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VIOLIST, COME TO (NAME?)!!
 
(NAME?) mungkin bukan sebuah band andaikan pengertian band adalah sekelompok orang yang memainkan musik dengan pembagian spesialisasi yang jelas di antara setiap anggotanya. Edwin, Agus, dan Anggun adalah tiga orang yang berkumpul, membuat lagu, dan memainkan musik, tanpa ada keharusan khusus si A selalu memainkan alat A dan si B memainkan alat B. (NAME?) adalah tiga orang yang mempunyai kesamaan konsep dan harapan dalam musik serta berniat untuk merealisasikannya.Walau telah berteman sangat lama, sesungguhnya ketiga anggotanya berasal dari latar belakang musik yang berbeda. Jika masing-masing diminta menyebutkan 10 album favoritnya, niscaya tak akan ada satu artis/bandpun yang akan disebutkan oleh lebih dari satu orang. Namun ketika mereka tiba pada proses kreatif bersama, semua itu tak menyebabkan benturan yang berarti, hanya sintesa yang sangat halus.Elemen-elemen musik folk Irlandia adalah warna yang berperan paling besar dalam membentuk musik mereka, namun warna-warna lain juga ikut berandil dalam pembentukan ini, mulai dari musik-musik etnis Inggris, Wales, dan Skotland, Eropa Timur, sampai ke apa yang disebut orang "80's New Wave" dan "90's Alternative". Walau demikian, sejauh apapun selera mereka mengembara, masih bisa dikenali bahwa musik X dibuat oleh tiga orang yang dibesarkan di sebuah kota kecil yang sunyi di Jawa Barat, Sumedang.Saat ini, walaupun mereka sudah semakin akrab dengan penggunaan berbagai synthesizer, (NAME?) tetap merasa bahwa sound mereka belum cukup kaya dan formasi mereka belum cukup kuat. Seorang pemain violin/viola/cello/fiddle wanita berusia 19 sampai 24 tahun adalah anggota tambahan yang paling mereka butuhkan, bukan untuk dijadikan seorang additional musician, melainkan untuk menjadi seorang anggota penuh yang mempunyai hak yang sama dengan Edwin, Agus, dan Anggun dalam menentukan arah (NAME?) selanjutnya. Violin/viola/cello/fiddle, karena instrumen-instrumen inilah yang akan bisa memperkaya dan memberi jiwa musik (NAME?). Wanita, karena Edwin, Agus, dan Anggun (semuanya laki-laki) sama-sama berpendapat bahwa musisi wanita cenderung lebih mudah menyesuaikan diri secara musikal, open-minded, dan sabar. Berusia antara 19 sampai 24 tahun, karena sekitar itulah usia ketiga orang ini, perbedaan usia yang tajam dikhawatirkan akan menimbulkan berbagai gap yang bisa menimbulkan masalah.Seorang yang memenuhi syarat di atas yang setidaknya mengenal bentuk musik folk Irlandia, akrab terhadap musik pop dari Enya, Sinead O'Connor, Clanad, atau Sarah mc Lachlan, mampu merasakan roh musik Nirvana, dan tidak menganggap The Beatles sebagai benda asing, adalah dewi penolong yang sempurna dan ditunggu kehadirannya dalam (NAME?).
