Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Friday, January 20, 2012
A beautiful love song
A man who feels this way about a woman is not disillusioned, a great love song written with reality in mind, not just the fuzzy stuff. I try not to insert spiritual or theological meanings to the lyrics, especially the last couple of stanzas, it's simply how a man feels about a woman he deeply loves.
I was a bit surprised by the singer, his voice sounded to me like a man with long flowing hair and misty blue eyes, but he turns out to be a half balded guy with not so good acting ability. The original writer and singer, though, is really cool.
She
Maybe the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
Maybe my treasure or the price I have to pay
She
Maybe the song that summer sings
Maybe the chill that autumn brings
Maybe a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She
Maybe the beauty or the beast
Maybe the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She
Maybe the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell
She
Who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She
Maybe the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I'll remember till the day I die
She
Maybe the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough in ready years
Me
I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is
She
She, oh she
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Bombarded
We have been bombarded by loud pop music day and night for months now. It is not just the karaoke that I mentioned in my previous post, there is also someone who plays his music with a loud strong bass all day long. Last night the music was still going at midnight when we went to bed, this morning, I was awaken by the same music at 7:00am sharp.
We feel oppressed by this music, I actually prefer the karaoke to this constant booming in my head, it occupies my head every waking minute of the day. The worse part is that there is nothing we can do about it, calling the police is not going to help.
In the video below, you can hear the music going, but the bass sound is lost because the microphone of the camera does not pick up the booming very well. In reality it is at least three times louder. I took this video standing in our kitchen door. The music does not come out from our next door neighbour's house, which you see in the video, rather, it is from somewhere beyond.
Please pray for us, we have been bombarded by this music and the karaoke since we moved in, it has been very difficult and it is grinding on our spirits. Some types of music lift our spirits and nurture our souls, my choice will be Bach, Mozart and the like, but the booming music break us down, grind us into pulp, it has been very hard.
We feel oppressed by this music, I actually prefer the karaoke to this constant booming in my head, it occupies my head every waking minute of the day. The worse part is that there is nothing we can do about it, calling the police is not going to help.
In the video below, you can hear the music going, but the bass sound is lost because the microphone of the camera does not pick up the booming very well. In reality it is at least three times louder. I took this video standing in our kitchen door. The music does not come out from our next door neighbour's house, which you see in the video, rather, it is from somewhere beyond.
Please pray for us, we have been bombarded by this music and the karaoke since we moved in, it has been very difficult and it is grinding on our spirits. Some types of music lift our spirits and nurture our souls, my choice will be Bach, Mozart and the like, but the booming music break us down, grind us into pulp, it has been very hard.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Another type of sharing
A lot of people find Filipinos are happy go lucky people, that they are always smiling and not caring too much about the misery around them.
In a sense it is right, however, we also found that the seemingly happy disposition stems from the fact that there might not be much for them to hope for, therefore, they just deal with it in a "happy" way. It is a defense mechanism. They refuse to be melancholy, rather they spice up their lives with little things that makes them feel better.
One of the examples will be music. Anyone who has been to the Philippines will notice that Filipinos love music. They particularly like music from the 80s, or any type of feel-good music with heavy beats, like rave or rap type music. They play them loudly in restaurants, in fiestas, at home, at church and anywhere they can get a hold of a stereo system and a pair of speakers. Often when we walk into a restaurant, the employees would quickly walk over to the stereo system and crank up the volume, and they crank it up so high that many times, we couldn't hear each other talking, we even had a hard time ordering food! After a while, we decided that if we are the only customers in a restaurant, we would ask them to turn it down, or sometimes even turning it off.
Old-timer missionaries explained to us that Filipinos have big hearts and they love to share. Not everyone can afford to play music in their homes, so those who can, share their music. While there is some truth in it, I still find that the loudness of the music hurts my ears. Or take today as an example, we went to a "high-class" coffee shop for breakfast, after a while, Dan had to go and ask them to turn off their music because they were playing rave music with swearing words in it, Kioni was right there moving her little body along with the strong beats, even though she doesn't understand the swearing words, that did it for Dan and I, we couldn't handle those words.
Someone outside of our subdivision has a karaoke machine. Our helper said for 5 pesos (10 cents US), you can go sing a song. Our house is directly in the path of the super loud speakers, so whenever someone sings, we hear it loud and clear. Recently, a male voice has come through our door and windows often. He is known as the "bad-singing" guy to Kioni. He has quite a bit of money, because he sings the same songs over and over and over, and he sings very badly.
So for months now, we are forced to listen to quite a number of people singing in that karaoke joint, sometimes, it has gotten to me quite badly that I have to tell Dan we need to go out to eat, I need a break from listening to that music. (The joint opens at around 8:00am and closes at around 10:30pm, weekends they will extend the time to around midnight.) At least in a restaurant, if we are the only customers, we could ask them to turn it down!
In a sense it is right, however, we also found that the seemingly happy disposition stems from the fact that there might not be much for them to hope for, therefore, they just deal with it in a "happy" way. It is a defense mechanism. They refuse to be melancholy, rather they spice up their lives with little things that makes them feel better.
One of the examples will be music. Anyone who has been to the Philippines will notice that Filipinos love music. They particularly like music from the 80s, or any type of feel-good music with heavy beats, like rave or rap type music. They play them loudly in restaurants, in fiestas, at home, at church and anywhere they can get a hold of a stereo system and a pair of speakers. Often when we walk into a restaurant, the employees would quickly walk over to the stereo system and crank up the volume, and they crank it up so high that many times, we couldn't hear each other talking, we even had a hard time ordering food! After a while, we decided that if we are the only customers in a restaurant, we would ask them to turn it down, or sometimes even turning it off.
Old-timer missionaries explained to us that Filipinos have big hearts and they love to share. Not everyone can afford to play music in their homes, so those who can, share their music. While there is some truth in it, I still find that the loudness of the music hurts my ears. Or take today as an example, we went to a "high-class" coffee shop for breakfast, after a while, Dan had to go and ask them to turn off their music because they were playing rave music with swearing words in it, Kioni was right there moving her little body along with the strong beats, even though she doesn't understand the swearing words, that did it for Dan and I, we couldn't handle those words.
Someone outside of our subdivision has a karaoke machine. Our helper said for 5 pesos (10 cents US), you can go sing a song. Our house is directly in the path of the super loud speakers, so whenever someone sings, we hear it loud and clear. Recently, a male voice has come through our door and windows often. He is known as the "bad-singing" guy to Kioni. He has quite a bit of money, because he sings the same songs over and over and over, and he sings very badly.
So for months now, we are forced to listen to quite a number of people singing in that karaoke joint, sometimes, it has gotten to me quite badly that I have to tell Dan we need to go out to eat, I need a break from listening to that music. (The joint opens at around 8:00am and closes at around 10:30pm, weekends they will extend the time to around midnight.) At least in a restaurant, if we are the only customers, we could ask them to turn it down!
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