You, my love, are allowed to forget About the Christmas you just spent stressed out in your parents house.
You, my love, are allowed to shed The weight of all the years before, like bad disco clothes, Save them for a night of dancing, stoned with you lover.
You, my love, are allowed to let yourself drown Every night in bottomless wild and naked symbolic dreams.
You, my love, in sleep can unlock Your youth and your most terrifying magic and dreamings for the courageous.
You, my love, are allowed to grab my guitar And sing me idiot love songs if you've lost your ability to speak. Keep it down to two minutes.
You, my love, are allowed to rot and to die And then live again, more alive and incandescent than before.
You, my love, are allowed to beat the shit out of your television. Choke it's thoughts and corrupt its mind. Kill! Kill! Kill! KILL The motherfucker before the song of zombiefied pain and panic and malaise and it's narrow right-winged vision and it's cheap commercial gang rape becomes the white noise of the world. Turn about is fair play.
You, my love, are allowed to forgive and love your television.
You, my love, are allowed to speak in kisses to those around you and those up in heaven.
You, my love, are allowed to show your babies how to dance full bodied, starry eyed, audacious, supernatural and glorified.
You, my love, are allowed to suck in every single endeavor.
You, my love, are allowed to be soaked like a lovers' blanket in the New York summertime with the wonder of your own special gift.
And when you said I could not stay with you That's not the way you would have wanted to be Convince yourself that everything is alright 'Cos it already is
Don't sell your heart and break just anyone I want to run with you through moorland fields Convince yourself that everything is alright 'Cos it already is 'Cos it already is
So take your lessons hard and stay with him When your car crash comes, don't be misled Convince yourself that everything is alright 'Cos it already is 'Cos it already is
So take your lessons hard and stay with him And when your car crash comes, don't be misled Convince yourself that everything is alright 'Cos it already is Yeah it already is
So take him home So take him home So take him home
id really have to be apologetic about this. hindi naman dahil feb ngayon o anuman, pero nagkakataon talaga na lahat ng nada-download ko, sinasadya man o ano, ay mga depressing. shit, sori, nag-aapologize nanaman ako pero, i tried writing something usefull and political for once, pero ewan ko. i just tried watching this because of the title at dun sa tag line niya. minsan tanung ko din yun, "How often...?"
last week i started this routine of watching movies early in the morning instead of latenights. mas na-coconsume ko yung napapanood ko (kaya sunod sunod ang reviews ko recently). besides, kahit anong gawin ko 6am parin ako nagigising. anyway, kelangan ko lang ireview ito. kakatapos ko lang siya panoorin at hindi ko pa alam ang isusulat ko. teka...paste ko nalang yung synopsis niya galing imdb..
"An (unnamed) Guy is a Dublin guitarist/singer-songwriter who makes a living by fixing vacuum cleaners in his Dad's Hoover repair shop by day, and singing and playing for money on the Dublin streets by night. An (unnamed) Girl is a Czech who plays piano when she gets a chance, and does odd jobs by day and takes care of her mom and her daughter by night. Guy meets Girl, and they get to know each other as the Girl helps the Guy to put together a demo disc that he can take to London in hope of landing a music contract. During the same several day period, the Guy and the Girl work through their past loves, and reveal their budding love for one another, through their songs."
hindi siguro sapat para masabi lahat ng synopsis na ito yung kabuuan ng pelikula. at hindi ito hollywood na parang "music and lyrics" (hindi ko pa to napanood). sinubukan niyang magbigay ng kwento tungkol sa mga ordinaryong tao and how they find themselves involved with one another. hindi din yung tipong love at first sight. gradual. walang fireworks, its the things you do daily, the small things that really matters. hindi over night (before sunrise?) yung effort na binibigay, yung time. lalu na yung time. the small details almost border boredom. may mga discoveries at realizations. kailangan magdesisyon.
mga odd jobs ang trabaho nung babae, yung lalake naman nagrerepair ng vaccum cleaners. incidentally kumakanta din siya sa kalsada para sa mga barya sa dublin (czech yung babae by the way, immigrant). yung tipong starving artist. at musician talaga yung mga artistang kinuha. somehow i have this feeling na sinadya talagang gawin ng director na parang documentary ng isang rock band yung film. hand-held lang yung mga camera at ilang shots lang yung scenes, impromptu pa siguro yung iba.
