But the thing that Im left with is rather mundane, but I wanted to say it anyway. Paul McCartney was, of all the Beatles, the pure songman. He wrote music because he loved music. He really didnt want to do anything else. For him, being a Beatle was the best deal in the world.
via Scripting News: Rediscovering the Beatles.
LSS :: Samson By Regina Spektor
Love this song.
Samson
You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth
I have to go, I have to go
Your hair was long when we first met
Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
He ate a slice of Wonderbread
And went right back to bed
And history books forgot about us
And the Bible didn’t mention us
The Bible didn’t mention us, not even once
You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first , I loved you first
Beneath the stars came falling on our heads
But they’re just old light
They’re just old light
Your hair was long when we first met
Samson came to my bed
Told me that my hair was red
Told me I was beautiful and came into my bed
I cut his hair myself one night
A pair of dull scissors and the yellow light
He told me that I’d done all right
And kissed me until the morning light, the morning light
And he kissed me until the morning light
Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
Ate a slice of Wonderbread
And went right back to bed
We couldn’t break the columns down
No, we couldn’t destroy a single one
And the history books forgot about us
And the Bible didn’t mention us
Not even once
You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first
LSS: Stop This Train by John Mayer
Sobrang naastigan ako sa kantang ito. I quoted this to a friend last friday or was it saturday already:
“So scared of getting older I’m only good at being young So I play the numbers game to find away to say that life has just begun”
Here is a link to a youtube video of a live performance.
No I’m not color blind
I know the world is black and white
Try to keep an open mind but…
I just can’t sleep on this tonight
Stop this train I want to get off and go home again
I can’t take the speed it’s moving in
I know I can’t
But honestly won’t someone stop this train
Don’t know how else to say it, don’t want to see my parents go
One generation’s length away
From fighting life out on my own
Stop this train
I want to get off and go home again
I can’t take the speed it’s moving in
I know I can’t but honestly won’t someone stop this train
So scared of getting older
I’m only good at being young
So I play the numbers game to find away to say that life has just begun
Had a talk with my old man
Said help me understand
He said turn 68, you’ll renegotiate
Don’t stop this train
Don’t for a minute change the place you’re in
Don’t think I couldn’t ever understand
I tried my hand
John, honestly we’ll never stop this train
See once in a while when it’s good
It’ll feel like it should
And they’re all still around
And you’re still safe and sound
And you don’t miss a thing
’til you cry when you’re driving away in the dark.
Singing stop this train I want to get off and go home again
I can’t take this speed it’s moving in
I know I can’t
Cause now I see I’ll never stop this train
(think I got ’em now)
Current LSS :: (What's So Funny 'Bout) Peace, Love And Understanding
got the lyrics here
(What’s So Funny ‘Bout) Peace, Love And Understanding
As I walk through
This wicked world
Searchin’ for light in the darkness of insanity.
I ask myself
Is all hope lost?
Is there only pain and hatred, and misery?
And each time I feel like this inside,
There’s one thing I wanna know:
What’s so funny ’bout peace love & understanding? Ohhhh
What’s so funny ’bout peace love & understanding?
And as I walked on
Through troubled times
My spirit gets so downhearted sometimes
So where are the strong
And who are the trusted?
And where is the harmony?
Sweet harmony.
‘Cause each time I feel it slippin’ away, just makes me wanna cry.
What’s so funny ’bout peace love & understanding? Ohhhh
What’s so funny ’bout peace love & understanding?
So where are the strong?
And who are the trusted?
And where is the harmony?
Sweet harmony.
‘Cause each time I feel it slippin’ away, just makes me wanna cry.
What’s so funny ’bout peace love & understanding? Ohhhh
What’s so funny ’bout peace love & understanding? Ohhhh
What’s so funny ’bout peace love & understanding?
Currently Playing::New York Minute
“New York Minute”
Harry got up
Dressed all in black
Went down to the station
And he never came back
They found his clothing
Scattered somewhere down the track
And he won’t be down on Wall Street
in the morning
He had a home
The love of a girl
But men get lost sometimes
As years unfurl
One day he crossed some line
And he was too much in this world
But I guess it doesn’t matter anymore
In a New York Minute
Everything can change
In a New York Minute
Things can get pretty strange
In a New York Minute
Everything can change
In a New York Minute
Lying here in the darkness
I hear the sirens wail
Somebody going to emergency
Somebody’s going to jail
If you find somebody to love in this world
You better hang on tooth and nail
The wolf is always at the door
In a New York Minute
Everything can change
In a New York Minute
Things can get a little strange
In a New York Minute
Everything can change
In a New York Minute
And in these days
When darkness falls early
And people rush home
To the ones they love
You better take a fool’s advice
And take care of your own
One day they’re here;
Next day they’re gone
I pulled my coat around my shoulders
And took a walk down through the park
The leaves were falling around me
The groaning city in the gathering dark
On some solitary rock
A desperate lover left his mark,
“Baby, I’ve changed. Please come back.”
What the head makes cloudy
The heart makes very clear
The days were so much brighter
In the time when she was here
But I know there’s somebody somewhere
Make these dark clouds disappear
Until that day, I have to believe
I believe, I believe
In a New York Minute
Everything can change
In a New York Minute
You can get out of the rain
In a New York Minute
Everything can change
In a New York Minute
Musings 2010 09 02
A day late but the day is still the day for me.
I had fever yesterday and after church I decided to skip work and sleep till I felt okay. Woke up 11 PM . Been listening to The Smiths Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now care of Jayson, then listened about 2 times back to back to the 500 Days of Summer OST, fortunately I have a copy of The Graduate. Went to Something Fishy with peire, and was pleasantly surprised with the addition of a Glazed ham on the midnight to breakfast buffet, competition rules. Watched The Graduate after getting home. This is the second time I’ve watched the Graduate. It seems that the reason I didn’t get it the first time was because the first time I saw it I was just a college freshman watching too many movies, not really knowing the pointless grind life can be at the end of college. Saturdays is our high school batch’s 10 year. Maybe this is why I’m being more reflective than usual, that and a few hard core things.
Review :: Gloc-9's Matrikula. | whapakk.
I’ve nothing against anyone who doesn’t prefer hip-hop, or to narrow it down, local rap artists. What I hate are those instances when people just dismiss a homegrown artist just because he or she sings in our own language and/or just because that artist caters to the masses, in the process discrediting the talent that is required to produce such original songs. It doesn’t have to be hip-hop. It doesn’t have to be ballad. When it’s a local artist sweating it out to write songs in Filipino, don’t be an asshole and look down on the final work because it’s jologs. Listen to it, then judge it. Then perhaps, I’ll respect your educated opinion.
That said, I’m rating Gloc-9’s masterpiece a 10 out of 10.
via Gloc-9’s Matrikula. | whapakk..