Tila Siya ang Nagiging Musika Sa Aking Munting Mundo
Sa tugtuging Bago
walang tatalo,
ngunit sa tugtuging Luma
ay para bang
binabaon na sa lupa.
Ano pa ba ang ritmo
na gugustuhin pa niya
ngayong ako'y tumatanda na?
Ililipad ba ako ng hangin sa tuwing
oras ay nagdaraan?
Maglalahong
parang bula.. o
mawawalang parang
multo sa kadiliman?
Sa kalagitnaan nitong
gabi'y aking tatanawin,
O malayong abot-tanaw!
Nawa'y palaging
mahimbing itong
aking pagtulog
upang magising
ng tama at wasto
sa araw-araw!—
Nagsasalita Rin Ba Ang Biyolin?
Nagsasalita rin ba
ang Biyolin?
Ganyan naman sila,
pati ang Piyano.
Kung magsasabay
ay melodya lang
ang tanging habol.
Sa mga interpretasyon
lang kung magkakatalo,
sa ganda, at hugis
ng kanilang
mga naratibo.
Gaya ng ulan,
sa kanilang pagpatak
Maingay man sa iba
ay dahil ito'y
parang may binabalak
O Ingay, sa hagod, at kalampag,
tilamsik at bangayan ninyo,
Nawa'y ako'y 'wag
mapaiyak, aking di maaninag na Anino
Hindi pa man nagdaratingan ang mga ibong marikit,
sa sandaling ito,
sana'y malaman mong
nawala ka ng isang saglit.
I’m knocking on her place of business
I ring her doorbell to the dogs
They run up biting on my ankles
She jingles over when she walks
In with the old and out with the new
She’s selling your old clothes back to you
Just like her mother and her mother’s mother too
Labor of love line running through
There’s a rooster telling the weather
And a feather quill for a pen
It’s a life that holds her together
Amanda
Antique-a
You just gotta meet her
Dying in my anticipation
Killing time and warming the bench
What’s the point of waiting and waiting?
Amanda
Antique-a
You just gotta
Isn’t it nice? Isn’t it nice? Isn’t it nice?
Isn’t it nice? Isn’t it nice? Isn’t it nice?
Peace poles and holy rollers standing
Side by side shooting up like trees
Signs of hope or premonitions
I never know which to believe
And my degree’s one part companion
And one part stalling from the day
The rows of pines that hold me over
Bend into Hoboken and break
Isn’t it nice? Isn’t it nice? Isn’t it nice?
Isn’t it nice? Isn’t it nice? Isn’t it nice?
I’ve got a hundred letters I said I’d never send
A hundred more in waiting just sitting round my head
And no one hears them but the
Dust bunnies living in my brain
I’d write a hundred better if I could find the time
And while the clock is ticking, I walk a thinning line
Between my endless waiting and going pretty much insane
(Let ‘em out, let ‘em out)
Music from a Forgotten Age
Darkened smoke filled rooms
When Trumpet’s, Saxophones, Clarinets…..
Were all the rage.
My memories, are many.
Some are bitter, most, are.....
Sweet .
Happy times, sad times, bad times.
But all......
My times.
Some shared, with those .....that cared .
Though not that many……
The rain has gone !
Skies are blue
Play your song,
I'll sing along
Standing, neath your window.
I see your face behind the glass.
But you don’t see me
Seems
it's a doomed love
never meant to last
Giajl © Jim Love
The Sweetest Music
I ever heard ….
Was the sound of your voice.
And it ever resonates,
in my head.
I hear it play…… everyday.
Who’d have thought?
Even though I never learned its words.
The melody melted my heart.
Causing tears to fall, to ever ……flow.
Clouding my mind.
Sometimes a mere moment, can last a lifetime.
While love……
In all its forms
will be with us, for all eternity…….
Giajl © Jim Love
another lazy night with my heartbeat in my ears
wondering how the clouds moved so low
another morning half awake
with your arms around me
another day we are cracking up at-
basically nothing
basically everything
how the fuck is this real
you leave and this song scratches at the part of my brain
that wants to know you like I know this world
to know you like I know only endings
to know you like I know myself
to know you like I know the oldest songs
to listen to you like this
a long hug and to not let go
our shadows are touching
I am half the things I want to be
and all the things I am trying to get rid of
but this melody has made me
and someday it might break me down
like the way that our paths collide,
the way that I hear you speak
between measures
so I’ll follow this rhythm
like it will build my heart
who knows
maybe it will
—Nagsasalita rin ba ang Gitara?
Nagsasalita din ba ang gitara?
'yun ang tanong
ng 'di kamiyembro
ng banda.
Ang Tambol naman
ay nagpahiwatig ng
pagkadismaya.
Subalit
maganda't
may Biyolin o
Orkestra!
Halina't sumama,
tara na't gumala,
parang ibon—
ang paanyaya.
Sapagkat ito ay katagang
madalang sabihin
marahil napadalas pa—
Kung ang kalungkutan ay
natatamasa
malugod ang pagdiriwang
ang alintana!
Kung ang tinataglay
ay tila bang
nawawaglit na,
pagkalupaypay man at
pagkabalisa,
tuluyan nga bang
ang ating mundo ng pag-ibig
ay walang bisa?
Yeah I'm just a fat kid
I have to admit that
I'm just a fat ass
A junkie for junk food
Give me a meal for two
I go to the drive thru
And order the menu
Then I'll order take out
And clean their supply out
Cause I'm a really really
Really really
Really really
Fat kid
Teen girl: 'Ew, gross! That kid is so fat, he literally makes me want to gag, like seriously, look at how fat that kid is.'
I've got double wide chins
I've got really big tits
But I'm not even a chick
I can't even see my dick
And I'm not even 10 yet
I'm just so damn bloated
I can't sit on the toilet
Without taking a huge shit
Cause I'm a really really
Really really
Really really
Fat kid
Yeah I'm just a fat ass fucking kid
Kid: 'I'm so fat that when I do jumping jacks people think there's an earthquake happening'
Welcome to America,
We have on-tap medication
Instant gratification
And sex is the main attraction
On every TV show
There are countless regulations
Gender neutralization
And guns bought without discretion
By some mental psycho
Living in America,
You'll find public degradation
Racial intensification
And violence glorification
Sits high up on a throne
There's widespread defamation
Family demoralization
And schools force indoctrination
Even when kids are home
-I hope you're happy now
We did this to ourselves
The ship is sinking down
We're living in this hell
But you can count me out
Yeah, you can count me out- ( pre chorus)
-America's gone suicidal
And everyone is in denial
America's gone suicidal
America's gone suicidal- (chorus)
Farewell to America,
Dying from exacerbation
Killing what's left of this nation
And these bastards want formation
So we will come undone
I hope you're happy now
We did this to ourselves
The ship is sinking down
We're living in this hell
But you can count me out
Yeah you can count me out
America's gone suicidal
And everyone is in denial
America's gone suicidal
America's gone suicidal
Prison's overpopulated
Drugs are oversaturated
Everybody's medicated
Everything's incorporated
Sin's become domesticated
Whores are being celebrated
Churches getting compensated
Cities are all crime infested
Our freedom has been confiscated
And everyone's been inundated
But you can count me out
Yeah, you can count me out
America's gone suicidal
And everyone is in denial
America's gone suicidal
And nobody showed up for trial
America's in such denial
America's gone suicidal
2/1/23