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Monday, July 19, 2010

arts.

attended another one of Daniel's concert after which went and join the crowds at the night festival in which there are free entrance to museums and random arts performances along the whole stretch in the city. i must say it is quite an effort to liven up the arts scene here in Singapore and giving the locals a chance to have a taste of our museums here free-of-charge. However the stuff over at the SAM is quite disappointing, the short videos and displays, though the works are pretty brilliant in a quirky sense of way, but the idea of it makes art seems a little sad instead of beautiful. Like some or many of the pieces trying to highlight the pathetic state of our society, jeering at our own selfs through pieces of mutated human-bunnies, mutilation, lame sense of humor like happiness is milk? or a piknickit. The music over at the National Arts Museum seemed a little too haunting as well. Well however that, there are still beauty in them.

It sucks when my room up till now is unavailable and i can't carry on with my thoughts, but just one song to take away from Dan's Concert which i feel for.

O Waly Waly.

The water is wide, I cannot get o'er
And neither have I wings to fly.
O go and get me some little boat,
To carry o'er my true love and I.

A-down in the meadows the other day
A-gath'ring flow'rs both fine and gay
A-gath'ring flowers, both red and blue,
I little thought what love could do.

I put my hand into one soft bush,
Thinking the sweetest flow'r to find.
I prick'd my finger to the bone
And left the sweetest flow'r alone.

I lean'd my back up against some oak,
Thinking it was a trusty tree.
But first he bended then he broke,
So did my love prove false to me.

Where love is planted, O there it grows,
It buds and blossoms like some rose;
It has a sweet and pleasant smell,
No flow'r on earth can it excel.

Must I be bound, O and she go free!
Must I love one thing that does not love me!
Why should I act such a childish part,
And love a girl that will break my heart.

There is a ship sailing on the sea,
She's loaded deep as deep can be,
But not so deep as in love I am;
I care not if I sink or swim.

O love is handsome and love is fine,
And love is charming when it is true;
As it grows older it groweth colder
And fades away like the morning dew.