Bagot, buraot, hikab

Ito na ang rurok ng aking pagkabagot. Hindi ko pa natatapos isulat ang “Bodega”. In fact, nasa sequence treatment pa ako at wala akong inspirasyon. Pakshet. Pero kailangan ko na siyang matapos. Pero wala akong inspirasyon. Kailangan gandahan ko siya. Pero wala akong inspirasyon. Wala akong drive. Hindi pa ako marunong magdrive. Wala akong driver’s license. Pakshet. Amburaot. Wala akong gana. Gusto ko ng bagong lugar. Bagong hanging malalanghap. Gusto kong maglandi sa Hongkong. Sa Bangkok. Sa Tokyo. Bagong putahe naman. Nakakasawa na rito. Napaka-homogenous na ng mga narsisong hipon. Akala mo kung sinong magagaling. Akala mo kung sinong matatalino. Akala mo kung sinong gagwapo. Akala mo kung sinong perpekto. Ulul. Pakshet, ang tv, di pa gumagana ang picture. Audio lang. Naging radyo tuloy ang mga kaganapan. Make me laugh! Nasaan na ang mga alipin kong madalas akong pinapatawa sa mga sandaling gusto kong mambalahura ng pagkatao? Wala akong ganang kumilos. Ayokong maghugas ng plato, ayokong magsulat, ayokong bumili ng pagkain, ayokong maglaba, ayoko sa mga makukulit, ayokong magmahal. Gusto ko ng kalaro. Mali. Gusto ko ng mapaglaruan. Yung iiyak kapag iniwan ko, yung bibigyan ako ng flowers at tsokolate kapag hindi ko inaasahan tapos itatapon ko sa mukha niya kasi trip ko lang tapos gusto niya pa rin ako kahit ganun. Yung lalandiin ako kapag nginitian ko tapos idadump ko lang. Gusto ko ng ganyang laruan. Gusto ko ng kadate na maghihintay sa akin kahit isang oras na akong late at siya pa rin ang magbabayad pagkatapos. Gusto ko ng kadate. Gusto ko ng ganyang laruan. Gusto ko ng aawayin kapag bagot, buraot at humihikab ako. Gusto ko ng shock absorber na hindi magdadamot ng kanyang mga tenga para saluhin ang lahat ng sigaw ko sa tuwing napu-frustrate ako sa mga bagay-bagay. Gusto kong humiga. Gusto ko ng mainit na laruan. Pampalipas-oras sa lamig ng gabi. Gusto ko ng gwapong mapaglaruan. Gusto ko ng matalinong mapaglaruan. Gusto ko ng laruang kaya akong patawanin. Gusto ko ng laruang hindi ako huhusgahan. Pakshet. Ansarap magkilling spree. Barilan mode. Parang school massacre. Vizconde Massacre, God Save Us ni Carlo J. Caparas. Kung gaano kagulo ang poster nila, ganun din kablanko ang utak ko ngayon. Gusto kong manampal. Siyet. Ansarap magkaroon ng lunatic tendencies. Gusto ko ng bagong raket na kakaiba. Wala akong inspirasyon sulatin ang “Bodega”. Sira ang tv. Gusto kong pumunta sa Hongkong at Bangkok. Ayoko na sa Manila. Gusto kong mapag-isa. Gusto kong nakahain na ang pera paggising ko.

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Bebs: Anong klase ng kalungkutan ang kayang magpatulog?

He-who-must-not-be-named: ‘Yung klase ng kalungkutan na pagkatapos mong magjak*l, malungkot ka pa rin.

Kagabi yan. Quotable lang.

Bebs is now friends with Letting U. Go

…sabi ko sa Facebook status. Pero walang kaganapang pagli-let go. Para akong buhok sa kili-kili na masakit bunutin kapag una mo itong ginawa pero kapag nasanay ka na, nakakaadik na.

Akin ang huling halakhak. Sabi ko sa Friendster shoutout. Jologs na nga pala ang Friendster. Susme, pati social networking sites, may social status na rin. Akala ko, sa showbiz lang may modang social hierarchy. Kunsabagay, dati, inisip ko rin na mas marumi ang pulitika kesa sa showbiz. Di rin pala. Magkasindumi sila! Kambal. Parang Mary Kate at Ashley lang, may bulok sa sistema. Kaya, kayong mga powertrippers diyan, pumulitika lang kayo, go lang. Post-postmodern na. Pati karma, digital na. Mabilis itong babalik sa inyo.

