Sweet Music Man

Sing your song sweet music man.

They wouldn’t listen and they couldn’t see

And all they have left now are your words of peace.

Sing your song sweet music man,

You won’t be here to hold our hand like you used to,

But you'll always remain.

You’re a hell of a singer and a powerful man

but you surround yourself

with people who demand too much of you.

You touched my soul with your beautiful song,

You even had me singing along right with you,

You said I need you.

Then you changed the world with your melody

and you sang the song you had written for us

With such harmony.

Nobody sings a love song quite like you do

and nobody else could make us sing along

and nobody else could make us see

that with love we are always right.

nobody sings a love song quite like you.

Sing your song sweet music man

You travel the world with a six piece band

that does for you what you ask ‘em to.

And you try to stay young

But the songs you’ve sung to so many people

They never came back on you.

So sing your song sad music man,

You try to make them happy but in the end,

They still never understood you.

You’re still a hell of a singer but a broken man,

but you’ll keep on looking for one last fan

to sing ‘em to.

So sing your song sweet music man

We believe in you.

- By Kenny Rogers -

Click on the link for the original song.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=asU27FaVvBM

*I've changed the words a little... Just a tad bit for a better fit.

"Keep on with the Force, Don't Stop!"

I had the perfect childhood. Attentive and loving parents and grandfather, annoying brother, bedtime stories, hide-and-seek and of course... Music.

Thank you Mr. Jackson for providing the soundtrack to my wonderful childhood. Thank you for the Music that will continue to entertain, teach and comfort us. Through your Music, your message of Love and Hope will live in us and in our future generations forever.

"Keep on with the Force, don't stop!'

I'm not very good at this. I can't seem to put down in words what I'm feeling right now. So here are a few 'thoughts' I found which I thought would be nice to share.

*Taken from 1995's HIStory.

"Michael Jackson, the star, is a phenomenon. The hat, the single glove, white socks and loafers. He's mysterious. Theatrical. The consummate performer. From the way he moves, to the Neverland he's created as his home, it's as if he's an illusion.

The Michael Jackson I've had the pleasure of knowing for 13 years is without affectation, and is not an illusion. It must be hard for Michael to know how much the world wants to know him, to be like him, to consume him. He's wisely created his own world in which to preserve the most honest parts of his identity. Those are the parts we love the most.

Michael has a heightened sensitivity for the crying needs of this world. Through his 'Heal the World Foundation', he works to preserve this planet's most precious resources - children and the environment. He feels much of the same responsibility a parent feels - his children are all of our children. Michael brings so much to so many, he is one of the world's most precious resources himself.

Guided by his creative forces of passion, joy, work and genius, Michael has gone after his dreams and shared them with all of us. I can't wait to see where he chooses to take us next.

This collection of work comes from the most successful albums in music history. Michael is the single most awarded entertainer the world has ever known. As you listen to and enjoy his music, I'm sure you'll agree that we, his fans, are the ones who are most rewarded." -Steven Spielberg-

"You cannot say enough about what he has given to us musically and culturally. We take for granted people like him. All he wanted to do was give us great music and that's what he did. Every single day was dedicated to us." - Jamie Foxx

"Michael Jackson showed me that you can actually see the beat. He made the music come to life!! He made me believe in magic. I will miss him!!" - P. Diddy, via Twitter

"... How you suffered for your sanity. And how you tried to set them free. They did not listen. They did not know how. Perhaps they'll listen now. This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you." -Don McLean's 'Vincent'

Rest in peace my childhood friend. I will miss you... Oh... and don't forget to say 'hi' to Tinkerbell for me :)

I LOVE YOU!

Press

*Click on the pictures to read the articles.

*I didn't compose any of the songs in Realiti. I did, however, sing them. :)

Kampar Roti Ayam

Why do nursery rhymes have to be so brutal?

Was having a nice dinner conversation with my Mom and my brother the other day and were talking about the songs she used to sing to us... Unconventional and barely heard of songs like 'Three little fishies' (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sz22dv90_mY) and 'A froggy would a-wooing go' (http://www.kididdles.com/lyrics/f024.html). Then we went on to nursery rhymes... Now this is scary... I'm sure we're not the only ones who've realized this but have you ever wondered why they are almost always brutal and completely unadvisable for children?

"Ladybug, Ladybug,

Fly away home.

Your house is on fire and your children will burn"

"Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.

And all the Kings horses and and all the Kings men,

Couldn't put Humpty together again."

Ok this one really gives me the creeps...

"Three blind mice... Three blind mice...

See how they run... See how they run...

They all ran after the farmer's wife,

Who cut their tails off with a carving knife,

Have you ever seen such a sight in your life?

As Three blind mice.

"Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water.

Jack fell down and broke his crown and Jill came tumbling after!"

-Where's the bloody 'moral' in that???-

... Oh... And don't get me started on 'Rock-a-bye-baby'.

Why... WHY... Would anyone wanna 'rock a baby' on a tree top?

There's more. Oh... You can bet on Humpty's mangled remains there's more...

But I won't go into that so you guys can have a little fun yourselves. Please... If you come across one that's NOT evil and brutal... Post it up on my 'comments', will 'ya?

And we wonder why our Mommy never sang us those rhymes...

Are we there yet?

First, he talks to himself. Weird. Now he's starting to annoy me. He's literally doing the cantonese version of Bart Simpson's 'Are we there yet? Are we there yet are we there yet are we there yet?' on me. We're moving at 20km/h and he's still doing it. I'm this close to jumping out of the cab. Imagine Slow Poke Rodriguez (Speedy Gonzalez's side-kick). *pulls hair*