Archive for April, 2007
Sembreak.
Just because I felt like it (okay, there are other undisclosed reasons as well) — from the 1994 Circus album, this is “Sembreak,” arguably the greatest Eraserheads song ever:
Dear kim kamustang bakasyon mo
ako heto pa rin nababato
bad trip talaga itong Meralco
bakit brownout pa rin dito
walang silbi sa bahay
kundi bumabad sa telepono
o kaya’y kasama ng barkada
nakatambay sa may kanto
chorus
naalala kita pag umuulan SEMBREAK
naalala kita pag giniginaw SEMBREAK
naalala kita pag kakain na SEMBREAK
naalala kita ilang bukas pa ba
bago tayo ay magkita
ako’y naiinip na bawa’t oras binibilang
sabik na masilayan ka-ha-hah
sira pa rin ang bisikleta
may gas wala namang kotse
naghihintay ng ulan
basketball sa banyo
sana ay may pasok na para at least
meron ng baon
cutting classes dating raket
rock and roll buong taon
chorus
walang kayakap kundi gitara
nangangati sa kaiisip sa ‘yo
hanggang sa mabutas ‘tong maong ko
tsaka bibili uli ng bago
hanggang dito na lang ang liham ko
salamat sa atensyon mo
tsaka na lang pala ang utang ko
pag nakagkita na lang uli tayo oh wohh
chorus
naalala kita SEMBREAK
naalala kita SEMBREAK
naalala kita SEMBREAK
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Jonathan Richman, Running Through My Head.
If I were to walk through the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston

Well first I’d go to the room where they keep the Cezannes

But if I had by my side a girl friend

then I could look through the paintings

I could look right through them

because I’d have found something that I understand

I understand a girl friend

that’s a girl

friend

that’s G-I-R-L-F-R-E-N

that’s a girl friend baby,

that’s somethin that I understand

From top to bottom: the Chinese furniture gallery (I don’t think I was supposed to take pictures though, sorry); the Koch Gallery (though it’s the European Old Masters room, and therefore no Cezannes); Thomas Couture’s “A Widow” (1840); Catalonian chapel; Catalonian chapel (2); Kara Walker’s “The Rich Soil Down There” (2002); a Brian Considine side chair from 1979 (I think); the scholar’s room in the Chinese furniture gallery; sorry, can’t remember this one; Joan Miro’s “The First Spark of Day III” (1966); Paul Delvaux’s “The Greeting” (1938), which I actually liked because of a Breton quotation by the painting, where he describes Delvaux as “[turning] the whole universe into a single realm in which one woman, always the same woman, reigns over the great suburbs of the heart;” a Roycroft hanging lantern (1908). Lyrics from The Modern Lovers’ “Girl Friend” (1973), of course.
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Random Links.
Just so you know this blog is actually still alive (apologies to all the comments piling up in the Kenneth Eng threads, which I haven’t gotten to):
1. Matilda Wilbur, 1900-2007.
2. Name-checked by the Poeta.
3. Condo porn.
4. Your Flickr photos, in a museum.
5. My little brother interviews </a Bryanboy! “Soo gay he sweats glitter!”
6. Two April Fools Day music-related humor links, one a little more esoteric than the other: “What you gon’ do with all that junk?” and “Reunited and it feels so good.”
Plus a movie roundup and a Boston-related post, coming up sometime.
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