Tuesday, September 14, 2004
Life Is But A Cabaret
if there's another thing I can share with everyone, it is that we should never waste time on people who will not spend their time on us..
I wasted my time on friends before
I wasted my time on love before
bumped into a good friend last weekend when he was having coffee with his friend.. the first thing he told me, in a blaming tone, was that he hasn't visited my new house and that my birthday present is in his house.. what saddens me was that I didn't feel angry. I guess I've learnt not to be affected by him already.. such a dear fren once..
but isn't life glorious!?
haha.. coz people have wasted their time on me..
so I guess I can't feel angry or what, can I? :)
Life is a Cabaret
enjoy the happiness when you're happy
immerse in the tears when you're sad
let it all out when you're angry
but never let one emotion stop you from feeling the other :)
in other words.. stop that self pity, bitch
pick yourself up and start again
Life is only but a dream.. why try to read it so much?
Life is a Cabaret ~from musical Cabaret
What good is sitting alone in you room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the cabaret.
Put down the knitting, the book and the broom.
Time for a holiday.
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the cabaret.
Come taste the wine
Come hear the band
Come blow your horn
Start celebrating
Right this way, your table's waiting.
No use permitting
Some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away.
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the cabaret!
I used to have a girlfriend
Known as Elsie,
With whom I shared four sordid rooms in chelsea
She wasn't what you'd call
A blushing flower...
As a matter of fact
She rented by the hour.
The day she died the neighbors came to snicker:
"Well, that's what comes from too much pills and liquor."
But when I saw her laid out like a queen,
She was the happiest... corpse... I'd ever seen.
I think of Elsie to this very day.
I remember how she'd turn to me and say:
"What good is sitting alone in you room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the cabaret. "
And as for me, and as for me,
I made my mind up, back in chelsea,
When i go, i'm going like Elsie.
Start by admitting,
From cradle to tomb
Isn't that a long a stay.
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Only a cabarert, old chum
And i love a cabaret.
I wasted my time on friends before
I wasted my time on love before
bumped into a good friend last weekend when he was having coffee with his friend.. the first thing he told me, in a blaming tone, was that he hasn't visited my new house and that my birthday present is in his house.. what saddens me was that I didn't feel angry. I guess I've learnt not to be affected by him already.. such a dear fren once..
but isn't life glorious!?
haha.. coz people have wasted their time on me..
so I guess I can't feel angry or what, can I? :)
Life is a Cabaret
enjoy the happiness when you're happy
immerse in the tears when you're sad
let it all out when you're angry
but never let one emotion stop you from feeling the other :)
in other words.. stop that self pity, bitch
pick yourself up and start again
Life is only but a dream.. why try to read it so much?
What good is sitting alone in you room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the cabaret.
Put down the knitting, the book and the broom.
Time for a holiday.
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the cabaret.
Come taste the wine
Come hear the band
Come blow your horn
Start celebrating
Right this way, your table's waiting.
No use permitting
Some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away.
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the cabaret!
I used to have a girlfriend
Known as Elsie,
With whom I shared four sordid rooms in chelsea
She wasn't what you'd call
A blushing flower...
As a matter of fact
She rented by the hour.
The day she died the neighbors came to snicker:
"Well, that's what comes from too much pills and liquor."
But when I saw her laid out like a queen,
She was the happiest... corpse... I'd ever seen.
I think of Elsie to this very day.
I remember how she'd turn to me and say:
"What good is sitting alone in you room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the cabaret. "
And as for me, and as for me,
I made my mind up, back in chelsea,
When i go, i'm going like Elsie.
Start by admitting,
From cradle to tomb
Isn't that a long a stay.
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Only a cabarert, old chum
And i love a cabaret.
