William Chong

This one’s a birthday present too! A bit of a Matchbox 20 throwback, you know, when they were pumping out awesome tracks and before Rob Thomas opted for his rent-a-band.

It’s an uncommon first name but one that tends itself very well to a chorus – melodically pleasing to sing! The 2nd of a series of reducing optimism (see Head over Heels for the Backstreet Boy end of happiness).

 Under the Awning [4:14m]: Play Now | Play in Popup | Downloads 1

Under the Awning – WILLIAM CHONG
Lyrics

It’s three in the morning
She’s crouched in the corner again
The world passes on and
no one is making amends
Her daily endeavours, they seem lifeless at best
And all that she longs for is gone
Under the awning who needs to pretend?

Her mind is a mooring of tears, sorrow and pain
Her makeup is blurred, cuts etched in her hand
And in this way she can hide from the rain
But looking outside she sees a rainbow

Chase all the grey skies away
Rainbow, colour this dark world I’ve found
Give us a smile
Your frown is upside down
Bring out those blue skies again

It’s ten in the morning
The crowd is dressed in black
She sees bearers walk on with such
weight on their shoulders
He gave his warning the counsellors tried
His father a grown man he cries

The note that the boy left
yea it’s a tough one to read
And it could’ve been her
but then she pleaded for a rainbow

And they’re moving on
Cos we’re moving on

It’s a celebration of someone’s life.  Yet tragically two lives were very short-lived.  Sometimes words don’t really do justice to the hurt and sorrow of losing a loved one.  Cliches and pick-me-up phrases aside, some moments:

• Bubbles floating in the wind, dancing around the lowered casket covered with bangles and flowers and tears
•  Three men and a lady staring at international arrivals onscreen, eye contact with the grieving father an uneasy burden
• facebook moods shifting with the days
• drifting into thought as two men argue inconsequentially between the terms “stillbirth” and “miscarriage”.
• The male protagonist sets the mood as she sleeps; from the musical “Miss Saigon”.
• Tony Laf also sings it well.

As for learning about a breakup, it’s better to have loved.  A line of lyric says simply, “cos we’re moving on.” – an answer to the question, “it will be alright because?”.  But all rhetoric aside, she is sad.

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What all this does mean though, is that I’m fairly behind in my uni work – 3 assignments that need to be started on, none of them really fleshed out yet.  Other chores during the holidays too, like servicing the car, WOF, paying bills (my dad’s bill money ran out – uni poverty here we come), and it’s still touch-and-go for many other things and other people.

Take care everyone.

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