Sana naging pornstar na lang ako. At least, ang pornstar, marunong pumeke ng orgasmo. Kahit maluwang na, kaya niya pa ring umarte na masikip siya. Kaya lang, di ako marunong pumeke. At kailangan ko muna magpaganda ng katawan. ‘Yung tipong hindi na ako mukhang totoong tao. [Steroids… steroids kayo diyan…]

Mahal natin ang isa’t isa pero bakit hindi pa rin tayo masaya? Sabi ko ke Carlo nung isang araw. Pesteng linya ‘yan, matutunaw sa hiya ang mga writers ng Star Cinema. Hindi na nga ako nanonood ng mga romantic comedies para iwas suicidal tendencies pero trying hard naman akong magpa-witty.

Alas tres na ng umaga. Sabi nung kausap ko, nagliligpit siya ng bahay. Ano ba ‘yan. Ganitong oras? Naibulalas ko. Tanong niya, me oras ba ang paglilinis ng bahay. Oo, meron. Stereotypical rin kaya ang mga gawaing-bahay.

Pakshet. Naiinip na ako!!!!!!!

Ang solusyon sa lahat: lumipad sa Davao at kumain ng mainit at malutong na turon na ube ang palaman. Sasaya na uli ako. At gagawin ko yan sa Biyernes.

Blink

image
captured,
ignored,
nothing.
scent,
sweet cologne.
two holes
digged
on pimpled,
white cheeks.
together,
snubbed!
senses weak,
music,
danced.
loves
somebody
else,
who cares?
fall.
resist.
knew i did.
three
long
days.
through.
blink,
like seconds,
gone.
see you
soon
somewhere.
blank.

ikaw kaya ‘to

Hindi ba’t pareho tayong hindi marunong magmahal?

Kaya halika, samahan mo akong maglaro, maghanap at magmasid sa mga dumadaang hindi na natin masasalubong uli. Takpan natin ang ating mga mata, maglakad habang may nakasandal sa ating mga likuran. Madadapa tayo na walang galos ng alaala sa ating daraanan.

Sumabak tayo sa isang paglangoy na magtatapos sa araw ng ating paggising. (Hiling ko na hindi pa bukas o sa makalawa iyon). Itanghal natin ang ating mga sarili sa pinakamataas na pedestal ng ating pagkabulag at gawin mo ang lahat ng hindi ko kayang harapin.

Pakinggan natin ang sigaw na nagmula pa sa malayong kabihasnan at ibalik ito sa matagal nang nagmamatyag sa ating harapan. Ipangako mong magsasabay tayo dahil ang isang hakbang ko ay patungo sa maliwanag na kagandahan at ayokong lumabas sa kulungang kasama ka.

Huwag mo nang sundin ang kampay ng kanilang mga paa dahil mapipilay tayo sa mga ngiti nila. Tumitig tayo nang hindi kumukurap hangga’t hindi tayo bumabalik.

Hinding-hindi natin matutunan ang magmahal kaya halika na. Paglaruan natin ang isa’t isa.

1000 oceans

Para kay Carlo.

Dahil laging may dahilan para mawalay.  At laging may dahilan para hindi makita. Pero laging nawawalay. AT laging hindi nakikita.  Isang paglangoy para sa ating dalawa.

Hintayin mo ako sa dulo.  Dahil hindi ko alam kung makakarating ako.


These tears I’ve cried
I’ve cried 1000 oceans
And if it seems
I’m floating in the darkness
Well, I can’t believe that I would keep
Keep you from flying
And I would cry 1000 more
If that’s what it takes
To sail you home
Sail you home
Sail you home

I’m aware what the rules are
But you know that I will run
You know that I will follow you
Over silbury hill
Through the solar field
You know that I will follow you

And if I find you
Will you still remeber
Playing at trains
Or does this litte blue ball
Just fade away
Over silbury hill
Through the solar field
You know that I will follow you
I’m aware what the rules are
But you know that I will run
You know that I will follow you

These tears I’ve cried
I’ve cried 1000 oceans
And if it seems
I’m floating in the darkness
Well I can’t believe that I would keep
Keep you from flying
So I will cry 1000 more
If that’s what it takes
To sail you home
Sail you home
Sail you home
Sail
Sail you home

lss.. beer

Ngayon ko lang narealize kung gaano kabrilliant ang kantang ito. Hindi ko alam kung napantayan ng bidyo ang rurok ng kagalingan ng kanta, pero sabi nga ni Gie.. “hoki lang..”.  Bakit kaya walang gaanong craving uminom ng beer pag mainit?

