I sit listening to some homegrown music I’m trying to fit into
Longing to hear songs worthy to be called our own
Raising the flag of the music we play
Patriotism some may call it
Lifting our spirits calling to the Most High for the grace as we seek excellence
Some music to love
Some music to look back to
Music that’s ours
For the love of music we play
To give others the hope
A future to look to
A past to look back at
A sacrifice
A legacy
For the love of music we play
Come home as we raid the palace of the pirates we seek
Killing prosperity
Denying time of its existence can we?
But that’s the only thing that won’t change
I wish we find now the music we long to play
where is you, little drummer boy blue?
of to some province leaving, to a terrain far and new?
where is you, singing sally sue?
lately famous and famously late come you?
no, nobody jams with these brothers two.
except the punk ph queer and the gay comsci sessionist, too.
where has they gone, where is they off to?
leaving behind alone these brothers two.
they play and they play, yet to no avail
no drummer drums and no singer wails
these brothers two sit lonely and pale
as they realize how empty is the music they play…
~jam naman tayo, yung seryosong, kumpletong jam…
flightless ego-centric mind
lifting twisting from behind
i look above i look into..
inside my realm of dreams and hue
i see my shame i see my face
and this world i need my space
im lost in the things i do
falling far behind from you
praise me..
dont change me..
im missing myself for you
console me..
dont fool me..
im missing my world for you..
fly me wings of flightless angels
im a leaf who dangles
in my dreams i wonder
can i hold much longer
i miss
you the most
i miss
you the most..
–ilian
yesterday was jamming day yet i was not there. yesterday was canton day yet i was nowhere. yesterday was saturday, today is sunday. tomorrow is monday and i go to ilian’s lair.
no, yesterday i was not there,
yesterday i was nowhere.
and i regret to say,
that despite my dismay,
i have cut short my hair.
yesterday i saw johnny
johnny and charlie and willy.
and i saw deep roy who
sang as himself a song or two.
damn, oompa loompa song and dance numbers are creepy.
-pepe
