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Declaration (Words and music: Jon Black)
The Bonus track on Jon Black's newest album, "Goodbye Golden Age".
He wrote this song after having a fire drill at his office job, and, as he stood outside the building, decided that a cubicle wasn't for him. That night, he went home and wrote this song, the next day, he quit his desk job to pursue his love for music.
You've got to be kidding me
This can't be what I'm made for
To wake up and fall in line
Never feel or taste more
So I'm staring at the ocean tide
With this wind surrounding me
Let the restlessness inside
Lead to life abundantly
We're living in a land
where we go through these motions
just like fools, just like slaves
bound up, and shackled in these chains
this is a declaration
We want more
we want more
we want more
than this world can give
It's routine that's robbing us
it's routine some live for
'Cause routine is safe and calm
Ah, but we could ride this storm
but we're buried here alive
and we've got ourselves to blame
and we'll never feel the sun
and we'll never feel the rain
We're living in a land
where we go through these motions
just like fools, just like slaves
bound up and shackled in these chains
this is a declaration
We want more
we want more
we want more
than this world can give
We want more
we want more
we want more
than this world can give
We want more
we want more
we want more
than this world can give
We're living in a land
where we go through these motions
just like fools, just like slaves
bound up and shackled in these chains
this is a declaration
This is a declaration
We want more
we want more
we want more
than this world can give
We want more then this world can give
We want more then this world can give.
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Doing All Right (by: Queen)
Words and music by Brian May and Tim Staffell
"Doing All Right" was written by Brian May and Tim Staffell while in the pre-Queen band, Smile. The song changes many times throughout, from light pop music to acoustic guitars and even contains a section that could only be referred to as heavy metal. This is one of the few Queen songs to feature Brian May on the piano. (source: Wikipedia)
Yesterday my life was in ruin
Now today I know what I'm doing
Got a feeling I should be doing all right
Doing all right
Where will I be this time tomorrow?
Jumped in joy or sinking in sorrow
Anyway I should be doing all right
Doing all right
Should be waiting for the sun
Looking round to find the words to say
Should be waiting for the skies to clear
There ain't time in all the world
Should be waiting for the sun
And anyway I've got to hide away
Yesterday my life was in ruin
Now today God knows what I'm doing
Anyway I should be doing all right
Doing all right
For 27 years I've been trying to believe and confide in
Different people I've found.
Some of them got closer than others
Some wouldn't even bother and then you came around
I didn't really know what to call you, you didn't know me at all
But I was happy to explain.
I never really knew how to move you
So I tried to intrude through the little holes in your veins
And I saw you
But that's not an invitation
That's all I get
If this is communication
I disconnect
I've seen you, I know you
But I don't know
How to connect, so I disconnect
You always seem to know where to find me and I'm still here behind you
In the corner of your eye.
I'll never really learn how to love you
But I know that I love you through the hole in the sky.
Where I see you
And that's not an invitation
That's all I get
If this is communication
I disconnect
I've seen you, I know you
But I don't know
How to connect, so I disconnect
Well this is an invitation
It's not a threat
If you want communication
That's what you get
I'm talking and talking
But I don't know
How to connect
And I hold a record for being patient
With your kind of hesitation
Oh I need you, you want me
But I don't know how to connect
Hmmm. I think we can both agree -- yes, you and me -- that this blog has been out of the limelight for far too long (and by limelight, I don't mean the fabulous kind, blame it on my recent writing vacation, I used the word for lack of a better term).
Anyway, for all those visiting this puny space of mine in the virtual world, and who does so every so often, let me begin by saying that although I am not really sorry, (because that is not the proper term -- the word I'm looking for, the term that aptly describes my feelings towards this issue, my dear, escapes me), I am nonetheless, almost always heartbroken. Maybe I will remember the exact term after a paragraph or two, who knows? God knows how much I need your patience right now because I have run out of it for myself. I guess what I'm trying to say is that a writing/blogging vacation isn't really good for me or for anyone else for that matter. Even for those people who stumble across my posts once in a while, either by choice or by divine intervention. And each and every time I see the same IP address arriving on my page on a different time, different day, my heart stops and bleeds -- because the truth is, I never really wanted to stop writing, regardless if nobody but myself gets to read what i write. You see, what many people (bloggers) have discovered (whether they admit it or not) is that there is joy enough in publishing content for all the world to see (and read). Nevermind the prospect of fame or appreciation -- those are just icing on the cake. The real joy of blogging is the act itself -- sitting in front of a pc, with nothing but your thoughts running through your fingers, pressing each letter on the keyboard -- that poor thing trying to absorb whatever emotion comes with each press..
You start with practically nothing -- from scratch. And after the whole affair is through, which lasts variably from minutes to hours to days, the "publish" button eagerly waiting for your click seems to bat its eyelashes at you, teasing you, taunting at you, as if to shout "click me if you dare!" and the blogger spirit in you, the writer heart that you wear ever so proudly but traceless of arrogance, finally gives in -- click you I will! Click you I dare!
Posts are made up of paragraphs. Paragraphs of sentences. Sentences of words. Words of thoughts. Thoughts of sparks -- images conjured up by one's valiant heart. There is apprehension, yes. But will I let it get me down? No. Will it stop me from writing? No.
The blogger of today is not so different from the prolific writers of the past, if only for the fact that once they start writing, they no longer belong to themselves, but to those who "read" them.
So yes, this blogger is yours. Apprehensively, yes. But yours just the same.
Ah yes, that "term" I was looking for? It got away. :)
Allow me to make a humble "thank you" note
For all the people who remembered me and wrote.
For those who left messages everywhere and bothered
And those wonderful friends who chatted and lingered.
You who took time out from your otherwise busy day
You who stopped awhile, left me a message and did say,
My dear friend, RJ, I wish you a very "Happy Birthday"!
You who would have otherwise thought,
"Nah, she doesn't need a greeting
Look at her in that photo, she seems happy as a goat!"
And a goat -- indeed I am, for I was born in the year of the Ram,
And being an Aries, I tell you, happiness is but a jar of jam!
I see joy in everything, even where there is none.
I find comfort in a Being, higher than all of us, bar none. Continue reading →
I won't be writing much on this blog for quite some time for personal reasons. However, I will still write posts once in a while but I won't engage you in thoughtful monologues as before (that means I wouldn't be writing much original content for a time). I hope I don't get to disappoint the few people who visit here (that's people like you) for whatever reason. I write crappy articles anyway so I'm sure my posts would hardly be missed.
I would like to stress that this "partial" blogging hiatus doesn't have anything to do with the Lenten Season or the fact that my birthday's coming up. It's just a natural course that people (and blogs) go through. Don't ask me why because there's no way I'd tell you.
The following song is "And I Love You So" by Don McLean -- whose voice I will always love and whose songwriting skills I will always worship (now, don't be jealous Rod Stewart -- you know you aren't my first love). Continue reading →
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ARE YOU PROUDLY PINOY?
March is Women’s Month
Phenomenal Woman by: Maya Angelou
Many people wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
When I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
The flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
The joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Men themselves have wondered
what they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Now you understand
just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palms of my hands,
the need for my care.
Because I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's my mother and all your mothers
And my grandmothers and your grandmothers
And my great grandmothers and your greats
And my great greats
And yours
And all you women
And Me!
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