In honor of President's Day (it is President's Day.... right? I lose track of time now that I'm out of school. I don't like it one bit!) let's continue with my
List of SAD Spanish Songs:
(Same rules as in volume 1 apply)
Amar y Querer - José José
"Casi todos sabemos querer, pero pocos sabemos amar. Es que amar y querer no es igual. Amar es sufrir, querer es gozar."
"El que quiere pretende vivir, y nunca sufrir… y nunca sufrir."
"El que ama no puede pensar, todo lo da… todo lo da. El que quiere pretende olvidar y nunca llorar… y nunca llorar. El querer pronto puede acabar… el amor no conoce el final."
(This one hurts because it helps differentiate between those who simply "like/lust" over those who "love," giving examples between people who "like" and those who "love." People that "love" end up losing. It makes me watery-eyed each time I hear it. Damn José José and his sad ballads)
**Casi Un Bolero – Ricky Martin
"Suenan las campanas de mi mente… que tristemente suenan por mi."
"La tristeza que te canto se la va llevando el viento."
"Pongo tu foto sobre mi piel… suena en mi corazón, casi un bolero."
(This song is italicized because, while the lyrics manage to make me frown a little, the music is mainly what makes me want to wail. It's... just... a fantastic orchestral arrangement. Even if you don't know Spanish, the music will get you to frown, at least. The song just talks about a lonely guy, I guess he too has lost his lover, and how everything reminds him of her. So in his heart, he sort of hears a bolero, and he sings along to it. Ah yes, the latin man, such a romatic when he's not too busy bossing the wife around or making her crank out babies... bitter much? Hell. Yes.)
*Cielo Rojo - Various Artists (The song is so popular, many artists have taken to sining it. My personal favorites include Alejandro Fernandez, Luis Miguel, and Pepe Aguilar)
"Solo sin tu cariño voy caminando, voy caminando y no se que hacer. Ni el cielo me contesta cuando pregunto por ti, mi bien.
No eh podido olvidarte desde la noche, desde la noche en que te perdí. Sombras de duda y celos solo me envuelven pensando en ti."
"Deja que yo te busque y si te encuentro, y si te encuentro vuelve otra vez. Olvida lo pasado, ya no te acuerdes de aquel ayer."
"Mientras yo estoy dormido, sueño que vamos los dos muy juntos a un cielo azul. Pero cuando despierto, mi cielo es rojo... me faltas tu."
"Y aunque yo sea culpable de aquella triste, de aquella triste separación, vuelve por dios tus ojos, vuelve a quererme, vuelve mi amor."
(So this guy admits to f'ing up in the relationship. He's asking her to come back. He even mentions how he dreams that he's walking along with the girl towards a blue sky, but when he wakes, the sky is red and she's missing. Poor lovelorn man... I would probably take a dude back if he said this kind of stuff to me though, I'm weak like that)
**Donde Estará Mi Primavera?** - Marco Antonio Solís
"Yo te debo tanto, tanto amor que ahora te regalo mi resignación. Se que tu me amaste, yo pude sentirlo. Quiero descansar en tu perdón.
Voy hacer de cuenta que nunca te fuiste, que haz ido de viaje y nada más.
Y con tu recuerdo, cuando este muy triste, le haré compañía a mi soledad."
"Quiero que mi ausencia sean las grandes alas con las que tu puedas emprender ese vuelo largo de tantas escalas, y en alguna me puedas perder."
"Yo aquí entre la nada voy hablar de todo, buscare a mi modo continuar.
Y hasta que los años cierren mi memoria, no me dejare de preguntar:
¿Donde estará mi primavera? ¿Donde se me a escondido el sol? Que mi jardín olvido, y el alma me marchito."
