As we shelve memories of 2009 and resolve to start anew in 2010, forget not "the good times and the bad you've seen and all the others in between..."
Happy New Year everyone! Let us remember each other and look forward to tomorrow with faith in love and in God.
Times of Your Life
by: Paul Anka
Good morning, yesterday
You wake up and time has slipped away
And suddenly it's hard to find
The memories you left behind
Remember, do you remember?
The laughter and the tears
The shadows of misty yesteryears
The good times and the bad you've seen
And all the others in between
Remember, do you remember
The times of your life (do you remember)
Reach back for the joy and the sorrow
Put them away in your mind
The mem'ries are time that you borrow
To spend when you get to tomorrow
Here comes the saddest part
The seasons are passing one by one
So gather moments while you may
Collect the dreams you dream today
Remember, will you remember
The times of your life
Gather moments while you may
Collect the dreams you dream today
Remember, will you remember
The times of your life
Of your life
Of your life
Do you remember, baby
Do you remember the times of your life
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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
Since we're tired of hearing our dear President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo tell us many sugar-coated lies --- exaggerating on small progress made, bombarding us with impressive video presentations and ramming so-called impressive statistics down our throats while at the same time downplaying the many important issues that hound her administration to this day, why not, for a change, hear her sing instead?
Beauty, eh? :) Lovely idea, if you ask me. But what song? What song would an honest PGMA would have wanted us to hear? If there was only "us" -- the Filipino people and God to listen to her minus her allies (that seem to put so much pressure on her excellency), what do you think the song would be about?
I got a song for you, PGMA. And I would love to hear you sing it to all of us.
Something To Say
by: Harem Scarem
Yesterday I had it all worked out to a "T"
But now something's wrong between you and me I was wrong, so wrong To think that I would stay
Seasons come and seasons go
And today is another day
I wanna say now's the time
To go our separate ways
I don't know I might be wrong
Could we find the strength to say
That our love, our love's seen some better days And who's to say if I had the chance
That I'd make the choice to stay
If you ever had something that you wanted to say
You better start talking before I go away I wish that I could say I've been feeling okay
That I'll be bringing on the better days
But I wouldn't feel right
Knowing I was lying to you
Am I wasting all my time, will we try to make amends
I try to read between the lines
But all I see is the end
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Yes, PGMA. In today's 2009 State of the Nation Address happening at 4PM, the last of yours, how I wish you sing this to us. (and if you could also play us the kick-ass intro, that'd be so cool!) And how I wish you digest every line. I have something to say. Everyone has something to say to you.
I used to like you PGMA. I actually voted for you as VP in 98 and as President in 2004. Now, I grieve at such a mistake that have cost me and my country so much suffering.
But you know, you don't really have to sing it. You can just tell this to us, as sincerely as you can. Tell us the truth -- as it is, no lies, no games, no pretense. Tell us that you've had shortcomings, tell us you fell short of our expectations, tell us, that you, high and mighty as you are, have also made countless mistakes that steered us into the wrong direction. Then maybe, just maybe, we can forgive you. Because only then can we see the good side of you and your brand of leadership. Stop forcing us to see things through your rose-colored glasses. We both know we are deluding ourselves. In your last hurrah, the last few months of your Presidency, come down from your mighty throne, throw those glasses and let's see reality together. If you ever wanted to leave us a legacy, leave us a legacy of contrition, of making amends. It may be too little now, but dear President, I tell you, it is never too late.
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Dear countrymen, there you go. If you ever have something that you wanted to say, you better start talking before she goes away -- that is, if she ever goes away. #
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
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 →
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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