Wednesday, March 12, 2014

just random

Green light, Seven Eleven 
You stop in for a pack of cigarettes 
You don't smoke, don't even want to 
Hey now, check your change

i woke up this afternoon inundated with memories:  from last Sunday night's Rak of Aegis to the morning after shift gigs of Orange and Lemons i saw, to New Yorker in Tondo in high school; Superbook, Flying House, The Three Stooges, Sampaguita Pictures classics on RPN9 and even an argument as to who came first: Voltes V or Voltron (the lions); to duets i sang with straight men, gay men and even the ones with my ex-girlfriend;

Dressed up like a car crash 
Your wheels are turning but you're upside down 
You say when he hits you, you don't mind 
Because when he hurts you, you feel alive 
Hey babe, is that what it is 

and even further back to the black and white tv i poured water on when i was a kid because i thought it needed cleaning; my mother's wake, my father's wake; hanging out with friends, whether drunk or sober, laughing or crying, they came back to me all of a sudden.

Red lights, gray morning 
You stumble out of a hole in the ground 
A vampire or a victim 
It depends on who's around 

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this is the b&w tv i poured water on one Sunday afternoon, because it was inaalikabok (word which means gathering dust in Filipino) and i thought it needed cleaning.

You used to stay in to watch the adverts 
You could lip synch to the talk shows 

it made me think:  am i going to die today or am i meeting the one?

And if you look, you look through me 
And when you talk, you talk at me 
And when I touch you, you don't feel a thing 

i wonder why every time i hear the song Lips of an Angel, i cannot help but think of macho dancers**.

If I could stay... 
Then the night would give you up 
Stay...and the day would keep its trust 
Stay...and the night would be enough 

i really don't feel anything for you anymore.  right now it's just anger.  indifference.  all those times i was there for you and you were never there for me.

Faraway, so close 
Up with the static and the radio 
With satelite television 
You can go anywhere 
Miami, New Orleans 
London, Belfast and Berlin 

how hard is it to print an agenda?  or lyrics and chords to songs?  i don't think you need to finish law school to do that.  it ain't rocket science.

And if you listen I can't call 
And if you jump, you just might fall 
And if you shout, I'll only hear you 

i know i sent him the status report before i left the office this morning . . .

If I could stay... 
Then the night would give you up 
Stay...then the day would keep its trust 
Stay...with the demons you drowned 
Stay...with the spirit I found 
Stay...and the night would be enough 

i am very much fascinated with you, but like all men i pine over, i know i cannot have you, and i know this fascination will not last, because i am very much attached to my work and all my principles and you live in a world so much different than mine.  i would love the idea though, that you and i can be friends in the real world, because we make each other laugh and i could really use someone like you in my life.

Three o'clock in the morning 
It's quiet and there's no one around 
Just the bang and the clatter 
As an angel runs to ground 

i have all these thoughts in imaginary conversations with you.

Just the bang 
And the clatter 
As an angel 
Hits the ground

but i don't know you yet.

*lyrics of U2's Stay (Faraway, So Close) courtesy of
**Filipino term for male strippers