Tuesday, September 12, 2006

taralets

strangely, i have this heavy case of lss of "tara lets, tara tara tara lets, hindi ka na mabibigo-o-o-o". more strange, i've been singing only that part because it is the only part of the song i am familiar with. most strange is... i dont seem to be getting sick of it considering i've about sung the same irritatingly catchy line a googol times since i heard it at 6:48 this morning on my way to school.

well, since we are on the topic, let me catch you up with some of the recent songs i like:::

: the rescue by american hi-fi
: who knew by pink
: mr. president again by pink
: nakapagtataka the spongecola cover of the apo original
: blind by lifehouse(although this one aint exactly recent)
at syempre pa
: taralets by imago







yay!

Monday, September 04, 2006

pink plus indigo?

dont worry fellas, this aint the ridiculous green plus green money trick again.
so what do we get when we mix pink and indigo? well since the lady with not-so-pink-anymore hair and the duo that named themselves the color between blue and violet (now dont ask why someone would pick a silly name as such!) bring this piece to life, i guess we can say that the colors' summation would be something that resembles -tada!- a shade of maroon(?). that or whatever color fills you if you hear this one. its quite nice.. very fitting.

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Dear Mr. President


(PINK FEAT. INDIGO GIRLS)

Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep
What do you feel when you look in the mirror
Are you proud

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why

Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
How can you say
No child is left behind
We're not dumb and we're not blind
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye

Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night
How do you walk with your head held high
Dear Mr. President
You'd never take a walk with me
Would you

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mull it over. i hope we all live.