Thursday, January 08, 2009
Friday, August 17, 2007
visceral aimlessness
one may not talk what the lyrics of this music from Cibo Matto wants to convey but the Sugar Water video is simply good and brilliant.
having work suspended because of the rains had me aimlessly wandering in the virtual world. productivity is at a halt and I want it to keep that way for the time being.
reality will come back right after the supertyphoon but for now, enjoying the video above plus all the things that is the 'net is the priority.
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Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Melancholic ups and bottomless downs
Hurting and despairing seem to be the new trend today...
One can personally feel how much it hurts, knowing that [maybe] you want this [someone/something]....
...but [unfortunately] you can not have that.
This is similar to what the Me and Mrs. Jones lyrics/music below conveys...
It talks of longing and wanting and yearning for that unbridled moment that one can connect to that someone/something...
...but soon realizes that its not really going to happen.
That person just heaves a sigh and futilely...
...mope.
Billy Paul (a #1 hit in 1972)
written by Kenny Gamble, Leon Huff and Cary Gilbert
Me and Mrs. Jones, we got a thing going on,
We both know that it's wrong
But it's much too strong to let it cool down now.
We meet ev'ry day at the same cafe,
Six-thirty I know she'll be there,
Holding hands, making all kinds of plans
While the jukebox plays our favorite song.
Me and Mrs., Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones,
Mrs. Jones got a thing going on,
We both know that it's wrong,
But it's much too strong to let it cool down now.
We gotta be extra careful
that we don't build our hopes too high
Cause she's got her own obligations and so do I.
Me, me and Mrs., Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones,
Mrs. Jones got a thing going on,
We both know that it's wrong,
But it's much too strong to let it cool down now.
Well, it's time for us to be leaving,
It hurts so much, it hurts so much inside,
Now she'll go her way and I'll go mine,
But tomorrow we'll meet the same place, the same time.
Me and Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones.