iilan lang ang napanood kong pelikula na sobrang ganda ng soundtrack. and isa ito sa mga yun. DIY. sa garahe or kwarto lang ata ginawa. sa totoo lang yung sountrack talaga ang nag-dala sa buong pelikula. otherwise, parang nanonood ka lang ng isang boring na documentary tungkol sa mga caucasian. at kung gano ka-boring ang mga buhay nila. ang nakakatuwa lang din walang bullshit ng pagiging rocksatr (ireland??) walang sex, walang drugs.
well, in the end. hindi din katulad ng lahat ng hollywood movies, they dont make rash decisions. they all fall back to the logic of the world. security. family.
its sincere, its honest, and its naive. and real.
by real, i mean its just reinforcing whats there, whats established by the symbolic order.
well atleast concluded siya. walang loose ends. sabi nga nung isang kanta sa film "when your minds made up, theres no point trying to change it"
isa ito sa mgandang films ng 2006-07 na walang nakapanood (well bukod sa mga tao siguro sa ireland).
***
this month sucks. sana hindi nalang naimbento ang buwan na to. ewan ko, para siguro mag-suffer ang mga walang karelasyon.
I didnt know what to expect with this film. i haven't even heard about it. i just downloaded it somewhere.
i tried watching films recently, and if the first four minutes sucks or bores me, i would let it go.
surprisingly, this film had no opening credits, it just started with the main character narrating. and the opening shots were good. it was this boy (his name was mercer), on a bike in the suburbs with wide shots and really nice colors. remember how you would just tell stories out of your memory? and that these memories seem to come back and you would tend to be overwhelmed by it. it like that. the openning credits, even the whole film was like that. out of someones memory. nostalgic.
and then suddenly he just had this idea, a realization...he needed a car. so he stole one from the car wash. to where, i dont know. he didn't say. while he was driving away on his stolen vehicle, a cellphone was left inside the and it rang. apparently it was the owner of the car. it was a girl. and she knew mercer. she was not angry at him because he stole her car. she lets him borrow it in one condition: that he tell her how he is on his road trip.
mercer, was this wimp loser. just like me. and he was a virgin. the world is really a big place when you are 16, but when youre already 19 and its still that big, you haven't been around much. and so you acquire all these angst. His mother has just died, he doesn't know his father and he knows he have a half brother somewhere, which is the only family he has left, so he wants to find him just to let him know their mother has passed away.
and so he went on with this road trip.
here, he meets all sorts of people living the american way...from from gun owners to pornographers. which makes it more interesting. and real.
Its an attempt to take a photograph of contemporary america. not the usual, hollywood-centralpark-times square america. its more of like a glimpse of the underbelly of the beast. from louisiana, to reno and then LA. red necks, chicanos, druggies and bums. a small sample from a wide range of people.
albeit nicer one, but it will do.
no, not a photograph. a dream. it was much more like a dream. the colors were so vivid, but nothing was really memorable. alook at the mundane phases of american life that was suddenly interrupted by mercer's presence.
the camera was always following him like a third person. a friend, acompanion on the passengers seat. everything was like a dream, of some distant memory from childhood.
there is this one scene where he just imagined that he was dancing with the girl on the phone that he doesn't even know. its this mystery taht makes her more attractive and they develop this relationship.
i dont know, if you watched little miss sunshine, it felt like that but without the neurotic family members, nitzsche, excessive emotional baggage and moral judgement (but its a good raod movie). and i hoped you watched elizabethtown like i recommended. they had this familiar simmilarity (the road trip, the phone calls and the dead parents ashes).
i jsut love road movies.
I didn't even know that it debuted at sundance back in 07. wish ive watched it in 07 though. it would be nicer.
it gave me the feeling that while we are always searching for something (or someone), we unintentionally find ourselves in the end.
as much as i hate to say this, but its a heart warming film. ok, and some juvenile love story. but its nice to be angsty and 19 all over again.
watch it. it wont change your life in profound ways.
but it wont be be wasted either.
***
it suddenly made me want to go on a road trip. i dont know, to somewhere far, maybe baguio in time for panagbenga (tama ba spelling?). just to let all this city air out.
it would have been really nice driving alone up there. just you, some messed up music and alot of dirty clothes.
