

The windy breezes under the shade

The sound of the birds

The moving vehicles driving by

No words need to say

The sharing of common traits

The smoking rings floating in the air

The humming birds never fly in

It's the smoking rings

Capturing the images of the morning

The shadows keep the dancing flow

The distance has no wall in the watch

when the day has come

When the day has come

You don't have to worry about the rest

You take your will to cast the right choice

Then you listen to the softly breezes...

The right choice is to change

The road you have traveled often

The addiction you get to feed

Now the time to get free

When the day has come

You will not stand alone

You can feel the freedom flow

You will hear the angels sing to you

When you look around

The faces seem to glow

In their eyes you will see

There will be no lies to spread

When the day has come

The glow in the sky

You will feel good to change

The turn around for a better day

the web of memories

The many steps

On the walk to plant prints

Of the moments the time came

The memories of passing breezes

Many came to see

Living in the moments of history

Of the centuries passing by long ago

Like the steps walking up to meet

Live in the thought

Among the crowd who shared

Mingling in the hot breezes wind

Listening to the echo of a time

All the while it's the footprints

Each will leave it behind

Along the corridor of the mind

The web of memories the history of the time

there is a new ray of hope

One sided advertisements

And they think they can win?

Using its own members to praise

When there is no alternative response

Is this the way to go for the country?

Own praises will sink to its hollowness

The walls crumble around

The eyes refuse to see

The minds refuse to accept

The fate ending of the prophecy

It is the crumbling down of walls

The goodbye of an empire

The termites have gotten hold

The structures are decayed

There is no escape

There is no reason to stand

No amount of transformation will survive

The infestation has taken its hold

The aroma of decay has spread

Only the blind will sing own praises

When the sound of crumbling has fallen

It's the new ray of hope the sky smiling to us

the directions on the tree

The directions on the tree

The big fat tree standing alone

With name cards telling it why

“When you are lost stay down with me”

The tourist island

The escape for a while

Living the dreams

Walking on the beach

The crowd of summer

The hot sun lazing the island

The people of the world

The big fat tree with its directions

“Are you lost?

On the island you make your day”

The hot breezes coming from the sea

The lazing under the sun

sing the song of freedom

Sing the song of freedom

When we wake up on May 6

The morning must be bright and glow

A bit cloudy maybe a misty flow on the main range

The solidarity of the people

The colour is blind the mind is free

With our collective efforts

The ruling elites and cronies will run

The dark forces may try to cheat

The watchful eyes of the hounding dogs

The gnawing teeth bearing its anger

The little demons will not appear

Sing the song of freedom

When the day is done and gone

We will have a new page to write

And history will enter its first entry

the game of cheats

The game of cheats

It just never forgets

When power getting away

The fearful will try all means

The onslaught of public relations

Using the media, televisions, social network

Printed materials, flyers and banners

The purpose to influence and digging up fear

The public campaigns

Personal attacks without names

The signs will say it all

It's the game of cheats

It is a one single entry

In accounting it isn't good

Somebody is sticking his fingers

Into the bottle of ink and getting away

Check the label

The date of goodbye

The single entry transactions

It's time we weave our magic

now use your vote

There was a time

When everything would be fine

When politicians came

The hope was there

Nowadays we saw

Politicians came for power

They knew what they could get

The country's wealth for god's sake!

The people should listen

Watch the movies “Fast and Furious 5”

What the big crook used to play

Then you decide which way

The days of crumbs

It has to go in our lives

Let a new kid take the plunge

Draw out the line everyone fair and square

Now use your vote

Kick out the bad

Let Bee Anne be the end

The history of our times