Words for the Unspoken. Eulogies for the Past. Songs for things that may come.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Hope Springs Eternal
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Damien Rice
Go bow end send mend bend pretend
Shut your face again
Bleed seed need read breath on my knees
If you leave me now
It's not that I can't take it
It's just that somehow
I think you'd break it
So much beyond repair
Like pulling out my hair
And poisoning the roots
A gun that never shoots again
And if you leave me now
And take him deep within your throne
Like you did when you were coming home
And you did again in Mexico
And again before you go
And I believed your lies, your lies, your lies
So turn and walk away
I've overspoken
Said all that I can say
I know that I can kneel
And I could cry
And I know that I could show you how I died
But what good would it do?
Give the world another fool
If you're gonna stay
Don't just say it
Stay, really stay
I don't want any more goodbyes
Any more disguise
No more tossing coins
Or him between your loins
And if you're gonna stay
I'll place you high upon a hill
And with my hands
I'll build a tower in your name
And you will do the same
Won't you my love?
Won't you my love?
Won't you my love?
Or just turn and walk away
I've overspoken
Said all that I can say
I know that I can kneel
And kiss your feet
Walk ahead and clear the street
So you don't have to meet
But what good would it do
Give the world another fool
Turn and walk away
I've overspoken
Now what more can I say?
I know that I can kneel
And I can cry
I know, I know
That I can show you how I died
Now what good would it do
Give the world another fool
Just sitting on this stool
I'm close to giving up on you
Saturday, May 24, 2008
The Sun Is Shining
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Internet Shop
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Lost Time
Monday, May 12, 2008
A Mother's Child
I am a child of many mothers.
My mothers come in many forms, in various shapes and personalities, but all sprung up in my life in periods that they were needed. True to form, a mother recognizes a hurting child without hearing him cry, and nurtures him.
You may perhaps recognize some of them too as your own: the mother hens in our group of friends, the flamboyant mudra, the wiser (not necessarily older) bestfriend, even a former college professor and of course, our very own, whose wombs birthed us into this world.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
You Lost Me Already
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Spot the Difference
Monday, May 05, 2008
Tide Shifting
College Student Again
I'm so glad I passed the talent determination test (TDT) at UP fine arts. Got the docus already. I just need to hit the ground and apply. Yay. College student all over again. Hehehe.