Let me sing you a waltz Out of nowhere, out of my thoughts Let me sing you a waltz About this one night stand
You were for me that night Everything I always dreamt of in life But now you're gone You are far gone All the way to your island of rain
It was for you just a one night thing But you were much more to me Just so you know
I hear rumors about you About all the bad things you do But when we were together alone You didn't seem like a player at all
I don't care what they say I know what you meant for me that day I just wanted another try I just wanted another night Even if it doesn't seem quite right You meant for me much more Than anyone I've met before
One single night with you little Jesse Is worth a thousand with anybody
I have no bitterness, my sweet I'll never forget this one night thing Even tomorrow, another arms My heart will stay yours until I die
Let me sing you a waltz Out of nowhere, out of my blues Let me sing you a waltz About this lovely one night stand
while this town is busy sleeping all the noise has died away i walk the streets to stop my weeping ‘cause she'll never change her ways
don't fool yourself she was heartache from the moment that you met her my heart feels so still as i try to find the will to forget her somehow oh i think i've forgotten her now
her love is a rose pale and dying dropping her petals and men unknown all full of wine the world before her was sober with no place to go
don't fool yourself she was heartache from the moment that you met her my heart is frozen still cause i try to find the will to forget her somehow she's somewhere out there now
(guitar solo)
oh my tears are falling down as i try to forget her love was a joke from the day that we met all of the words all of the men all of my pain when i think back to when remember her hair as it shone in the sun the smell of the bed when i knew what she'd done tell yourself over and over you wont ever need her again
But don't fool yourself she was heartache from the moment that you met her oh my heart is frozen still as i try to find the will to forget her somehow she's out there somewhere now
oh she was heartache from the day that i first met her my heart is frozen still as i try to find the will to forget you somehow cause i know you're somewhere out there right now
He knows what to say before he came, "ive heard myself say it even before all this has happened."
Finishing up her fancy coffee, she straightened her dress. with a clear tone, "goodbye" she whispered and never looking back went on her solitary way up the street leading to her house.
Silently they both went on their way as if october never happened november a dream december, just a holiday. an excuse for family reunions and drinking sprees that would help them mend their broken ways. they both promised to be good, this year, and the year after that. dreams are for dreamers. and they pretend not to be sleeping, when everything is floating. a lightheadedness that you only suffer when you are flying. instead they go on their way, grounding themselves with work and many other things not even relevant to their lives.
he refuses to remember. in vain...
when every morning is suffering silence a letter never returned left unopened or unsent.
memories indeed come back with a vengeance. cold blooded as last nights chilling breeze which makes him think of her more, a resilient thought more painful than usual. The memory of her skin still sends a thousand fantasies launching inside his head like last years fire works brilliant smoldering flames of emotions still burst inside him like gunshots from this new year.
when every song is a kiss on his lips gentle fading
when every whisper is a calm breeze.
he knows that all of it will never return.
"i know how to say goodbye" he told himself many, many times.
Coldplay are no strangers to accusations of plagiarism. First off there was the Creaky Boards case, and, more recently, Joe Satriani claiming "Viva La Vida" is a rip-off of one of his tunes. Today, Chris Martin has acknowledged there may be some truth in the "rip-off merchants" label that Coldplay are being tagged with.
Talking to BBC radio, Martin admitted to imitating another musician's style; unsurprisingly the name he mentioned wasn't Satriani, much less Creaky Boards. Martin explained that "Shiver," the group's first UK Top 40 single was a rip-off of Jeff Buckley. "It's a blatant Jeff Buckley attempt," he confessed. "Not quite as good, that's what I think. We were 21 and he was very much a hero, and as with those things it tends to filter through."