 
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EDWIN Instrumen yang dikuasai : Bass, keyboards, piano, gitar.KTP : Bekasi.Kebiasaan bagus : Mengajak bicara orang yang sedang bangun.Kebiasaan jelek : Mengajak bicara orang yang sedang tidur.Orang paling berpengalaman di grup, penuh dengan obsesi artistik dan ide-ide berani yang menyemangati (NAME?). Walaupun memorinya mirip dengan ensiklopedia lagu-lagu The Beatles, Edwin adalah pemerhati musik yang universal dengan koleksi kaset merentang dari Jethro Tull hingga Al Jarreau sampai Chumbawamba. Berpindah-pindah band dan panggung telah dijalaninya selama bertahun-tahun, dia juga pernah berguru pada pakar jazz, Bill Saragih. Kini, Edwin ingin "menuntut balik" segala sesuatu yang telah dicurahkannya dalam musik.AGUS Instrumen yang dikuasai : Drum dan berbagai synthesizer.KTP : JakartaKebiasaan bagus : Jarang merokok di Sumedang.Kebiasaan jelek : Jarang pulang ke Sumedang.Mulai bermain drum pada usia sebelum remaja, kini lebih tertarik pada programming musik. Setelah bermain pada beberapa band rock/alternative di Sumedang, Agus hijrah ke Jakarta dan mendapatkan pengalaman panggung dan studio di sana. Jauh lebih easy-going dibanding dua rekannya, Agus tidak mau merumitkan dirinya dengan khayalan-khayalan tentang karir musik, namun selalu menjalani segala sesuatu dalam musik dengan serius.ANGGUN Instrumen yang dikuasai : PulpenKTP : BandungKebiasaan bagus : Tidak pernah lupa membawa pulpen.Kebiasaan jelek : Sering lupa membawa uang.Setelah berpindah-pindah kuliah dari TMI Univ. Pasundan ke Kriminologi Univ. Indonesia dan akhirnya terputus di jurusan film IKJ, Anggun akhirnya kembali ke Sumedang dan ke cinta pertamanya : musik. Anggun tak seberpengalaman Edwin dan Agus di panggung dan studio, tahun-tahunnya lebih banyak dihabiskan dengan menulis skenario televisi (beberapa buah telah diproduksi) dan novel (tak satupun pernah diterima penerbit).
 
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THE MAP Great the sky, hail the land meet the sea, sleep with the earth Sun is here, moon is hereheat is here with your guns Hope is here, felt so near Joy is hear in the back seat Love is here, in its sleep Fear is hear, it still reign Not raging wind, not angry mounts Not albino soil, not washing flame Sold conscience, obsolete reasons wasted in blood, let's change the map INTACT Can you still cover me today? I'm not that numb, I'm still intact, Though blistered, bruised, cracked, and stranded here on the ground that I didn't design,see, I've got it made, cold and impure Who the hell are inside of you so everything is seen through the eye of you? I'm counting the days to be afar,and you just keep it all in hand All are far too deep for you to see with those lawful eyes Stiffened, like what was once felt here, right in between....I've seen so many heroes already And still I am the queen of the 12th, I've heard many praying for me already All that can help suffering to linger Who said that I need your worldly justice? Perfect deduction to keep me from your heaven? Make me understand all your affection Help me to forgive the devil and the descendants Your theory of pride, the future, the wall, and the hopelessness just brings them all home and embrace my fate Pain can't be telegraphed from one mind to another LINGKARAN Jalani semua kemarin dan simpan penat untuk hari ini,teredam bakunya suasana tanpa cermin untuk lihat lukakuLugu duniaku, terlalu putih untuk sekedar lahirkan tanya sederhanaJalan ke depan tak katakan sesuatu sebelum nyata terlangkahi Yang tersisa di sini tak izinkan murni damaikuKegelisahan jadi lingkaran padat mengurungkuMenjerit terjaga dari tidur yang tak lelap....tak ada suara Dinding menjelma batasi setiap cercah rasa lega...sesak tak terkira Dinginnya matahari, silamnya esok hari Semua kembali kini tanpa kupikir dan kugali Masa kecilku jadi pecahan kaca yang mengiris di setiap titik yang kujejakiKatakan padaku bahwa semua bisa menghilang dari setiap sudut harikuLihat diriku kini! Waktu menggenang ruang terulang, kuhanya mampu tenggelamdi dinginnya matahari, di silamnya esok hari A LIFE FULL OF OFFERINGS She's walking home under the starlight crossing the street towards the home where she won't let anybody in She's brought the future everywhere inside, been doubting if the name was love or just a sour ode to freedom A life full of offerings,now a revelation for everyone around when he's dead already in this inner ground She buys some hatred for everyone's smiles Nothing will struck her as the next surprise since everything is told directly by tomorrow Nothing's worth-waiting except the one who'll bring the perfect misery She knows it'll take the crown and everything stands for compliments She won't be scrambling alone in a lifetime mockery-sharing It's not the time to beg for compassion, it's time for remembering the past and feeding the future with the traceTime shows it all, the shame of it all Everybody's laughing now, for different reason, in different tone Nothing will struck her as the next surprise since everything is told directly by tomorrow Nothing's worth-waiting except the one who'll bring the perfect misery She knows it'll take the crown and everything stands for compliments She won't be scrambling alone in a lifetime mockery-sharing THE MILLS OF THE TOWN She's so young, so sweet, so soft, so demanding just minutes away from the end of the season