First train home - Imogene Heap

First Train Home - Imogene Heap

I've got to get on it) (3x)

Bodies disengaged, our mouths are fleshing over.
It's just an echo game, irises retreating
to ovals of white.
The urge to feel your face
And blood rushing to paint my handprint
A Frisbee one by one
Your vinyl on lamanent
Desperate for some kind of contact.

First train home, I've got to get on it (3x)
To Catch, to catch, catch catch catch.
First train home, I've got to get on it (3x)
First Train home

Temporal deadzone where clocks are barely breathing
Yet no one cares to notice for all the yelling
All night clamor to hold it together.
I want to play don't wait forms in the hideaway
I want to get on with getting on with things
I want to run in fields, paint the kitchen
And love someone
And I can't do any of that here, can I?

First train home, I've got to get on it (3x)
First Train home

So what? You've had one too many.
So what? I'm not that much fun to be with
So what? You've come silly hatter
So what? I didn't want to come here, anyway.

What matters you, doesn't matter, matter to me.
What matters to me, doesn't matter, matter to you.
What matters to you, doesn't matter, matter to them.
What matters to them, doesn't change anything.


Got to get on it first train home.
Got to get on it first train home

First train home I've got to get on it
(I've got to get on it)
To catch, to catch, catch-catch, catch.
(First train home)
First train home I've got to get on it
First train home.
(First train home)

To go, to go, to go
Get, get, get, get
Out, out, out, out
Now, now, now, now

Did you know that she is also 1/2 of Frou Frou? Ah another hypnotic song from Imogene.

I got you - Train

Ah glorious new song from Train. Thanks to Valerie for the info. Really cool song. Makes me miss my concert going days.

I got you - Train

Hey, did you hear about the one that got away, they say he looked left,
she turned right-meant to be together but not that night,
it’s when fates running late, we tend to make mistakes,
we go round and round from love to love
it’s either way too much or not enough
gimme lazy days with nothing better to do
than singin oh black water keep on rolling while I wait for you
I don’t care if it rains, I’ll be just fine,
I’m leaving the ghosts behind until I got you I got you
you’re the sun through my window, warming my skin Oh you,
I got you
hey then when one of them was taken, the other one was waiting
for the next big thing
To bring them to the gates of heaven or maybe just late night in Vegas
It’s true that’s what we do when were going down swingin-
then coming up singing the blues
Wearing out my shoes-chasing new faces to get to you-
driving home on a summer night
Singing old black water keep on rolling- till the time is right
I don’t care if it rains, I’ll be just fine sit back enjoy the ride
until I got you I got you you’re the sun through my window
warming my skin, oh you I got you Like Sonny and Cher
Except I’ll be there for you , I got you
Let old black water bring us together – old black water keep on rolling
Mississippi moon won’t you keep on shining on me
Wanna hear some funky Dixieland
Pretty Mama come on take me by the hand, wanna hear some funky Dixieland
Pretty mama come on take me by the hand
Here she comes, here she comes I got you I got you
You’re the sun through my window warming my skin oh you
I got you like Sonny and Cher you know I’ll be there for you
I got you let old black water bring us together
You I got you, I got you , I got you baby
By the hand hand take me by the hand
Pretty mama dance with your daddy all night long wanna hear some
Funky Dixieland pretty mama come and take me by the hand

Chasing Pavements

A fruitless activity. Tring to achieve something that is destined to failure, usually as a result of blind hope.
- Urbandictionary.com, coined by Adele

Much of muchness

Is that all you can say?

Bagong Pelikula ...

Akitin mo ako!

Bliss

Bliss: waking up to his whiskers brushing against my cheek.

Postcards from Italy - Beirut

Ah, such a grand song. Makes me think of good friends far away and not so far away. When will I go to Italy and the other countries touching the Mediterranean Sea. Only time will tell. The adventure continues.