Now that he's set the ball rolling he may as well admit to copying Radiohead and U2 while he's at it. [NME]
ALIPIN, sino ang magpapalaya? Silang nasasadlak sa dilim Sila lamang ang papansin Sa yong mga hikbi at luha Alipin din ang magpapalaya
Lahat o wala Lahat o wala Ang nag-iisa'y walang magagawa Sandata o tanikala Lahat o wala lahat o wala
TAONG GUTOM, sinong magpapakain? Kung gusto mo ng kanin at ulam, Halika, sumama ka sa amin Kumakalam din ang aming tiyan Taong gutom din ang magpapakain
Lahat o wala Lahat o wala Ang nag-iisa'y walang magagawa Sandata o tanikala Lahat o wala lahat o wala
Biktima sinong magtatanggol? Ikaw na iginupo ng bugbog Dinggin ang mga nakalugmok Ang mahina'y malakas tumutol Kasama, kami ang magtatanggol
Lahat o wala Lahat o wala Ang nag-iisa'y walang magagawa Sandata o tanikala Lahat o wala lahat o wala
Api, sinong mangangahas? Siyang hindi makapagtiis Siyang walang sawa na sa panggigipit Ay nag-iibayo ang lakas Lalaban tayo ngayon, hindi bukas
I am signaling you through the flames. The North Pole is not where it used to be. Manifest Destiny is no longer manifest. Civilization self-destructs. The goddess Nemesis is knocking at the door…
What are poets for in such an age? What is the use of poetry? If you would be a poet, create works capable of answering the challenge of Apocalyptic times, even if this means sounding apocalyptic. You have to decide if bird cries are cries of ecstasy or cries of despair, by which you will know if you are a tragic or a lyric poet. Conceive of love beyond sex. Be subversive, constantly questioning reality and the status quo. Strive to change the world in such a way that there’s no further need to be a dissident. Read between the lives, and write between the lines. Be committed to something outside yourself. Be passionate about it. But don’t destroy the world, unless you have something better to replace it.
If you would snatch fame from the flames, where is your burning bow, where are your arrows of desire, where your wit on fire?
The master class starts wars. The lower classes fight it. Governments lie. The voice of the government is often not the voice of the people.
Speak up, act out! Silence is complicity. Be the gadfly of the state and also its firefly. And if you have two loaves of bread, do as the Greeks did: sell one with the coin of the realm, and with the coin of the realm buy sunflowers.
Ayon sa mga nakakita, dalawang beses pinaputukan ng kalibre .45 baril ni Mendoza ang kanyang asawang si Agnes sa may block-4, Phase 1-b, Pleasant HillsSan Jose del Monte Bulacan, isang gabi ng Marso, 1991.
I.
Madami nang nagbago dito sa kalungsuran simula noong umalis ka.
Alam ko mahirap pigilin ang nostalgia at marahil ay dati tayong naging magka-relasyon kaya na-aalala kita, o baka dahil valentines ngayon at single parin ang status ko sa friendster.
Anut-ano pa man, nakagagaan lang talaga ng loob na maalala ko ang mga panahong kasama ka.
Siya nga pala hindi ko pala nasabi sayo nung huling dumalaw ka na nasa-akin yung diary mo. Nakasulat doon yung mga panahon na problemado at walang katiyakan ang mga bagay sa pagitan natin. Lumikha din pala tayo ng maliliit na sipi ng kasaysayan na minsan hindi natin napapansin.
Ngunit ang tunay na kasaysayan mg mga buhay natin ay hindi kailanman kayang isulat.
parang pelikulang pilipino...may action, may comedy, may labstory...pero ang pinakaimportante mayroon itong halaga.
Dahil yung kasaysayan natin ay naiipit sa pag-giling ng mga pwersa sa lipunan. Naiipit, nadidikdik hanggang sa maging pino na parang mga buhangin. Habang tumatagal, kahit gaano man kahigpit ang pagtangan mo dito, itoy huhulagpos sa pagitan ng mga daliri. Tanging maiiwan ay mga butil na hindi mo na mawari kung ano ang kanyang itsura dati, ang alam mo lang minsan mong nahawakan ito.
Siguro iba ka na ngayon, hindi na yung dating nakilala ko. Siguro nga, pero natutuwa ako at naging bahagi ako ng buhay mo. Ikinakatakot kong pagtaksilan ako ng na-ulyaning mga ala-ala kaya paumanhin kung kailangan ko siyang isulat.
Bago pa tuluyang liparin ng hangin ang mga butil ng buhangin.
II.
Prubinsyang-prubinsya pa ang lugar natin. Boundery siya ng Bulacan at Caloocan. Kailangan mo lang tumawid ng tulay para makarating ka mula Region 3 papuntang NCR. Pero taliwas sa lahat ng deklarasyon ng lokal na pamahalaan, nananatili paring atrasado ang prubinsya natin simula pa noong tumira kayo dito ng 1990. Marami nang itinayong subdivision dito na pag-aari ng Manny Villar. Palmera, Carissa atbp. Sa pagiging gahaman ni Villar ay maraming na-displace na mga maliliit na magbubukid. Hindi palasak na land grabbing kasi binibili nil yung mga lupa ng mga maliliit na magsasaka pero sa napaka-babang halaga. Walang magawa ang mga magsasaka kundi sumunod nalang kasi kung hindi nila gagawing isuko ang lupa nila ay malilintikan sila ng mga tauhan at sundalo ng developer. Ang mag-organisa para ipaglaban ang lupa nila ay magiging batayan ng mga Militar na pag-bintangan silang mga New Peoples Army kahit na walang ebidensya.
