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Come What May

OK, this is a first for me. 
Actually, it's not. Eh, what the hewl!!! It is and it is not. No lah, not sex lah. 
People say that creative people are a bunch of crazy not to be crazy when you've got new ideas all the time and when you try to sleep, adrenaline is rushing through your system, right? Anyway, to release the energy, I create a lot of things. So! I end up creating songs lah, not composer or anything. Lots of them are totally BANANAS and are considered rubbish even by my kids' standards. 
Sometimes, I go into that folder and play them out just for laughs. Trust me,  some of them are totally crap! CAPITAL C.R.A.U...oh, oops. C.R.A.P, I mean. 
I thought this one was too. But yesterday, I played this and was laughing at the lyrics (I'll post it so you know why I am laughing) when the kids came in, toes tapping, hands clapping, nodding in tune to the beat. Heck, they think they like the song wor!!!! PUA HA HA HA HA! If only they know what the lyrics meant. 
Anyway, the lyrics go like this....
Come what may (not the Ewan McGregor one! Far from it)
Composer: Marsha Maung
Singer: Marsha Maung
Music production: Marsha Maung
Lyrics: Marsha Maung
Studio: Marsha's office
Equipment: Casio electronic keyboard & NIKON CAMERA (you better believe it!)
Length: 1 minute 27 seconds
Woke up bright and early
The sun was shy from shining
Traffic outside's noisy
Come what May, let it be....let it be
Your boss may kick your ass today
Remember they pay your salary
As long as you are happy
Come what may, let it be, let it be. 
Come What May....
OK. Interested to hear? Don't bleed to death ah. I am not going to warrant that you won't bleed from the nose or the ears after hearing this. If you bleed from the eyes, it's not my fault EITHER. The risk is yours to take!!!! :-)
If you can't play it, play it from this link
Or this one
p.s. Come to think of it, I must be really muka tembok this days or running out of blog topics to write about, right?
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