Agonistes

The sunset sky was awashed with blood,

as if the menstruating heavens was bleeding
what's left of my broken soul.

as if it feels my agonizing pain,
the encroaching darkness feeds my loneliness,

the flames of my sadness tremble and quake with each tear and the fumes of love escape with each forlorn sigh.

I am sorrow and I am abandon,
I am the starless night skies.

When vultures come to feed -
I still sing forever your name on my lips.

I am death,
the end of a dream.

No Ordinary Morning

If there was nothing that I could say
Turned your back and you just walked away
Leaves me numb inside I think of you
Together is all I knew

We moved too fast but I had no sign
I would try to turn the hands of time
Then look to you for the reason why
The love we had passed me by

And as the sun would set you would rise
Fall from the sky into paradise
Is there no light in your heart for me?
You've closed your eyes, you no longer see

There were no lies between me and you
You said nothing of what you knew
But there was still something in your eyes
Left me helpless and paralyzed

You could give a million reasons,
change the world and change the times,
Could not give me the secrets of your heart
and of your mind
In the darkness that surrounds me now
there is no peace of mind
Your careless words undo me,
leave the thought of us behind
You could give a million reasons,
change the world and change the times
Could not give me the secrets of your heart
and of your mind
In the darkness that surrounds me now
there is no peace of mind
Your careless words undo me,
leave the thought of us behind

Love On The Run

One of my most favorite Chicane songs.

Excuse Me

I guess everyone who is rooting for it to fail should be happy now.


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Today is just another day
my heart breaks to a million pieces
yet once again.

Today is just another day
when the wind takes my kite away
never to return
and I can't help but hang my head
and hold onto the now limp thread;
because the pain of looking at the sun
just blinded me to flowing tears,
but nothing compares
to the shards of my heartbreak
piercing my trembling soul,
my breathe
my madness
my cessation to live.

Today is just another day,
forgive my sanity,
because, excuse me, I broke my heart again.

Cerf Volant

La chanson de la scène des avions en papier du film "les Choristes":

Cerf-volant
Volant au vent
Ne t'arrête pas
Vers la mer
Haut dans les airs
Un enfant te voit
Voyage insolent
Troubles enivrants
Amours innocentes
Suivent ta voie
Suivent ta voie
En volant

Cerf-volant
Volant au vent
Ne t'arrête pas
Vers la mer
Haut dans les airs
Un enfant te voit
Et dans la tourmente
Tes ailes triomphantes
N'oublie pas de revenir
Vers moi

Vois Sur Ton Chemin

au palais des congres. la chanson de filme Les Choristes est tres formidable!!

Hong Wo Ru Shui (Pin Guan)

I don't have the lyrics to this song...maybe you could post it here. Thanks!

Racial Slur Against Filipinos in the US Navy

http://www.navytimes.com/news/2008/01/navy_hormuz_iran_radio_080111/
‘Filipino Monkey’ behind threats? - Navy News, opinions, editorials, news from Iraq, photos, reports - Navy Times

The University of the Philippines Centennial Website

http://centennial.up.edu.ph/
[b]The UP, which started as a small institution of learning on Padre Faura Street in Manila in 1908, has grown tremendously in the last 100 years, and has become a university system with seven universities and 12 campuses all over the country. In 1911 it had only seven academic units, now it is offering 258 undergraduate and 438 graduate programs. Students come from almost all the 16 regions and all socio-economic brackets.

The UP has played a very important role in the social, economic and political development of the nation in the last 100 years. It produced seven out of 14 presidents, 12 chief justices of the Supreme Court, 30 out of 31 national scientists and 36 out of 57 national artists. Of the close to 250,000 UP alumni, 15,000 are doctors, 8,000 are lawyers and 23,000 are teachers. (excerpted from Philippine Daily Inquirer Editorial January 7, 2008) [/b]

Letters from the Trenches: A British Soldier's Account of World War 1.

http://wwar1.blogspot.com/
WWI 'blogger' captures attention

LONDON, England (AP) -- In many ways he's a typical war blogger: William Henry "Harry" Bonser Lamin's descriptions of grueling battles compete with complaints about cramped quarters and apologies for his irregular updates.

But the postings from the twentysomething English laceworker are from the trenches of World War I -- nine decades ago.

His letters are being posted now -- 90 years to the day -- to the Internet by Lamin's grandson, Bill. And like Harry's family at the time, readers don't know if his most recent update will be his last.

"People are coming back to see if there's another letter, if he's survived, to see what he's doing," Bill Lamin, a 59-year-old schoolteacher, told The Associated Press from Praa Sands in Cornwall, southwestern England. "It captures people."

Lamin said he found the letters as he was clearing out his parents' home several years ago.

He said the response from readers, many of whom say they lost relatives in WWI, has been overwhelming. The soldier's Internet profile -- complete with a photo of him in uniform -- has drawn more than 25,000 hits.

"I was not sure I could be bothered to transcribe all the letters but now I feel I have no choice," Lamin said.

His grandfather served in the 9th Battalion of York & Lancaster Regiment, which was part of the 23rd Army division.

Many of the entries are run-of-the-mill: complaints about uncomfortable barracks in England, comments on the hot weather in France and thanks to his family for packages and cigarettes. But other posts speak to the horror of a conflict that claimed millions of lives across Europe.

"We have had another terrible time this week the men here say it was worst (sic) than the Somme advance last July," Harry wrote on June 11, 1917, when his unit was engaged at the battle of Messines Ridge near Ypres, Belgium.

"We lost a lot of men but we got where we were asked to take. It was awful I am alright got buried and knocked about but quite well now and hope to remain so ... It is a rum job waiting for the time to come to go over the top without any rum too. The C.O. got killed and our captain, marvellous (sic) how we escaped."

Another letter, in October, recounts a German assault on his position.

"Fritz came over about 5 o'clock next morning we had an exciting time for about one hour and a half I can tell you ... they brought liquid fire with them and bombs and all sorts but not many got back we had twenty casual(ties) and the captain got killed a jolly good fellow too."

As of Tuesday, no letters from Harry Lamin have been posted this year; the last two letters, containing Christmas greetings, were dated December 30, 1917.

"It's almost a soap opera," Bill Lamin said of the blog. "People are saying they're rooting for Harry, they want him to survive. ... When I read the letters, I go back 90 years; I'm there."

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