How to Say Forever

Back in the day, I remember watching an interview of Shania Twain talking about the inspiration for her song, "From This Moment On." In it, she said that she wanted to say "forever" without specifically saying "forever," hence the phrase that would become the song's title. That song has since become a smash, and a staple of the sappy radio stations playlists (not to mention, seedy beer houses), but whenever I hear it, I always remember that what she wanted to achieve with that song was to say "forever" in a new way.

Fast forward to 2013, and I am absolutely in love with a song by a heretofore unknown band called The Cab. And the song I'm currently in love with works on a similar concept as Shania's earlier effort. Sure, I liked one of their earlier songs, but this one, dare I say a word that I think I've used far too often, resonates with me. Coincidentally, the song was co-written by Mr. Pinoy Pride himself, Bruno Mars.

At the risk of making them more popular than they are (which is what they deserve anyway), here I am, sharing this gem of a find with you, interwebz. Enjoy. Stay in love.

Endlessly
by The Cab


There's a shop down the street 
Where they sell plastic rings 
For a quarter a piece I swear it 
Yeah I know that it's cheap 
Not like gold in your dreams 
But I hope that 
You'll still wear it 

Yeah, the ink may stain my skin 
And my jeans may all be ripped 
I'm not perfect but I swear 
I'm perfect for you 

And there's no guarantee 
That this'll be easy 
It's not a miracle you need 
Believe me 
Yeah I'm no angel 
I'm just me 
But I will love you endlessly 
Wings aren't what you need 
You need me 

There's a house on the hill 
With a view of the town 
And I know how you adore it 
So I'll work everyday 
Through the sun and the rain 
Until I can afford it 

Yeah your friends might think I'm crazy 
But they can only see 
I'm not perfect
But I swear I'm perfect for you 

And there's no guarantee 
That this'll be easy 
It's not a miracle you need 
Believe me 
Yeah I'm no angel 
I'm just me 
But I will love you endlessly 
Wings aren't what you need 
You need me 

Ink may stain my skin 
And my jeans may all be ripped 
I'm not perfect but I swear 
I'm perfect for you 

And there's no guarantee 
That this'll be easy 
It's not a miracle you need 
Believe me 
Yeah I'm no angel 
I'm just me 
But I will love you endlessly 
Wings aren't what you need 
You need me 

There's a shop down the street 
Where they sell plastic rings 
For a quarter a piece I swear it 
Yeah I know that it's cheap 
Not like gold in your dreams 
But I hope that 
You'll still wear it

Lost in Translation

I miss the days when things were effortless
When we'd finish each other's sentences.
These days, I find myself second-guessing
The meaning behind your statements.

It seems to me that the biggest follies
Are the fewness of your years
And the freshness of your experience
And the obstinacy of my own mind.

And therein lies the rub.
We don't speak the same words anymore
The facade has crumbled.
We are markedly different.

But, that's all right.
I did promise to make this work.
There's too just too much being carried
That can just as easily be jettisoned.

Maybe in a few years, you'll know what I mean
By then, you will have either moved on
Or you might still be stuck with me
Whatever the case, just soldier on.
You are so much better than this.
We are so much bigger than this.

Segundo

And so it comes to this.
Pettiness. Triviality.
Spite. Hurt.


I'm not sure exactly what I feel.
I didn't know how much you cut me
Until I woke up.

I don't want to explain anymore. 
I feel that even if I did
Explanations aren't welcome anyway.


I need a bit of introspection.
Think things through.
Let the cooler me prevail.

I shall soak it in.
Wallow in the feeling.
Process.

If I find myself in that familiar place
At the end of all this
I'll know what to do.

No promises. No assurances.
No effort at least for now.
No nothing.