the james blunt affair

i've just been to the james blunt concert.

THE james blunt!

if you still haven't figured it out yet, i love love love james blunt's music. for the depressed, melodramatic, and emo guy that i am, his music stands out.
actually early this morning, i wan't really sure if i'd be able to go since no one wants to go with me because:

1. they only know two songs of him - you're beautiful and goodbye my lover
2. his songs are overly depressing
3. they're not really into music
4. wouldn't wanna spend 400 bucks for gen ad (common! i was willing to go THAT far just to watch him)
5. theyhe suddenly had something to do. hmpf!

anyway, at around 3pm today, i was already decided to go. rr and gerry accompanied me. again, i'm sorry to both of you if i seem a little bit out of my self since i was really singingshouting the whole time. COME ON! i know the lyrics to his song by heart! haha.

before i went there, i was actually preparing myself to be disappointed because of the way he would sometimes become a little too throaty when singing. and my gawd was i wrong. ganun pala talaga boses niya. and he can sustain his style all through out. was i surprised? yes. was i amazed? yes and no - because his live singing is the same as his recorded singing. wonderful.
another thing: he sang all of my favorite songs! goodness. i don't have to enumerate because they're all here in my blog. he sang "i really want you" in the most authentic and most depressing/fulfilling way - the light strumming of the guitars, the controlled, almost crying voice, the perfectly paced tempo - everything was perfect. i love it.

plus, he surprised the audience by literally running on them! kamon! he shoved each and every person who came across his way. if i were one of them, i would be happy to be one of his road kills. i have a video to prove it! haha. here!

he was that white speck of dot running through the audience hehe sorry phone cam!

anyway, that's it for now. i'll be uploading some more tomorrow after my dentist. gaaah. fuckers. hahahaha.

ps. we paid for upper box but sat on the lower box area. hihihi.

ciao!

snippets

just yesterday, i was held up.

by my dentist. i've been thinking about it right after the procedure. i've also been thinking about it last night. and frankly, everytime i do, i would just cringe at the fact that i spent thousands and thousands of bloody pesos just for my teeth.

i'm broke to the nth degree.

so goodbye james blunt concert. goodbye (my friend, you have been the one... you have been the one foooorrr meeeee).

and yes, i've been brushing my teeth, thank you very much.

mommy call me, i need to tell you something. and call me when you're at the best of moods. haha.

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for a few months now, for every step i take, i take two steps back. i don't know what the fuck is wrong with me but i keep on second guessing myself. i just have a lot of things in my mind that i feel i can no longer contain. it gets tiring at times. but what can i do? for now, i believe that's the best thing i can do.

i need a therapist.

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i've been obssessing about something. is that included in the 7 deadly sins? i really think i'd be an excellent private investigator.

so shall i be.

sniff. sniff.

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yosi

yet again,
i kiss the burning fire -
so shall it bear
new life.

fiery
is the glowing red
that slowly devours
its own offspring.

its travails
seem but futile -
its intentions
still hazy.

and so shall this
kiss
end
in eternity.

ciao!

same mistake

james blunt we meet again.

So while I'm turning in my sheets
And once again, I cannot sleep
Walk out the door and up the street
Look at the stars beneath my feet
Remember rights that I did wrong
So here I go

Hello, hello

There is no place I cannot go
My mind is muddy but
My heart is heavy, does it show
I lose the track that loses me
So here I go

And so I sent some men to fight,
And one came back at dead of night,
said "Have you seen my enemy?"
said "he looked just like me"
So I set out to cut myself
And here I go

I'm not calling for a second chance,
I'm screaming at the top of my voice,
Give me reason, but don't give me choice,
Cos I'll just make the same mistake again,

And maybe someday we will meet
And maybe talk and not just speak
Don't buy the promises 'cause
There are no promises I keep,
and my reflection troubles me
so here I go

I'm not calling for a second chance,
I'm screaming at the top of my voice,
Give me reason, but don't give me choice,
Cos I'll just make the same mistake again

So while I'm turning in my sheets

And once again, I cannot sleep

Walk out the door and up the street

Look at the stars

Look at the stars, falling down,

And I wonder where, did I go wrong.

out of my mind

Judging by the look on the organ-grinder,
He'll judge me by the fact that my face don't fit.
It's touching that the monkey sits on my shoulder.
He's waiting for the day when he gets me,
But I don't need no alibi - I'm a puppet on a string.
I just need this stage to be seen.
We all need a pantomime to remind us what is real.
Hold my eye and know what it means.

