Friday, September 26, 2008

A Gathering of Angels














What: Gathering of Angels

When: October 2007

Where: Jerez de Frontera, Spain



The fine granules of pepper white sand squeezes through between my toes, walking along the playa (beach in Spanish) de Jerez and taking in the soothing Andalusian breeze, you just can’t help but be caught in the moment like a gathering of angels.


This riff is actually an old one, I came up with this when I was a bigtime Pearl Jam fan in the late 90s. I remember Mike lovin it, and saying that I should write the lyrics based on something about life. Didn’t really have anything that really worked, until now;


There are things that I didn’t tell you that I wished I did before,

Like the magical quilt that I see in your eyes as you walk in though that door,


It’s the color of inside, at the moment I’m in,

It’s the lost conversations trapped deep within,


It’s the color of moonlight and stars up above,

It’s a gathering of angels tonight.


Often times when we least expect to have the strength to weather on,

We reach deep in ourselves and we pull out the faith that’ll forever change our song,


It’s the color of inside, at the moment I’m in,

It’s the lost conversations trapped deep within,


It’s the color of moonlight and stars up above,

It’s a gathering of angels tonight.


Jangan Lupa














What: Jangan Lupa

When: July 2007

Where: Phuket, Thailand


Watching the sunset on Patong Beach after a day lazing around reading a good book is an experience everybody should be privileged to. Yeah, that’s what I thought until I realized that I was the only lone duck on the entire beach, it’s pretty pathetic really. All around me there were couples either waking hand-in-hand by the shoreline, or just sitting in the sand enjoying the sight of the golden sun going down. Was suddenly emo as I also realized it had been just slightly more than a year ago that we agreed to go our own ways.


Biarkanlah air mata yang kian menitis,

Wajah indahmu takkan kembali, ke pangkuan ini,


Engkau memang, tiada tandingannya

Engkau memenag, tetap terpahat di mindaku,


Jangan lupa janji yang dikotakan,

Kata-kata pahit yang memisah dan,

Menembusi setiap saraf Ohh ohhhoh


Sampai saja perjalanan yang kian merunsing,

Ungkapanku yang tidak menjadi, hasratku sendiri,


Engkau memang, tiada tandingannya

Engkau memenag, tetap terpahat di mindaku,


Jangan lupa janji yang dikotakan,

Kata-kata pahit yang memisah dan,

Menembusi setiap saraf Ohh ohhhoh


Engkau memang, tiada tandingannya

Engkau memenag, tetap terpahat di mindaku,

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Miracles

What: Miracles
When: Mid 2002
When: Living room (Kuching)

Listen to it on Channel V's AMP
http://amp.channelv.com/invertedcoma

I just watched “Fly Away Home” on HBO, the opening scene was shot in skipped frames and in slow motion with a barely audible commotion in the background; it slowly unveils a scene of a motor highway accident. In the midst of the chaos is little girl who is visibly in shock. Her mother lost her life in the accident; she herself is lost.

This inspired me to write a song to give a voice to her mother looking down from heaven to guide her little girl who is lost without her.

In time when the saints and sinners are gone,
We’ll be singing through the fray, the same song,
Watching you from here, things we’re never clearer to me,
If you find yourself alone and strayed,
Just remember to say,

I believe in miracles,
I believe the stars I see in your eyes, will take me away

Take care, it’ll be over soon enough,
All the riddled stricken signs are scorned out,
Watching you from here, things we’re never clearer to me,
If you find yourself alone and strayed,
Just remember to say,

I believe in miracles,
I believe the stars I see in your eyes, will take me away
I feel so alive, cause I feel the pain, cause I feel it, cause I feel

Untitiled Song

What: Untitled song

When: Early 1997

When: My bedroom (Kuching)


Having only started learning to play the guitar a couple of weeks back, I was inspired to write a song based on the limited chords that I know.

The obvious key would be in G major, because for me this is one of the very few chords/notes in music that has a chameleon value when it comes to emotional representation. I chose finger plucking because that was the sound and feels that I was looking for;


Beat: 4/4

G-F#-Em-D-Cadd9-Em

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

The birth of Evanflow Songbook

What: The birth of Evanflow Songbook
When: September 2008
Where: Rheinsberg, Germany

After borrowing the LAN cable from the frontdesk, I got online from my quaint hotel room in Rheinsberg, North West of Berlin. I went on blogspot to search for the availability of “Evanflow” and to my pleasant surprise IT WAS!

Monday, September 22, 2008

Evanflow Songbook

What: The idea of Evanflow

When: September 2008

Where: 30,000 ft above the Pacific Ocean


At 30,000 ft moving at 782 km/h, the idea suddenly came to me. A blog, a way I could keep note of my thoughs, my words and ultimately my songs. But what will i call it? Once again it just came to me, in one of those odd moments where your mouth reacts before your thoughts (illogical I know but just bear with me on this). I just suddenly mouthed "Evanflow", my mind in the next split second was actually thinking "Even flow", like the Pearl Jam hit. But "Evanflow" just kinda sounded cool. It just slips off your tounge like a silk lollipop.

So welcome to Evanflow songbook, in here I'd like to share with you my thoughts, my words, and my songs.