still in the mills of the town and the campus of fire nearby She said, "I was born in the midst of Great Sunday Confusion when Ma had many things to expose, and Pa's just a wretch of his time, I don't know if it still matters now, I'm just a pretext of my words. Look into my eyes," she said, "Make me your mirror! See how jerry-built your hiding place is now! A pleasure to befriend you, but it's a pain to be hibernated like this,can't you see? Sometimes love refuses," she went on, "to terminate the impulse that you once forced me to have inside here, devoted to life and its pain, breathing is a direct consequence and not moving against gravity. So why're you still laying here?" she asked, "Boy, I'm ready to fly with no fear that an outside light will blind me, I can't tell them I have you, it's not that that matters now, you know what I mean very well, I'm sure." Collaborating with fear, dreams changed our names soon, the walls were still around, we never escaped the day, it's not a nice day to move on, someday I'll find another place to dwell. But sometimes love refuses," she went on, "to terminate the impulse that you once forced me to have inside here, devoted to a fool's solitary, breathing is a direct consequence and not moving against gravity. So why're you still laying here?" she asked, "Boy, I'm ready to fly with no fear that an outside light will blind me,I can't tell them I have you, it's not that that matters now, you know what I mean very well, I'm sure." And I said, "Sometimes it'd conclude in an endless display of doubts, they would only laugh at it, was that what we meant? I felt too sober and wasn't ready to take a wild giant leap And what do I have right now after all those lively days are gone?" THE TODAY'S MAN You who laid frozen on the cold mountain of December I think blasphemous masturbation is great enough these days if you can't kill the founding fathers and rape the dear motherland You who took a trip from Jakarta to Hawaii to Portlandfrom one imperfect becoming to another unfinished being An underground king, what cult are you leading now? Can you feel the change? Do you think it changes? What is change anyway? 62 you got it, seven years later it got you Big Bergman's sick tale entertain you, everyone big sickened you High school is head heaven, laughing at the heroes of this green, ridiculous, dirty, yet beautiful world Can you feel the change? Do you think it changes? What is change anyway? Forgot the way home more time for mapping thoughtsand built a palace inside an ancient hope Read some postcards from the future by your distant mind Refused to join the struggling bourgeois of the century Busted out of the prison of ideas, skipped'em somehow no angel would follow, no demon would hitchhikedmaster of your own thoughts, but not an administrator of hope When melancholy struck, did you really try to run? Girls were painted like pictures, and men only needed painbut now we are all pictures and overloaded with pain Can you feel the change? Do you think it changes? What is change anyway? Forgot the way home more time for mapping thoughts and built a palace inside an ancient hope Read some postcards from the future by your distant mind Refused to join the struggling bourgeois of the century METRODINE COMFORT Pure sight, not so pure tonight Kid selling kitten and mother don't want him to have dinner with it still in his hand It's a cruel sight, not so cruel tonight since it lies too deep in me, unrecalled by worldly words, veiled by surprise Wisdom needs some more contents,for the hidden weakness in the mind Tolerance find itself shocked and affection is disturbed in full Too weak to ignore, too tiny to make change All march towards me The faces I dare not see, the whispers I choose not to hear, but they're here Big town is only one freeze frame,pick a picture you love, or you hate, or you want to love but end up hating Strip me from these human clothes,abolish this task of life This awareness I can not deal with in the foods going to my troath Too weak to ignore, too tiny to make change SOOTHER Get me some water, will you? It's an order, I tell you Wash my skin like I wash your feet with the honey of my bitter world I'm just another pathetic hero in a so-so Allen's film, he knows you Foul my mouth, bad my day, I say, but I ain't no stranger to your defiant way If we can't fill the night with laughter when sex is in no way a lighter, drive this bed to another side of this wall, there'll we find a soother Good luck is badly required if we want to survive another year But I wish you know, I wish you see, we're gonna work it out somehow All I need is self-flattering when love's shattering Tonight I'm homeless yet I'm fearless, do you need somebody else? All this world is a chain reaction and we need something more than just a living to stay out and get away. I don't want to be in this uniformed motion as long as they refuse to see me in the way you see me with your eyes, will you teach them how to do it? I'm nearly naked in my wait to make my final confession If it sounds like a fairy tale, well it's a divine bussiness anyway All I need is self-flattering when love's shattering Tonight I'm homeless yet I'm fearless, do you need somebody else? All this world is a chain reaction and we need something more than just a living to stay out and get away
 
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