Nais kong magpakalasing
Dahil wala ka na
Nakatingin sa salamin
At nag-iisa
Nakatanim pa rin

Ang gumamelang
Binalik mo sa`kin nang tayo`y maghiwalay
Ito`y katulad
Ng damdamin ko
Kahit buhusan mo ng beer ayaw pang mamatay

[pre-chorus]
Giliw, wag mo sanang limutin
Ang mga araw na hindi sana maglaho
Mga anak at bahay nating pinaplano
Lahat ng ito`y nawala
Nung iniwan mo ‘ko kaya ngayon

[chorus]
Ibuhos na ang beer
Sa aking lala mu nan
Upang malunod na ang
Puso kong na hihi rapan
Bawat patak anong sarap
Ano ba talagang mas gusto
Ang beer na ito
O ang pag-ibig mo

Nais kong magpakasabog
Dahil olats ako
Kahit ano hihithitin
Kahit tambutso
Kukuha ako ng
Beer at ipapakulo
Sa kaldero’t lalanghapin
Ang usok nito
lahat ay aking gagawin
Upang hindi ko na isiping
Nag-iisa na ako

this never happened before

Today’s LSS. Paul McCartney’s ‘This Never Happened Before’ from The Lake House. Carlo and I used to sing this to each other. Aw.

I’m very sure, this never happened to me before
I met you and now I’m sure

This never happened before

Now I see, this is the way it’s supposed to be
I met you and now I see
This is the way it should be

This is the way it should be, for lovers
They shouldn’t go it alone
It’s not so good when your on your own

So come to me, now we can be what we want to be
I love you and now I see
This is the way it should be

This is the way it should be

This is the way it should be, for lovers
They shouldn’t go it alone
It’s not so good when your on your own

I’m very sure, this never happened to me before

I met you and now I’m sure
This never happened before (This never happened before)
This never happened before (This never happened before)
This never happened before (This never happened before)
This never happened before

because matthew jay makes me cry

He reminds of me of a young, untimely death.  A waste of a bright future.  I fell in love with Matthew Jay’s music when I heard “Please Don’t Send Me Away” in 2001 and in the most unlikely place, a pirated cd store somewhere in Tutuban, I found a cd of his first studio album “Draw”.

It became one of my favorite albums ever.

Like my other favorites Nick Drake and Jeff Buckley before him, Matthew Jay is a brilliant British musician who died young in 2003 at the age of 24 when he fell from an apartment block somewhere in London.  The cause of the death was unexplained.

“Please Don’t Send Me Away” was my emo anthem five years ago.  It has some sort of spiritual tone to it nevertheless, still was a perfect emo mode for me. Just didn’t fit but…

I must say, though, that “Four Minute Rebellion” is my favorite Matthew Jay song. No video of it is available so I’ll just have to do away with “Please dont…”.

Tell me now what have you done
To justify your life my son
Did you help your brothers, when they were down
And when the bullets flew, did you stick around

I had no words, I never spoke
If I had said one thing, you wouldn’t know
I did no harm, I hurt no one
Why you ask me now, my chance has gone

Please don’t send me away
I want to come in
If you give me today
I will try again

Child I gave you all the breaks
But all you did was take and take
You say you did no harm, but you did no good
And never sought redemption
I think you should

I realise my selfish love
Has always got me through, by just enough
I never thought this day would come
When the demons of my soul would be undone

Look up and see the angels
The gates have opened up for you
I hope your mind is peaceful
And love is everything you do

same time, next year

It sucks to always have a break-up before Valentine’s Day. It’s been a pattern for me, always missing on the infamous love bug during d-day. What cheesy stuff do I miss every year? Everything, I guess. But what I don’t know won’t hurt me anyway. I just treat myself with a fun dinner with friends, buy my own chocolates or I simply morph into a sucker for romance films.

I watched ‘Same Time, Next Year’ starring Ellen Burstyn and Alan Alda on dvd last night and damn it, I love the film.  Directed by Robert Mulligan, it is based on the stage play written by Bernard Slade who also wrote the film’s screenplay.

The story is very simple. Doris, a high school graduate and George, a CPA, meet by chance at a romantic inn over dinner. They make love that night and feel guilty when they wake up, both being married with three kids. They however realize their instant connection, George even calling it love. They then agree to meet on the same weekend , same place each year.

