At my secret bar 


Make yourself be the centre of attention. 
To conceal. To recover. To use your own kind 
of method to deal with it. To show your competence. 
To forget. Delete the history.
I let that smoke smoke over my body, 
My mind. I need some music. Probably 
jazz. I've said something like "Jazz 
is the music I need, when I'm lonely". 
My ex was irritated. And now you won't 
consider anything about me. What should I do? 
A broken cigarette. Nobody's smoking it but 
it burns out in a second. Smoke leaks in 
the middle. A leakage. Leakage. I let the 
smoke go through my body, my mind. 
Yes, I need the music. The band. The 
trumpet. The bass. The keyboard. The drums. 
What else can I have besides the music? 
I've got no money. No taste. No clothes of 
brand names. No love. No sex. What can I 
have. I won't have you. But: I've got 
rhythm!! I've got that rhythm in my mind. 
You can't steal it from me. The only thing you 
can't flaunt with (besides your body, your face, your coolness,
your false smile, your skills, your false sentiment). 
I've got that appreciation. The trumpet. 
Then the keyboard. Then the bass. Then the 
drummer smiles. "Can't take my eyes off you" 
What a hilarious song.



You're just too good to be true
I can't take my eyes off you
You feel like heaven to touch
I wanna hold you so much
At last love has arrived
And I thank God I'm alive
You're just too good to be true
I can't take my eyes off you

Pardon the way that I stare
There's nothing else to compare
The sight of you leaves me weak
There are no words left to speak
So darling feel like I feel
And I don't have to know if it's real
You're just too good to be true
I can't take my eyes off you

Bada...

I love you baby
And if it's quite all right
I need you baby to warm a lonely night
I love you baby
Trust in me when I say

Oh pretty baby
Don't bring me down, I pray
Oh pretty baby
Now that I've found this day
So let me love you baby
Let me love you




20.8.2003