Naalala ko na matagal mo na akong kinukulit na dalihin kita dito, kung saan ka lumaki pero hindi ko na nagawa dahil sa pagiging busy. Banggit mo pa nga na gusto mong makita yung bahay nyo dati na hindi mo naman kinagisnan, gusto mo lang siyang balikan kasi marami kang naiwanang ala-ala doon.
Ako man napakaraming mga ala-ala dito kahit hindi na ako dito nakatira at hindi lahat maganda.
Hindi ko din inaasahang dati pa man ay nagkatagpo na ang mga landas natin. Hindi lang natin alam.
III.
Grade 2 ako nang mga panahong iyon. Tuwing hapon ay pinagtatapon kami ng ate ko ng basura doon sa may ilog. Dalawa ang bitbit naming balde, yung isa may lamang basura yung isa naman kaning-baboy. Siguro e nagbibinata narin ako nun o papasok na sa puberty kaya medyo nahihiya na akong mag-bitbit ng basura sa kalye namin. Mga dalawang kilumetro din kasi mahigit yung tambakan sa boundery ng bagong-silang at bulacan.
Doon sa may bundok.
Yun ang tawag namin sa tambakan. Ilog siya pero nasa paanan siya ng isang maliit na burol. Hinukay lang yung burol at tinayuan ng mga bahay kaya tinawag young lugar naming na Pleasant Hills. Tuwing hapon, dito kami nagpupunta para mag-laro at magpakalunod sa imahinasyon ng isang pakikipagsapalaran kahit na sa dulo lang ng kalye naming yun. Nagdadala kami ng isang Tupperware na puno ng kanin at tatlong pirasong hotdog na sasapat naman sa maghapon. Pagdating sa tuktok, dun kami kakain.
Noong hapon na yun, iniiwasan namin ni ate na makita ng mga kalaro na nag-bubuhat kami ng basura kaya nagpasya kaming dumaan sa may malapit sa bundok. Sa gilid ng kalsada may naka-paradang mobil ng pulis at sa di-kalayuan pa ay may kumpol ng tao. Dahil natural sa bata ang pagiging mausisa, nagpasya kaming puntahan sila at maki-usyoso.
Doon
doon, sa may bundok.
Doon namin nakita yung katawang walang ulo.
Sa takot, dali-dali kaming tumakbo pauwi. Kinabukasan pa pumutok sa lugar natin ang balita na mayroong si-nalvage dahil nakita na yung ulo niya at nakilalala ang bangkay, si mang Ben.
IV
Maliliit lang yung damo sa pinagtapunan sa bangkay isang malawak na parang sa tabi ng ilog, sa kabila ay mayroong komunidad ng mga muslim (tuwing umaga maririnig mo yung kanilang pagdarasal sa loud-speakers) at matatanaw mo naman ang Bagong Silang sa kabilang dulo ng bundok, halos hapon narin nang matagpuan ito. Saktong pag lapit namin ni ate at hindi kami makapaniwala sa nakita namin, isang hubad na bangkay ng lalaki, malalaki ang sugat sa leeg at hindi pantay ang pagkakaputol, tinaga siya ng paulit-pulit hanggang sa magkahiwalay ang ulo sa katawan. Ebidensya na hindi lang siya pinatay, pinahirapan pa. Dag-dag sa ebidensya ng tortyur ay ang mga paso ng sigarilyo sa bawat daliri kung saan binunot isa-isa yung mga kuko, marahil gamit ang pliers. Ang pinaka-nakakagimbal sa lahat ay ang putol niyang ari, disturbing na imahe ng brutal na kakayahan ng mga halang ang kaluluwa.
Gumapang dahan-dahan yung takot sa likod ng batok ko na parang mabalahibong gagamba. Malinaw kong naalala ito dahil matagal kong napanaginipan yung eksaktong posisyon ng katawan, parang tocino yung laman na pinag-putulan ng ulo at, yung pinaka-matindi, doon siya sa lugar na kung saan kami naglalaro at nag-iimagine ng adventure. Pag-lapastangan sa kanlungan ng kamusmusan. Simula
noon, madalang na kaming mag-dala ng tupperware na may pagkain doon.