The two are seen changing five years apart from 1951-1977, each transition shows montage of clips that define the era – may it be in politics, films, space exploration and a modified lyrics of the theme song ‘The Last Time I Felt Like This’ beautifully sung by Johnny Mathis and Jane Olivor.

The premise is a possibility given the communications technology at that time. And for two people who are completely different from each other to fall in love and spend a weekend every year for 26 years is something. The catch is, they never left their respective spouses. It can never happen in real life but that’s what V-day is for anyway. To celebrate the commercial value of ‘love’.

Every meeting, they always start with having sex to wash off any awkward feeling of seeing each other again. Then they tell stories of the good and bad qualities of their spouses. George often moves from one State of domicile to another, Doris dons a new hairdo each time. These and other aspects reflect each character’s evolution as time passes by.

I fell more in love with the theme song, though. It makes you wish you’re cuddling someone (and kill him with a pillow on his face afterwards, kidding). Here’s the modified lyrics of the song, depending on the status of Doris’ and George’s relationship that year.

1951 – They meet and fall in love. Transition to montage is Doris’ cute hat.

Hello, I don’t even know your name
But I’m hopin’ all the same
This is more than just a simple hello
Hello, do I smile and look away?
No, I think I’ll smile and stay
To see where this might go

‘Cause the last time I felt like this, I was falling in love,
Falling and feeling, I’d never fall in love again.
Yes, the last time I felt like this, was long before I knew
What I’m feeling now with you

Hello, I can’t wait till we’re alone, somewhere quiet on our own
So that we can fall the rest of the way.
I know that before the night is thru, I’ll be talking love to you,
Meaning every word I say

‘Cause the last time I felt like this I was falling in love,
Falling and feeling, I’d never fall in love again.
Yes, the last time I felt like this, was long before I knew
What I’m feeling now with you…

1956 – George feels guilty about the affair, he leaves but chooses to come back. Doris sports a blonde Marilyn Monroe look. Transition to montage is them kissing inside Doris’ car (with rain effect)

Hello, the seasons have come and gone
And the world goes tumbling on
Look what’s happened since I last saw your smile
Hello, love’s invited us back here
The same as she did last year
To come and spend a while

And the last time I felt like this (the very last time)
I was falling in love (I was falling)
Falling and feeling
I’d never fall in love again
Yes, the last time I felt like this (the very last time)
Was long before I knew (what I’m feeling)
What I’m feeling now with you…

1961 – George becomes impotent but gets a hard on when he kisses a pregnant Doris. Doris has a premature labor, George delivers the baby. Transition to montage is George’s hand holding Doris’.

Oh, the last time I felt like this
I was falling in love
Falling and feeling
I’d never fall in love again
Yes, the last time I felt like this
Was long before I knew
What I’m feeling now with you

1966 – Doris becomes a hippie as she goes to college in Berkeley. They argue about politics, Doris threatens to leave because she discovers George voted for Goldwater (for President) but George reveals his son died in the war. Transition to montage is them crying on each other’s shoulder.

(Soul instrumental of the theme song)

1971 – Doris’ relationship with her husband is in shambles as she becomes an advocate of women’s lib. She proposes marriage to George but he refuses, even fixing Doris’ marriage with her husband. Transition to montage is the telephone.

This is my favorite song lyrics.

Dreams make promises they can’t keep
They can swindle you while you sleep
And the morning finds you wondering why
It seems when we’re young in dreams we trust
Maybe growing up is just
Kissing certain dreams goodbye…

1977 – George’s wife Helen dies six months prior to the meeting and George tells a crestfallen Doris his wife knew about the affair for ten years but she never confronted him. George proposes marriage to Doris but Doris can’t say yes.

(Disco version of the song)

It’s the ending so we know how fairy tales end.

‘Same Time, Next Year’ was nominated for four Academy Awards: Best Actress, Best Cinematography, Best Adapted Screenplay and Best Song.

save me – aimee mann

Bilang selebrasyon ng pagtatapos ng pag-edit ko ng ‘Daybreak’, eto at na-lss ako ni Aimee Mann.