I'm out of my mind.

Judging by the look on the organ-grinder,
He'll judge me by the fact that my face don't fit.
It's touching that the monkey sits on my shoulder.
He's waiting for the day when he gets me,
But I won't be your concubine - I'm a puppet not a whore.
I just need this stage to be seen.
Won't you be a friend of mine to remind me what is real?
Hold my heart and see that it bleeds.

I'm out of my mind.

walking around | james blunt

i'm loving all the songs of this guy. great sounds, great lyrics.

james blunt

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walking around
pablo neruda

It so happens I am sick of being a man.
And it happens that I walk into tailorshops and movie
houses
dried up, waterproof, like a swan made of felt
steering my way in a water of wombs and ashes.

The smell of barbershops makes me break into hoarse
sobs.
The only thing I want is to lie still like stones or wool.
The only thing I want is to see no more stores, no gardens,
no more goods, no spectacles, no elevators.

It so happens that I am sick of my feet and my nails
and my hair and my shadow.
It so happens I am sick of being a man.

Still it would be marvelous
to terrify a law clerk with a cut lily,
or kill a nun with a blow on the ear.
It would be great
to go through the streets with a green knife
letting out yells until I died of the cold.

I don't want to go on being a root in the dark,
insecure, stretched out, shivering with sleep,
going on down, into the moist guts of the earth,
taking in and thinking, eating every day.

I don't want so much misery.
I don't want to go on as a root and a tomb,
alone under the ground, a warehouse with corpses,
half frozen, dying of grief.

That's why Monday, when it sees me coming
with my convict face, blazes up like gasoline,
and it howls on its way like a wounded wheel,
and leaves tracks full of warm blood leading toward the
night.

And it pushes me into certain corners, into some moist
houses,
into hospitals where the bones fly out the window,
into shoeshops that smell like vinegar,
and certain streets hideous as cracks in the skin.

There are sulphur-colored birds, and hideous intestines
hanging over the doors of houses that I hate,
and there are false teeth forgotten in a coffeepot,
there are mirrors
that ought to have wept from shame and terror,
there are umbrellas everywhere, and venoms, and umbilical
cords.

I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes,
my rage, forgetting everything,
I walk by, going through office buildings and orthopedic
shops,
and courtyards with washing hanging from the line:
underwear, towels and shirts from which slow
dirty tears are falling.

self portrait

self-portrait

sino ka nga ba?

ikaw ba ay isa lamang sa milyong
hibla ng aking imahinasyon?

ikaw ba ang siyang
himig sa aking mga titik at letra
na hindi ko maipag-isa?

sadya ka bang mailap
tulad ng katinuang
matagal ko nang hinahanap?

sadya ka bang mapaglaro?
sadya ka bang mangungulit
sa diwa kong puyat?

mapusok ka bang talaga
na kahit pilitin kong limutin
ay parang batong babagsak
kahit ihagis pataas?

bakit ba hindi ka lumubay?

bakit sadya kang nandyan - tumititig?

mag-ingat ka.

baka kita'y biglang hablutin!

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billy/bryan

I am leaving today (don't know where I'm going).
Hold my head in disgrace (I can't escape the truth).
I know the price that I've paid.

I admit that it's too late to admit that I'm afraid.
Tomorrow comes. Sorrow becomes my soul mate.
The damage is done. The prodigal son is too late.
Old doors are closed but I'm always open,
To relive time in my mind.
Oh Bryan.

I am leaving today (don't know where I'm going).
I've got lines on my face (they tell the story of my pain).
I accept it's my fate.
I admit it took too long to admit that I was wrong.
Tomorrow comes. Sorrow becomes my soul mate.
The damage is done. The prodigal son is too late.
Old doors are closed but I'm always open,
To relive time in my mind.
Oh Bryan.

Once I was a lover sleeping with another.
Now I'm just known as a cheat.
And I wish I have a mirror; look a little clearer.
Seen into the eyes of the weak.

Tomorrow comes. Sorrow becomes my soul mate.
The damage is done. The prodigal son is too late.
Old doors are closed but I'm always open,
To relive time in my mind.
Oh Bryan.