Thursday, May 31, 2007

Perfect Day

By Lou Reed
Transformer (1972)

Just a perfect day,
Drink Sangria in the park,
And then later, when it gets dark,
We go home.
Just a perfect day,
Feed animals in the zoo
Then later, a movie, too,
And then home.

Oh it's such a perfect day,
I'm glad I spent it with you.
Oh such a perfect day,
You just keep me hanging on,
You just keep me hanging on.

Just a perfect day,
Problems all left alone,
Weekenders on our own.
It's such fun.
Just a perfect day,
You made me forget myself.
I thought I was someone else,
Someone good.

Oh it's such a perfect day,
I'm glad I spent it with you.
Oh such a perfect day,
You just keep me hanging on,
You just keep me hanging on.

You're going to reap just what you sow,
You're going to reap just what you sow,
You're going to reap just what you sow,
You're going to reap just what you sow...

"Perfect Day" is a song written by Lou Reed in 1972. Its fame was given a boost in the 1990s when it was featured in the 1996 film Trainspotting, and after its release as a charity single in 1997.

The song was originally featured on the 1972 album Transformer. The song's lyrics are often considered to suggest simple, conventional romantic devotion, possibly alluding to Reed’s relationship with Bettye Kronstadt (soon to become his first wife) and Reed’s own conflicts with his sexuality, drug use and ego.[1]

However, on a deeper reading of the song's lyrics, amongst the idealised description of a "perfect day", interposed lines such as "You just keep me hanging on", and "I thought I was someone else, someone good" suggest a far deeper yearning than just the superficial romantic cliches, and allude to the underlying and painful bitterness of nostalgia often felt even as an event is lived - an event one knows or fears to be a mere distraction or illusion.

Some commentators have further seen the lyrics as displaying Reed's romanticised attitude towards a period of his own addiction to heroin. Critics of this view assert that Reed never tried to conceal his drug use, so the song does not have concealed meanings of this nature. However, this popular belief of the song's underlying meaning gave many across the United Kingdom a smile when the BBC used the song and the charity version was released.

Reed re-recorded the song for his 2003 album The Raven.

(sourced from wikipedia)

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Open Sea

By Emmanuel Hizon

She is a shipwreck
Feral tide in love with disorder
Overthrowing life
An orgy of pandemonium and un-peace
Drowning the unbelievers
Dragging to uncertainty who do

She is the brave blissfulness of disarray
Watching bodies upon bodies of desperation
Seeking air,
Clutching to whatever handles just to live
Their tired reruns
Holding on to loveless loves

Will you trespass the depths of her sanity
And plunge to the bosom of her promise?
The promise of getting you lost
You, closet wanderer, broken compass
Lonely lost and found attendant person
Finding almost everything, everyone
Except yourself.

Make love to her; make love to the open sea
Embrace her
Succumb to her
Resist her
Rebel for and against her
Break away
Swim wherever.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007


By Emmanuel Hizon

Don’t talk to me anymore. Don’t utter nice words to me.
Don’t greet me with your beautiful smile. Do not even patronize me.
Don’t be so pleasant when I see you. Don’t try to be civil with me.
Don’t try to have a short chat with me. Don’t even try asking me how I am doing these days.
Don’t be too kind and concerned. Don’t look at me with your unyielding stares. Don’t thank me for anything. Don’t be a friend.
Just be on your on way. Just be on your way.

Instead, I want you to throw me your dagger glances that will cut me to pieces.
I want you to dismiss me without relent and mercy.
I want you to utter awful words that will stab my heart repeatedly like how a serial killer will.
Remind me how I almost wrecked your life.
Tell me that I am incapable of change or of having second chances.

I want you to be a full-time snob, an unmindful person,
Become my most distinguished radical stranger by the day.
Hate me again and again, despise me, and mock me if you will until I’m convinced with the feeling.
Be harsh and insensitive. Push me to the wall, make me feel that I’m a worthless piece of shit, the loser of all losers hitting rock bottom.
Let me scrap my own empty barrel; make me realize that I’m a negligible piece of dirt that must be kicked without remorse.

Do all these things…

Because each time you talk to me, I get rapt in your melodious voice and fragrant sighs.
Each time you utter nice words to me, hope, the deep-seated optimist will once again tap my back and let me charge the unconquerable windmills.
Because each time you smile, my wall of defenses I’ve worked so hard to build simply crumble into pieces. And I am tired of building it over and over again.
I’m tired of the ruins. I’m tired of sleepless nights thinking of you.
I am tired of writing every song and poem about you.

So, be callous, uncaring, cruel, numb, indifferent, cold and distant.
Obliterate me,
smash me to pieces,
beat the senses out of me and leave me for dead.
Show me no compassion, no understanding.
Obliterate me
Reduce me to nothing.

February 26, 2007

Friday, May 18, 2007

Paano Kitang Minamahal

ni Ravelth Castro

Ano’t kailangan ko ng lumisan ay hindi kita maiwan-iwan
Hindi masanay-sanay gayong paulit-ulit ka na noong namaalam
Tatakbo na lamang ang tren sa istasyon
Subalit waring mga punong nakaugat
Itong aking mga paa sa pagkakatindig sa hinatayan.
Hindi ko nais matinag o yumukod man lang,
Kahit kumurap at malingat ang tingin sa iyong mukha.
Ganito ang tindig ng isang pararangalan
Kapag tatanggapin ang kanyang parangal, kinakabahan
Subalit nakatango, nakamasid sa kanyang ginto
O ng isang deboto tuwing mamanata sa harap ng altar,
Mataimtim kung magdasal, malalim, katulad ng aking panalanging
Sinasambit parang ritwal, panay na panay kahit hindi
Nakaharap sa mga santo o mga litratong dinadasalan.
Ganyan din ang pag-usal ng dasal ng isang bayaning
Babarilin o lalatayin ang likod para sa kanyang bayan
Hindi mapag-imbot kung mag-isip, buong-buo kung magbigay
Ng sarili. Namamaalam subalit iiwanan ang kanyang aral
Maisusulat sa mga aklat, maikikintal sa mga utak
Ng mga anak, hanggang sa kanilang mga anak-anak
At mistulang isang istoryang hindi nagwawakas
Kung paanong ang pagkabilog ng isang bilog
Ay di nauubos o napuputol katulad ng singising
Kahit san malaglag ay mananatili sa kanyang hugis
Hindi maikakaila ang pagkabilog kahit anong panahon.

Ganyan sinta kung ibigin kita, walang kinikilalang
Taon, lugar, salita. Walang paghihiwalay na susukat
Sa aking di mabibilang na pagmamahal, di mahahati,
Kahit paulit-ulit mo akong iwan, saktan o masaktan kita.
Hindi itong pamamaalam ang siyang wawaksi
Sa di maampat kong damdaming lampas-dibdib
Iniibig kita hanggang sa muling pagkikita,
Hanggang sa muling paghihiwalay iniibig kita.
Hanggang sa muling walang katiyaka’y ikaw pa rin sinta
Kung ikaw ma’y muli’t-muling darating at lilisan sa aking kandungan.
Buong ringal kong sasabihin kung paano kitang minamahal
Minahal at mamahalin, paulit-ulit at malakas na malakas
“Ikaw lang at wala ng iba”, “Ikaw lang at wala ng iba”.