1963 - Rachael Yamagata

One of my favorite songs! Well I really like Rachael's bangs and I even tried to sport it a few months ago. The video is nice too, shot using a 35mm camera I think. Made me think of Arturo, an 11-year-old aspiring director. I really hope he discovers this kind of camera and make really nice videos one day.

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In seeking knowledge, the first step is silence, the second listening, the third remembering, the fourth practicing, and the fifth -- teaching others.

-Solomon Ibn Gabirol

I carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

ee cummings

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Ah, exquisite! I find myself liking poetry even more these days. Maybe it's the advancing age which was so bluntly revealed by Sunny, or maybe I have started to appreciate and understand quite a few things that used to scare me.
I saw this poem at www.jeanettewinterson.com, Jeanette Winterson being one of my favorite authors. I've been stalking her through her website lately, I hope she doesn't issue a restraining order just yet.

Will you walk beside me?

She’s been my friend for most of my life; we met when we were both 12 navigating our way through puberty and adolescence. I met her in class; her cheerful and friendly nature seduced me to want to be with her.
I must have written two or three essays about her. All praising her for saving me from the abyss and being that one person I can turn to for comfort and understanding. She is the one person who understands how hard it is for me to exist even though I hide behind a façade of strength.
The past few months though, I admit I’ve been impatient and because I wanted more. I wanted to live out of my head for once and free myself from the seclusion. In my muddled way of thinking, I contemplated on leaving her.
The lines from a declamatory piece resonated in my head. Time interwove us like two fibers; if one must die then the other would disintegrate to nothingness. I depended on her for my own survival.
Yet I also feel that we are a crossroad. We must chose a path and the way I see it, either part ways or bring each other out of a miserable experience bound tightly by the circumstances of our birth. The third option is to spiral uncontrollably to our destruction.
If I were to choose I’ll take the option of getting out of this rut together. It’s a terrifying ride but it could be comforting to have someone beside you.

Make your wave or bend

I didn’t realize how dependent I was with microwave ovens until the one here at the apartment broke down. I didn’t know how or why, since I am not here in the weekends. I put a cup of water on the rotating dish, and waited for the number 1:00 to register as I pressed the numbers. I pulled the plug and plugged it back in but still it nothing. It was like it just died a quiet death which forced me to use the stove top once again.
Microwave ovens, during my younger days, were an appliance for the rich or well off. I didn’t use one until I came to the United States. I remember the first time I used one was to heat up rice for dinner with my father and brother. Since then it’s been the staple kitchen and home dining implement in my household. Now it is as if I can’t eat at home without it. The demise of such an appliance in my adult life drew me to contemplate on how my life has changed in the past 10 years.
For instance, I’ve realized I haven’t cooked a full meal in almost a year. It’s not uncommon of course, but my upbringing makes me feel bashful about this. Using the microwave to heat up my everyday food is something college students straight out of high school does; not a grown woman.
This made me wonder why I haven’t cooked for so long. My answer to that is this: cooking, the way I see it, is a communal and social activity. One always should cook for other people as well as for one’s self. My parents, when I stay with them, insist on cooking. When I am here at the apartment alone, it seems like a waste to cook when I am not sure if others will eat the food as well. Often too, I come home and see food in the fridge, ready and begging to be heated in the microwave oven.
Now the microwave is dead. I wonder what I will do for tea tomorrow morning. I can heat up water on the stove, but it will be different. I’ve depended so much on the microwave that I have to make all these adjustments. I can do this! I can survive without a microwave oven, I’ve eaten many meals at home in the Philippines without it. Yet I am not quite convinced. I am still in the state of disequilibrium.
The microwave oven is a symbol that divided my childhood from adulthood. It is can be taken as a sign of progress or conformity, sometimes even laziness which ever way one might see things. The realization that I am indeed dependent on the microwave oven for my survival is disconcerting and a way to remind myself to be more flexible in the face of the changing times. Cooking more and giving it away may not be such a bad idea after all.