Mi papa grows a big moose tush

Mi papa grows a big moose tush.
He carries it all around the house.
He carries it always when taking a bath;
Or when he prays before sleeping.
He never takes it off.
Even when he cleans the dishes,
and when he feeds the pets.
He reads the newspaper with
his big moose tush on,
every single day.
He eats his breakfast with it on.
He trims it clean with blade and cream.
I love mi papa's moose tush.
That's what mi mama calls it.
A big and terrible moose tush.
Mi papa calls it mouse tush

Gravity

I made a sound that irked the elders,

Gravity made words fall apart on dark

unbelieving souls.

There was a closet of madness…

a stranglehold of emptiness…

swaying with the chords…

weaved in scrupulous downbeat.

“Truth is…”, cracked a madman

holding a book with torn up pages.

“…Dear that was knowledge

that came from nowhere…”

Newborn

We followed each other's existence
like the wind,
They came and went.
The party of sung apocalypse
went on in parcel of dreams;
'Twas thrown to our houses
each night we slept.
At one moment from that simple
yet obscure point of origin
our souls fired away -
burning the skies with
diffused colours of orange and red;
We never knew the past
Nor had we known the future.
Only the present mattered.
The children dreamt of that place
they once called home;
Fathers and forefathers
were oblivious of history;
We never came to know each other's name
and each other's favorite songs.
All the laws of the physical world
shattered like a fragile glass.
We were undressed like a newborn.
Innocent were we.
Faith dead like that of a soldier's -
Houses burned with fire,
Nurtured with memories -
lethargic and vain.
Equilibrium.
We slept for centuries.
We never knew the past
Nor had we known the future.
But we only lived at that single point in time
where we dreamt about good memories
of each other's existence,
and we were breathing,
we were speaking each other's name.
We were back to the beginning...

Short

I didn't want to go there
where there was emptiness
and souls did not have a home
nor their bodies sacred
and emotions tired.

We sang a beautiful melody,
Nobody listened.

Then the devil spoke of wisdom,
the earth followed.
O God, the dead cried!
They shouted praise in reply.

They didn't know music
They didn't even know how to dance
They'd never spoken the truth

The devil it spoke of love
It spoke of romance
and dear God, a mother cried!
She shouted praise in reply.

The saints they prayed
They shouted Hallelujah...

"God, please give us truth!"

Time

Time is fundamental element of the universe. We slice time into thin equal strips called seconds. Consecutive seconds in juxtaposition are called moments. We had these notions because time is real. Time is no illusion. We measure our individual ages in years. We measure speed by the amount of space covered by an object in a specific amount of time. In music, we have this so-called time signatures. Human intelligence did not invent time. Time is there since the beginning of the universe.

But when did time exist? Was there no time when the universe wasn't existing yet? Or has the universe really come from nothing to this huge mass of matter and antimatter? Why is there a necessity for time? Was time created with space?

Best Music Albums of 2013

In no particular order:

Reflektor - Arcade Fire
When The Night - St. Lucia
Ice on the Dune - Empire of the Sun
Spreading Rumours - Grouplove

Dear Miss Lonelyhearts - Cold War Kids

Like Clockwork - Queens of the Stoneage

Bangerz - Miley Cyrus

Your Story To Tell - Save Me Hollywood

Evil Friends - Portugal. The Man

Blowout - The So So Glos

MBV - My Bloody Valentine

The Next Day - David Bowie

Modern Vampires of the City - Vampire Weekend

Small Sound EP - Tennis

BE - Beady Eye

Random Access Memories - Daft Punk

SUPERMEGAFANTASTIC - IAMDYNAMITE

The Bones of What You Believe - Chvrches
Paramore - Paramore
Infinitesimal - Mother Mother
New - Paul McCartney

Save Rock and Roll - Fall Out Boy

Paanong tayo’y napadpad sa ilang?

Paanong tayo’y napadpad sa ilang?

Hinihip sa hangi’t hayo sa kawalan.

Nang sanlaksang punla ng isang maylalang

Sakop ang liwanag-taon bagkus maunawaan

Sumilip ang liwanag at bumutas ng langit

Kumulay ang oras sa balat ng espasyo

Namamaklang tubig dayuha’t pintasin

Hatid ang sustansya sa abang mga alipin.

‘lipas ng panaho’y umukit ang kasaysayan

Na ang mga punla ay halal sa pag-inam

Sumibol ang maliit na kotiledon sa tadyang

Lumaki’t humulma na tinawag na isang bayan.

Bayani ang bansag sa lahi ng alipin

Ngunit paglao’y maharlikang naging

Naglunsad ang hari ng kanyang mga piging

Sa bawat sulok ng arkipelagong angkin

At kinamkam ang kilala’t mga tagong lupain

Buhat umusbong sanlibong relihiyon

Dumatal kasama ang ‘sang milyong poon

Batid sa labi sa pilosopiyang tugon

Sa sanlaksang walang kasagutang tanong

Magmumula sa langit, sa ibabaw ng ulap

Propetang dakila’t may tangan na aklat

Sa ulo nakaputong ang katotohanan

Bigkas ang awitin ng mga pilosopo

Pisiko, kimiko, mekaniko, puta, at musikero

Politiko

Ililibing ang buhay at bubuhayin ang nakalibing

Sisiklab ng apoy sa dagat ng kamangmangan

Pipintahan ng dugo ang sining ng bawat

Sisilanging sanggol

Tuturuang magiliw ng agham

Ang propeta’y bulaan

Tangan ang kasagutan

Sa mga walang kasagutang tanong

Waksi sa katotohanan

Bigkas niyang magiliw

Sa tamis at pagkakakilanlan

ng lahi ng alipin

Ang lahi ng mga bayani,

Mga santo’t banal

Ang propeta’y bulaan…