May iniisip ka?
Oo.
Ano?
Ayaw kong sabihin. Baka magkatotoo.
Dahil makulit ka
Kilala kita. Oo, ikaw 'yun: Nagkasalubong na tayo minsan, sa LRT, sa Gotohan, sa kanto ng Aurora at Katipunan. Nagkatinginan tayo. Hindi mo ako kinausap, pero alam ko, nakilala mo rin ako. Kaya ka narito, di ba? Para sabihing, Oo, oo, ikaw nga 'yun. Naaalala kita.
na, mula noong 24 Enero, 2006, ang nakitambay dito
may pulis, may pulis sa ilalim ng tulay
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Ayuuuuun. Gets ko na:
Rain King Counting Crows
When I think of heaven Deliver me in a black-winged bird I think of flying down into a sea of pens and feathers And all other instruments of faith and sex and God in the belly of a black-winged bird. Don’t try to feed me I’ve been here before and I deserve a little more
I belong in the service of the queen I belong anywhere but in between She’s been crying, I’ve been thinking And I am the rain king
And I said mama, mama, mama, why am I so alone? I can’t go outside I’m scared I might not make it home I’m alive, I’m alive but I’m sinking in If there’s anyone at home at your place, darling Why don’t you invite me in? Don’t try to bleed me Cause I’ve been there before and I deserve a little more
I belong in the service of the queen I belong anywhere but in between She’s been lying, I’ve been sinking And I am the rain king
Hey, I only want the same as anyone Henderson is waiting for the sun Oh, it seems night endlessly begins and ends After all the dreaming I come home again...
When I think of heaven Deliver me in a black-winged bird I think of dying Lay me down in a field of flame and heather Render up my body into the burning heart of God in the belly of a black-winged bird Don’t try to change me Cause I’ve been here before and I deserve a little more
I belong in the service of the queen I belong anywhere but in between She’s been dying, I’ve been drinking And I am the rain king
***
Hindi pa ako uuwi, bibili lang ako ng kornik, para may pulutanin tayo.
O, patak-patak na rin para sa yosi.
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Sabi ni Federico Garcia Lorca sa Cante Jodo (Deep Song):
"The duende is a momentary burst of inspiration, the blush of all that is truly alive, all that the performer is creating at a certain moment. The duende resembles what Goethe calls the "demoniacal." It manifests itself principally among musicians and poets of the spoken word, rather than among painters and architects, for it needs the trembling of the moment and then a long silence."
***
Habang naggogrocery sa Shopwise kasama sina Leo, may dalawang babae kaming nadaanan. Sabi nila, "Sir, free taste po ng Bailey's. Sir, libre siya, okey, masarap."
Sabi ko, "Okey 'yan, a. Tamang-tama, birthday mo, mehn."
Sabi ni Leo, "Sandali. Bili muna tayo ng V-Cut. Para may pulutan tayo."
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Hindi angkop, pero:
Sister Luck Black Crowes
Worried sick my eyes are hurting To rest my head I’d take a life Outside the girls are dancing ’cause when you’re down it just don’t seem right
Feeling second fiddle to a dead man Up to my neck with your disregard Like a beat dog that’s walking on the broadway No one wants to hear you when you’re down
Sister luck is screaming out Somebody else’s name Sister luck is screaming out Somebody else’s name
A flip of a coin Might make a head turn No surprise, who sleeps Held my hand over a candle Flame burnin’ but I never weep
Sister luck is screaming out Somebody else’s name Sister luck is screaming out Somebody else’s name
What a shame
***
Pag-ibig ba 'ka mo? 'Eto, p're, makinig ka nang mabuti:
Huwag kang papasok sa mga ganyan nang inaasahan mong may kapalit ang pag-ibig na inilalaan mo. At kung may iniaalay naman sa iyong kahit ano, huwag mong isiping umaasa ang nag-aalay na may kapalit ito. Hindi 'yan Math o Economics o Accounting. Huwag mong daanin sa kuwentahan, sa bilangan.
Basta't ibigay mo ang kaya mong ibigay. Pagkatapos nu'n, subukin mo pang magbigay nang kaunti. At kaunti pa, at kaunti pa. At kapag nabigo ka rito, okey lang 'yun, huwag mong sisihin ang sarili mo. Tawagan mo ako, tapos inuman tayo.
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'Eto, mas ukol:
Thorn In My Pride Black Crowes pa rin
Wake me when the day breaks Show me how the sun shines Tell me about your heartaches Who could be so unkind? Do you dream to touch me? And smile down deep inside Or could you just kill me? It’s hard to make up your mind, sometimes.
My angels, my devils, my thorn in my pride.
Are you wanting inspiration You spill your secrets on me Then you tell me with a whisper Of things that will never be. Do you hear me breathing? Does it make you want to scream? Did you ever like a bad dream? Sometimes life is obscene.
My angels, my devils, my thorn in my pride.
Lover cover me with your sleep Let your love light shine Lover cover me with a good dream Let your love light shine
***
May itatanong siya at titingin ka sa malayo, at iyon na ang sagot.
At tatango siya, kahit hindi niya nakita ang iyong pagpikit.
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Better Patrick Rosal
What’s ruined you shouldn’t see right away It should take all the mornings you’ve ever spent bawling over something small long before you even know true grief It should take the first moment you watch your mother place her lips on the open mouth of your father dropped on your corridor floor until she breathes him back to life It should take that whole night and the next eleven hundred to follow when you’ve earned the patience of thieves your own teeth already begun to rot from your gums the ache in your ankles your knees your hip It should take some terrible song and the rum-sweet sway of a woman’s body you hold against yours
Brothers on nights like this we dance because we don’t know any better Thank God we don’t or else we all might live forever sitting down
Wreckage, thy name is progress.
It hurts just to think of you.
--"Loves," Dunn. (Done.)