You look like a perfect fit
For a girl in need of a tourniquet

But can you save me
Come on and save me
If you could save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone

‘Cause I can tell
You know what it’s like
The long farewell of the hunger strike

You struck me dumb like radium
Like Peter Pan or Superman

You will come to save me
C’mon and save me
If you could save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
‘Cept the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
But the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone

missing the corrs

Namimiss ko na ang The Corrs. Una kong narinig ang ‘Runaway’ nung 1995 sa Kool 106 dati sa Davao. Sobrang minahal ko yung kanta at kahit hinanap ko yung album nila, wala akong makita. Kala ko pa nga dati ‘The Corpse’ sila. Anlabo lang. Pakiramdam ko ako lang ang nakakakilala sa kanila kasi lahat ng mga tinanungan ko, di sila kilala.

1997 na nung makita ko sa isang music store sa Ilustre ang ‘Forgiven not Forgotten’. Months after, bigla silang sumikat nung nirelease ang ‘Talk on Corners’.

Gustung-gusto ko sa mga albums nila yung mga Irish instrumentals bilang amazed ako sa combo ng violin at drums. Eto, mga sample.

REBEL HEART from ‘IN BLUE’
(not the official music video, wala akong ibang mahanap)

 

 

LOUGH ERIN SHORE (Unplugged) originally from ‘FORGIVEN, NOT FORGOTTEN’

THE MINSTREL BOY from ‘FORGIVEN, NOT FORGOTTEN’
(patawad sa video, wala nang ibang mahanap)

TOSS THE FEATHERS (Unplugged) originally from ‘FORGIVEN, NOT FORGOTTEN’

PADDY MCCARTHY (Live) originally from ‘TALK ON CORNERS’

 

I wish I could play the drums like Caroline at animated lang talaga siya bilang tao.

may linya sa gitna ng bibig at utak

Sabi ko, di kita ibablog.
Pero nanginginig ang mga kamay ko para maisulat ang pangalan mo.
Sabi ko, di na kita iisipin.
Pero naroon ka, bumagabagabag.
Sabi ko, di na sasambitin ang pagkakataong sinayang mo.
Sabi ko, hindi na kita hahanapin.
Sabi ko, wala ka na.

Sabi mo babalik ka.  Pero, paalam.

oldies and too emo i’m starting to freak out

This just struck me seconds ago while watching Dionne Warwick sing “I’ll Never Love This Way Again” on youtube. And I suddenly felt the spirit of the old, old songs inside my emo self. Simple lyrics (not even poetic), silly music videos, the infamous mullets and outrageous hair, but what the heck, I’m feeling oldies tonight. The good thing about it is I get to reminisce.

PLEASE DON’T FALL IN LOVE – CLIFF RICHARD

I used to sing this to an ex, been telling him to sing this to his current bf at that time. Oh, there goes my dirty little secret, haha. Right, he was away from home and only I, with the loving arms of refuge, was the only space he endured.

And argh, when it was time for my karma, I sang this song to someone else to think he wasn’t even that far away from me.

I know that you’re with him just now as i write
I know you need someone to hold you at night
But I’m begging you, baby
Please don’t fall in love
I knew it might happen when i was away
And now that it’s happened, i just want to say
That I’m begging you, baby
Please don’t fall in love

I’m usually strong but i’m feeling so weak
It wells up inside me, i cry when i speak
But the more i call you on the phone
The more i feel alone
And the less we have to say

We kissed at the airport, we said we could wait
I believe it is we who determine our fate
And i love you more than i can say
Don’t throw it all away
Don’t let it go by

I know you don’t tell me, to spare me the pain
Don’t want you to tell me, i don’t need his name
That i’m begging you, baby
Please don’t fall in love

ALWAYS ON MY MIND – ELVIS PRESLEY

When I miss someone so dear, Elvis is on the whole day! Willie Nelson originally did this song but I like Elvis’ version better.

Maybe I didn`t treat you. Quite as good as I should have.
Maybe I didnt love you. Quite as often as I could have.
Little Things I should have said and done.
I just never took the time.

You were always on my mind

Maybe I didnt hold you. All those lonely, lonely times.
And I guess I never told you. Im so happy that you`re mine.
If I make you feel second best, girl Im sorry I was blind

You were always on my mind

Tell me. Tell me that your sweet love hasnt died

Give me. Give me one more chance to keep you satisfied.

