Here now at mudra’s. Will sleep over here to wake up at 2 a.m. to meet another deadline. And my utol took pity enough to pause from his punk songs and electric guitar-playing to allow me to watch this:
The Dance
(Barbie Almalbis, from Music From The Buffet Table)
Would you be interested in dancing with me?
And maybe tell me all your dreams
Talk to me like you would in your sleep
Don’t censor anything
Cause I wanna hear everything
There’s no innocence left to spoil
You can swear she’s not a little boy
We’ll fly tonight so far away
Where they will never find us
Use your wings and I will run fast
Cause that’s what I do when i’m not afraid
We’ve got it made up in our heads
We don’t have to wait for anyone or anything
Go anywhere we desire
So close your eyes become blind
From the world listen instead to the girl
She’ll tell you why she chose to fly
And you’re left behind
Just like me alone and free
We can smile when we’ve filled the void
And treated the burn
But until then I believe
We’re gonna have to learn
To discard any disguise we’re using
Yes it’s so hard and it’s never amusing
Good old nineties. Good thing I saw it. And good for Barbie for being a mom already.
“Matagal na,” my brother just said. I may have been the last to know then.
My brother agrees that it’s a marvelous song. Did I spell marvelous right?
“Tama,” my mother just said.
Time to rest the weary head.