Naalala kong nakatayo lang ako na parang nakuryente habang tinitignan yung bangkay sa harapan ko mga isang metro lang yung layo.
Kinabukasan, sabi ng mga tao yung ulo ay nakita sa tambakan mismo natagpuan, naka subo sa ulo niya yung ari.
Kilalang karpintero sa lugar natin si mang Ben, sa katunayan nga ay personal siyang kakilala ng pamilya lalu ng tatay ko dahil siya ang gumawa sa extension ng bahay. Noong mga panahong ginagawa palang yung extension, lagi niya akong kinakausap kapag nagpapahinga sa paghahalo ng semento o sa paglalagare. Kaya hindi maaring magkamali ang mga taong nakakita nang kumpirmahin nila sa mga pulis na siya nga yung nakita dahil nakilala nila kaagad ang itim na balat niya sa likod ng kaliwang binti.
Sabi ng balitang dumating sa tatay ko, mayroon daw siyang nalamang krimen na kinasasangkutan ni Reyes, yung lokal na warlord.
V.
Dalawang tao lang ang kilala sa lugar natin. Si Col. Maganto (na nagkaroon ng life-story noong 1999 na ginanapan ni bong revilla), panginoong may-lupa naman si Reyes, may-ari ng subdivision. Malawak ang lupain ni Reyes at ginawa itong subdivision para hindi maipamahagi sa mga magsasaka ng Tungkong Mangga at makaligtas sa Comprehensive Agrarian Reform Program (CARP). Land-Use Conversion daw, isa sa mga butas ng palyadong programa ni Cory para kunwari’y tulungan ang kalunus-lunus na kalagayan ng mga magsasaka. Karamihan ng nakakuha ng bahay dito ay mga professional, hindi naman mga mahihirap ngunit medyo gipit din sa buhay.
Hari si Reyes sa lugar natin. Isa siya sa kinatatakutan noon, binansagan nga siyang ‘4-5’ dahil lagi siyang may dalang baril at madaming mga goons na nagpapanggap na taga-bantay sa subdivision. Napaka-kumportableng excuse yun para humawak ng mahahabang armas na may matataas na kalibre. Ka-kuntsaba niya si yung dating si Maganto na maraming ino-opereyt na bus sa subdivision ni Reyes, sikat pa ang pangalan ni Maganto noon kaya malakas ang loob ni Reyes. Palibhasa Panginoong may-lupa kaya kinakailangang mag-hari harian siya sa lugar natin. Pero dahil hindi na mga masunuring magsasaka ang nakatira sa lupa niya, pero mga propesyunal na mayroong kamulatan tungkol sa kanilang karapatan, hindi na sila sumusunod kay Reyes.
Bahagi ng pagtatangka ni Reyes na pagharian ang Pleasant Hills sa pamamagitan ng eleksyon. Tumatakbo ang buong pamilya nila sa ibat-ibang pwesto sa barangay. Simula sa asawa niya na councilor at yung mga siga at pusher na anak niya sa SK naman. Kampanteng-kampante sa paghahari ang mga Reyes kaya kung mayroon mang kakalaban sa kanila ay magiging imyerno ang buhay. Minsan nga nang may-magtangkang tumakbo sa pagka-Barangay captain sa lugar natin ay hindi siya tinantanan ng mga bata ni Reyes. Madaming death threats ang pinadala nila na humantong sa sukdulang pag-susunog nila sa jeepney na tanging pinagkukunan niya ng kabuhayan.
Kaya ang tanging paraan upang maging hari ay sa pamamagitan ng pananakot.
Si Mendoza ay dating militar na naging personal body-guard ni Maganto at nang-kalaunan ni Reyes. Suspek ang grupo na kinabibilangan ni Mendoza sa ilang krimen at kaso ng pag-patay sa lugar natin.