IN MY DREAMS – REO SPEEDWAGON
Never mind the horrendous hair. But the dreamer that I am… Alright, nothing to say anymore.
There was a time some time ago
When every sunrise meant a sunny day, oh a sunny day
But now when the morning light shines in
It only disturbs the dreamland where I lay, oh where I lay
I used to thank the lord when Id wake
For life and love and the golden sky above me
But now I pray the stars will go on shinin, you see in my dreams you love me

Daybreak is a joyful time
Just listen to the songbird harmonies, oh the harmonies
But I wish the dawn would never come
I wish there was silence in the trees, oh the trees
If only I could stay asleep, at least I could pretend youre thinkin of me

cause nighttime is the one time I am happy, you see in my dreams

We climb and climb and at the top we fly
Let the world go on below us, we are lost in time
And I dont know really what it means
All I know is that you love me, in my dreams

I keep hopin one day Ill awaken, and somehow shell be lying by my side
And as I wonder if the dawn is really breakin’
She touches me and suddenly I’m alive

Oh, in my dreams

LONELY WON’T LEAVE ME ALONE – GLENN MEDEIROS

Been trying to research the title of this song for a really long, long time. I got to convince myself that Reo Speedwagon sang this and I really had a hard time looking for this over the internet. Finally, I won’t have to be lonely even though it won’t leave me alone. And I just discovered David Foster and Jermaine Jackson wrote this. Hmm.


Why do I seem to be caught up inside a dream
All my life, it’s always been my shadow and me

Over my shoulder there’s always a voice somewhere
Saying I never should try to set my heart free

I wish that love would come and take me in her arms
Show me what I’ve never known.
Where I could hold someone words like right and wrong
Just fade away like yesterday

Lonely won’t leave me alone
Lonely won’t leave me alone
Why, tell me why, won’t even let me fall in love

Oooooh everywhere I go always by my side
Won’t even let me fall in love

I try and say I love you but the words won’t come through
In my eyes, see all the tears and sad memories
Why can’t I start out new and leave that
old feeling too far behind
I guess that lonely needs company

Around each bend of road
I’m thinking that in time there
will be that rainbow’s end
But when I follow those self illusions
I find that it’s only lonely and me again

Lonely won’t leave me alone
I wish that love would come
Lonely won’t leave me alone
And take me home
Lonely..

SOMETHING IN YOUR EYES – DUSTY SPRINGFIELD

A cute song that Richard Carpenter wrote (I heard Claire dela Fuente has just recorded her version in the US recently). This one can pass up as a soundtrack over a cliche boy-meets-girl slow-mo eyes-locked moments. Scene cut to… characters having porno sex. Kidding.

There was a certain face
That filled a thousand nights
With all the sweetest dreams and promises
Of paradise
But that face was gone
When the dawn would come and steal you
Yet I still could feel you
Waiting just a kiss away

I’d surely know your face
When love would cast its spell

I’d recognize each curve and line of you
I knew it well
Now at last you’re here and I can tell

Something in your eyes it seems
Is all I’ve ever wanted
(And) Something in your smile for me
Is calling out my name
Your eyes, it seems,
Are mirrors of my dreams

In ways I can’t explain
And my heart will never be the same

We never said a word
As if we’d always known
That through the bittersweet of waiting
We were not alone
Now we’re close enough
For the touch of love to find us
Fantasies designed us
But they never really could
Begin to measure you
No pictures ever do
And as I watch you framed in sunlight
And a sky of blue
I know what my life’s been leading to

9 crimes

I know this song is so yesterday but I just heard it this morning in my iTunes. Ayn had been raving about Damien Rice a few years back and though I liked ‘The Blower’s Daughter’, ‘Volcano’, ‘Elephant’ and his other songs, they just weren’t LSS songs for me. Meaning, they’re not the ones I could continuously listen to in one week (or a month) nonstop.

‘9 Crimes’ was released in 2006 from Damien’s 2nd studio album, 9. Lisa Hannigan, Damien’s long-time vocal collaborator really did a chilling job with this song. I reviewed Damien’s other songs from his other albums and they are really great ones (‘Rootless Tree’ from 9 is another great track). I wonder why this brilliant Irish artist didn’t make it to #1 in the UK (‘9 Crimes’ only peaked at #24).

Here’s a video of ‘9 Crimes’, the concept of which reminds me of our Film 114 short film ‘Pulâ’.

Been wondering what ‘9 Crimes’ really meant, the lyrics are metaphorical. But I guess it’s about cheating and falling out of love but just can’t say it. Both Lisa Damien sing the same lyrics all throughout the song.

Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do
It’s the wrong kind of place
To be thinking of you
It’s the wrong time
For somebody new
It’s a small crime
And I’ve got no excuse

Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it’s loaded
Is that alright?
If u don’t shoot it how am I supposed to hold it

Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it’s loaded
Is that alright
With you?