Observations through the whiskey glass..
discerning the world around me, spiced with a dash of alcohol...
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Child (Anak) - Freddie Aguilar
When you were born into this world
Your mom and dad saw a dream fulfilled
Dream come true
The answer to their prayers
You were to them a special child;
Gave 'em joy every time you smiled
Each time you cried
They're at your side to care
Child, you don't know
You'll never know how far they'd go
To give you all their love can give;
To see you through and God it's true
They'd die for you, if they must, to see you here
How many seasons came and went
So many years have now been spent;
For time ran fast
And now at last you're strong
Now what has gotten over you
You seem to hate your parents too
Do speak out your mind
Why do you find them wrong
Child you don't know
You'll never know how far they'd go
To give you all their love can give
To see you through and God it's true
They'd die for you, if they must, to see you near
And now your path has gone astray;
Child you ain't sure what to do or say;
You're so alone
No friends are on your side
And child you now break down in tears
Let them drive away your fears
Where must you go
Their arms stay open wide
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The live band was playing this song last night. It hit a raw nerve and transported me back in time into that chubby boy with a sad face that I was.
No, I wasn't that rebellious kid in the song who disappointed his loving parents. I was the lonely kid living in my own imaginary world to maintain my sanity. When I heard this song then, I hated the child he was singing about. He had a pair of loving parents but chose to fuck it up. And there I was, trying to make sense of the world with everything I had in my arsenal, which included a dad who went MIA and a mom whom I see only 2-4 times a year. I wished that I had his parents to guide me while he could have mine to disappoint. They probably won't give 2 hoots about it though.
I have the tendency to tag certain songs to different parts of my life. This memory was buried deep in the sands of time... and should have just stay buried...