Wish I was too dead to cry My self-affliction fades Stones to throw at my creator Masochists to which I cater You don't need to bother; I don't need to be I'll keep slipping farther But once I hold on, I won't let go 'til it bleeds
Wish I was too dead to care If indeed I cared at all Never had a voice to protest So you fed me shit to digest I wish I had a reason; my flaws are open season For this, I gave up trying One good turn deserves my dying
You don't need to bother; I don't need to be I'll keep slipping farther But once I hold on, I won't let go 'til it bleeds
[Solo: Corey]
Wish I'd died instead of lived A zombie hides my face Shell forgotten with its memories Diaries left with cryptic entries
And you don't need to bother; I don't need to be I'll keep slipping farther But once I hold on, I won't let go 'til it bleeds
You don't need to bother; I don't need to be I'll keep slipping farther But once I hold on: I'll never live down my deceit
I believe the love you talk about with me Is it true, do I care Honestly, you can try to wipe the memories aside But it's you that you erase
'cause there's no place that I could be without you It's too far to discard the life I once knew Honestly, all the weather storms are bringing Are just a picture of my dreams 'cause when I think of you as mine And allow myself with time To lead into the life we want I feel loved, honestly I feel loved, this honestly
I believe you mean the best that life can bring I believe in it all Honestly, you can try Your heart is just as long as mine Is it ours to let go
'cause there's not place that I could be without you It's too dark to discard the life I once knew Honestly, a single wrong is not enough To cover up the pain in us 'cause when I think of you as mine And allow myself with time To lead into the life we want I feel loved, honestly I'll make a joke so you must laugh I'll break your heart so you must ask Is this the way to get us back I don't know, honestly I don't know, this honestly
There's no place that I could be without you Honestly
There's no place that I could be without you There's no place that I could gleam without you There's no place that I could dream without you There's no place that I could be without you Honestly
sa mga maiiksing panahon na madaling nalilimot nakakalimutan, walang muog na naititindig walang dahilan na nahahapag. marupok.
hindi kita mamahalin tulad ng mga pulang rosas na ang pula ay nanakawin lamang ng panahon at ng pag-ulit ulit ng mga gawi, paguulit ng panahon hindi ka maikukubli sa maliit na paso ng aking pagnanasa dahil sayo ang daigdig at ikaw ang kaniyang natatanging anak. malaya kang maglalaro na kasama ng hangin tulad ng mga batang nakabilad sa init ng umaga.
malaya.
hindi kita mahal dahil tayo ay ikinukubli parin ng dilim ng lalim ng gabi. ng mga anino ng nakaraan na nagtatanim ng pait sa ating mga labi, ng unos na bumubuhos sa magdamag gumugupo sa mga panaginip gumuguho sa mga pangarap salamat sayo,lahat sila napapawi sa akin lahat sila naglalaho kasama ng sakit na aking nararamdaman sa tuwing ikaw ay mawawala.
sa gitna ng kaguluhang ito hindi kita mamahalin kung ito ay sa ikapapanatag ng aking kaluluwa sa ikahihimbing ng aking mga gabi habang ang daluyong ng sakuna ay humahampas.
Dahil hindi ko nais ng kapayapaan sa daigdig hindi kita mamahalin Dahil kahit ang mata mo man ay batis ng kristal na dahan dahang rumaragasa, tahimik ngunit malalim na nagungusap hindi mapipigilan sa kanyang napipintong pagbabalik sa puso ng dagat.
hindi kita mahal hindi kita mahal kung papano ka nila minahal.
ngunit patuloy parin kitang hahanapin sa liwanag ng bukangliwayway. doon kung saan mas malaya kitang mamahalin.
In a little while from now If I’m not feeling any less sour I promise myself to treat myself And visit a nearby tower And climbing to the top will throw myself off In an effort to make it clear to who Ever what it’s like when you’re shattered Left standing in the lurch at a church Where people saying: "My God, that’s tough She's stood him up" No point in us remaining We may as well go home As I did on my own Alone again, naturally
To think that only yesterday I was cheerful, bright and gay Looking forward to well wouldn’t do The role I was about to play But as if to knock me down Reality came around And without so much, as a mere touch Cut me into little pieces Leaving me to doubt Talk about God and His mercy Or if He really does exist Why did He desert me in my hour of need I truly am indeed Alone again, naturally
It seems to me that there are more hearts broken in the world that can’t be mended Left unattended What do we do? What do we do?
Alone again, naturally Now looking back over the years And whatever else that appears I remember I cried when my father died Never wishing to hide the tears And at sixty-five years old My mother, God rest her soul, Couldn’t understand why the only man She had ever loved had been taken Leaving her to start with a heart so badly broken Despite encouragement from me No words were ever spoken And when she passed away I cried and cried all day Alone again, naturally Alone again, naturally
I didnt know what to expect with this film. i haven't even heard about it. i just downloaded it somewhere.
