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Shamoe Lock- derived from the hiligaynon slang “samulak” which means mischievous, maharot, amaw, samok, labutaw, ungas, tampuhiw, abnoy.
three former Catholic school pupils
turned societal deviants,
lovers of life, makinglove, and everything distractive and destructive between.
his angsty growls
her proemtic slaps
his depressive strums
their flights and plights, farts of art and
their spontaneous hymns of solitude, quests and ejaculations.
Kite ( created for 5 minutes, recorded on-the-spot)
a flight Nonon Yee sees
been searching for faces
in this city of urinals
decade-old fountains
in a year of endless rain
been counting puddles
looking for scarecrows
in my midst
i’m a pagan writing about god
and seacows
refrain:
i’m the late night of strangers and guise
i’m the kite that knows no flight
chorus:
where am i now? shattered windows of my realm
where am i now? distorted dreams, fucked up whims
where am i now? rat race, world of wealth and filth
who am i now? an empty face without a name
combing the corners
with hope in my grasp
faith and freedom
dancing on my palms
raking the sorrows
between youth and age
i’m an island
surrounded by years afloat
refrain
chorus
- intsik (strings, secondary vocals, toe taps, smoke belching)
-tinay (lead vocals, lyrics, minor percussions, sadistic hospitability)
-pagong ( growls, percussions, beatbox, all the clowning and pissing tinay’s lil sibs off)
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@maurya: ah not really. will e-mail you dear 
thanks a lot. *kisses*
mp3 pa gid bro!!!! wow dapat ipadayun nyo ni. I dig the lyrics and the tune. Namian ko snag tingog mo di, ka sweet. The male vocals is great too. Kag ang growl kakilibot. tigas!
Posted by officem8 at September 23, 2008, 11:55 am@officem8: salamat bro. sige ah send ko. o mga kampeon na mga migo ko. kung wala na di sila, madalman gid ko
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she likes seashore naps and the view of everything from the bus window. she likes tiny moments and the small spaces between faces when people talk.
sometimes, she wakes up to that odd feeling of being a fallen leaf, an old tree, an azotea or a waitress somewhere-- talking to a taxicab driver about that random song on the radio.
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and this. a proof that:
how you see LIFE is how
you actually see YOUR self.
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maddening spurt:
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“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”
-Jack Kerouac-
God!!! please e-mail me the mp3.
I BEG. You guys remind me of Kamelot and Evanescence. What a fusion of poetry, acoustic and angst. I am salivating!!!
Posted by maurya at September 21, 2008, 2:45 pm