and I woke up slow, dragged into the sense of your scent, of your skin... the one I know so well
I had my ideas, you had yours, but then we found out, they were not so different, after all...
The screen door slamswe got up after a while for the plans we've made this day await, you had yours, I had mine
Mary's dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch
As the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey that's me and I want you only
Don't turn me home again
I just can't face myself alone again
you were off for a run
I was off to Church
'I'll run by the supermarket to buy stuff before driving to Church so you can cook when you get back. We'll have lunch after the service.'
Spread out now Rosie, doctor come cut loose her mama's reinsat Church they said that when you find yourself in a dark, dark place, sometimes it's God having you right where He wants you and all you need to do is let it be and have a little faith...
You know playin' blindman's bluff is a little baby's game
You pick up Little Dynamite, I'm gonna pick up Little Gun
And together we're gonna go out tonight and make that highway run
You don't have to call me lieutenant Rosie and I don't want to be your son
The only lover I'm ever gonna need's your soft sweet little girl's tongue Rosie you're the one
In the Bible Cain slew Abeland we had lunch, that was some kick-ass sinigang na salmon you whipped up, I had to painfully live with the fact that I cannot have seconds
and East of Eden he was cast
You're born into this life paying
for the sins of somebody else's past
Daddy worked his whole life for nothing but the pain
Now he walks these empty rooms looking for something to blame
You inherit the sins, you inherit the flames
Adam raised a Cain
but you could, and you did, and I watched you dig into it, smiling, thanking the time to be sitting there smiling....
Everybody's got a hungry heartand we got sleepy, left the dishes where they were and squeezed into the couch
Everybody's got a hungry heart
Lay down your money and you play your part
Everybody's got a hungry heart
it was a tight squeeze
'Maybe we should buy a sofa-bed. You'll never know when somebody might need to crash in for the night... you know.'
'Yeah... let's do that.'
Sometimes it might seem like it was planned'Where are you going?
For you to roam empty hearted through this land
Though the world turns you hard and cold
There's one thing mister, that I know
That's if you think your heart is stone
And that you're rough enough to whip this world alone
Alone buddy there ain't no peace of mind
'There's chores to be done. Rise and shine.
Well, there she sits buddy justa gleaming in the sun'I want to eat something nice. Remember last night, we had coffee and shared left-over cake in the middle of the night? I want to do that again. I want to eat nice again.'
There to greet a working man when his day is done
I'm gonna pack my pa and I'm gonna pack my aunt
I'm gonna take them down to the Cadillac Ranch
'Ok come on, let's find something nice.'
and we got back and we had cheese cake and edamame, grabbed a bag of calamari rings for something you're already cooking in your mind
and we had the sinigang again for dinner, the way we liked it... in a big bowl, with everything scooped up over rice, nice and easy and casual
and on TV was some NASA show...
I believe in the love that you gave meand you said you were going for another run
I believe in the faith that could save me
I believe in the hope
and I pray that some day
It may raise me above these
For the ones who had a notion
a notion deep inside
That it ain't no sin
to be glad you're alive
I wanna find one face
that ain't looking through me
I wanna find one place
and I was busy writing all these down
Everybody's got a secret Sonnyand we had coffee when you got back
Something that they just can't face
Some folks spend their whole lives trying to keep it
They carry it with them every step that they take
Till some day they just cut it loose
Cut it loose or let it drag 'em down
Where no one asks any questions
Or looks too long in your face
In the darkness on the edge of town
and the cheesecake too
So don't bother me man i ain't got no timeand we'll sleep again, dream again
I'm on my way to see that girl of mine
`cause nothing matters in this whole wide world
When you're in love with a jersey girl
be safe again...
Sandy the aurora is risin' behind us
The pier lights our carnival life forever
Love me tonight for I may never see you again
Hey Sandy girl
17 Comments:
maylab,
nag enjoy ako ng husto sa weekend natin, especially ngayong sunday.
i loved the great meal and the short nap.
lab U
ako din Pa, I enjoyed the weekend immensely. cheap thrills pero masaya. which just goes to show, we're not high maintenance... hahaha!
oopppsss...
labyu too! :D
sunday kind of love...
nice :)
...and fantastic writing here, I might add. A mastery of "show not tell" dictum.
yes Ate Sienns. minsan lang kasi that we find ourselves free to get busy with each other. it's such a blessing talaga. :)
you really think so Tito Rolly? maraming salamat po. :)
ang sarap naman, tita jet. maganda ang sinabi ni ate sienna, sunday kind of love nga. :)
blissful ha, nililito mo ko... hehe. kundi pa dahil dyan sa flower mo, di pa kita makikilala :) lalo ngang sumasarap dahil paminsan minsan lang may mga Sundays na ganito. salamat sa dalaw :)
No better way to spend a Sunday. I'm so jealous. Hehe :)
then make it happen c. :)
awwww....
Sunday! Sunday! Sunday! Yay!
Jet, ka kilig naman....you guys are so romantic and soooo sweet!
you are an inspiration! honest engine!
OMG Mye! I totally forgot about your salpicao recipe. And now that I see your comment, I remember, shame on me! Sorry...
Bukas na bukas, I'll blog about it. (bedtime na kasi) Pasensya ka na ha. :)
don't worry about it. late na rin pala bedtime mo. =) i was folding clothes...we have growing piles of clean laundry. wala ng mahanap na salawal si jacob. =P
oo Mye. I work the night shift kasi and I try as much as possible to keep the same hours whether I'm working or not so my body clock doesn't get shot.
hahaha! pareho tayo. lately I've been so behind my laundry. wala na ring masoot na salawal si Papa Jay. :)
Yes indeed. Sundays should be made of these. Lovely post, dear Jet.
Maribel
thanks Maribel! :)
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