Sunday, November 7, 2004

verse! finally!

before anything else... have you noticed that it's been like... almost three months since my last post! damn!

anyway, it has also been three months since... i first set-up "verse"... verse is... the life, music, and lyrics... of... me. haha. well since 1992 to 2002, that is. no real new songs since. none yet, at least.

actually i put up verse on my r@dyo <> website... but it hasn't really been updated since.... 1998? putting up verse on a blog actually helps me in uploading "verse" songs more easily.

anyway, click on the new link on the right for verse!

"who i want to meet"

i also had this on friendster but, anyway, i took it out to shorten my friendster profile...

I can only give you love that lasts forever / And a promise to be near each time you call / And the only heart I own / For you and you alone / That's all, that's all.//
I can only give you country walks in springtime / And a hand to hold when leaves begin to fall / And a love whose burning light / Will warm the winter night / That's all, that's all //
There are those, I am sure, that have told you / They would give you the world for a toy / All I have are these arms to enfold you / And a love time can never destroy /
If you're wondering what I'm asking in return, dear / You'll be glad to know that my demands are small / Say it's me that you'll adore / For now and ever more / That's all, that's all ///


I had this up on my friendster profile prior to this date and time that I have just taken it out:

"You see that glass of anisette (wine/cocktail) before you?" he went on. "Now, you just see the anisette. I, on the other hand, because I need to be inside everything I do, see the plant it came from, the storms the plant endured, the hand that picked the grain, the voyage by ship from another land, the smells and colors with which the plant allowed itself to be imbued before it was placed in the alcohol. If I were to paint this scene, I would paint all those things, even though, when you saw the painting, you would think you were looking at a simple glass of anisette."
--Paulo Coelho (from the novel "Eleven Minutes")