(This song should come with a warning! I can't even read the lyrics without getting choked up. I've come to get sentimental with this song when I think of guys... but especially when I think of those who have departed, like my grandma and now grandpa. The lyrics that mention how one won't think that the other has "left," but instead "gone on a trip" get me because that's exactly how I got over my grandmother's passing when I was 11. I've confused myself into believing she's in Mexico... and when I go to Mexico, I act like she's here in Vegas. Anyway, this song is underlined because it's one of my top 3 songs EVER. As much as I hate to admit it--because I hate being sentimental around others-- this song describes my feelings with sheer perfection. There are just days when I ask myself, and tell myself, these things. Basically, this depressed person is asking himself where his sunshine, his spring has gone... since he feels forgotten, neglected to the point where his "garden" AKA soul was forgotten and wilted. The words are too deep and beautiful to be translated properly into English. Now I'm sad.)
*Échame A Mi La Culpa - Various Artists (I like Pepe Aguilar's version)
"Sabes mejor que nadie que me fallaste. Que lo que prometiste se te olvido. Sabes a ciencia cierta que me engañaste aunque nadie te amara igual que yo."
"Lleno estoy de razones para despreciarte, y sin embargo quiero que seas feliz. Que aya en el otro mundo de en vez de infierno encuentres gloria, y que una nube de tu memoria me borre a mi."
"Dile al que te pregunte que no te quise. Dile que te engañaba, que fui lo peor. Échame a mi la culpa de lo que pase."
"Cúbrete tu la espalda con mi dolor."
(ALL the lyrics in this song cut me. Basically, he is letting his now-ex know that while she did him wrong by lying, cheating and forgetting all her promises, he still wishes her happiness here and in the "other world." He then goes as far as giving her permission to tell everyone that HE was horrible, that he would cheat on her, that he never loved her, that he was the worst. Basically, to place all blame on him. To cover her back with his pain. What a noble man, don't you think? And what a little bitch of the female if she really did go off and listen to her injured lover)
**El Me Mintió - Amanda Miguel (I love how Yuridia sings it)
"El me mintió. El me dijo que me amaba y no era verdad."
"El me mintió. No me amaba. Nunca me amo."
"El dejo que lo adorara. El me mintió, el me mintió. Era un juego y nada más. Era solo un juego cruel de su vanidad. El me mintió."
"Con el corazón destrozado y el rostro mojado, soy tan desdichada ¡quisiera morirme!"
"Mentira, ¡todo era mentira! Palabras al viento… tan solo un capricho que el niño tenía."
"De todo el amor que juraba, ¡jamas hubo nada! Yo fui solamente otra más que lo amaba."
"Mentira, ¡todo era mentira! Los besos, las rosas, las falsas caricias que me estremecían."
"Señor que tu estas en los cielos, tu que eres tan bueno, que no quede huella en mi piel de sus dedos."
(Fuck. Give me a second...
Ok...
This song's AWESOME for any girl who has been LIED TO [which would be... all of us, right?]. Basically, she finds out the dude was just lying to her. Using her. Like she was some new game for the little boy. Poor chick. While the dude knew she was falling for him, he did nothing to stop her. So now, she's just asking God to please erase all memory of him. Great song, especially each time a chick sings this, she's usually screaming and totally losing it, you know, how we all react when we find out we've been used. Now, each time I hear this, I think of poor Yuridia, and how ironically this sort of fits her situation)
En Ausencia De Ti - Laura Pausini
"Yo, como un árbol, desnuda estoy sin ti. Mis raíces se secaran, abandonada así."
(There are more lyrics, trust me, but... I'm so tired of looking [and you of reading, I'm sure]. This lyric's just one that I strongly fancy. I don't know, I have a thing for songs that use lots of metaphors. Basically, this is a very lonely girl that laments losing her guy)
Esa Noche – Café Tacuba
"No me hubieras dejado esa noche, porque esa misma noche encontré un amor. Parecía que estaba esperando tu momento de partir. Parecía haber observado, mis momentos junto a ti."
"Me abrazo el instante mismo, que tu me dijiste adiós, y no fue una gran tristeza. Fue como ir de menor a mayor."
"Tu regreso había esperado, más te veía muy feliz en los brazos de tu amada, te olvidaste tú de mí. Es ahora que recuerdas, a mis brazos vuelves ya. Seré por siempre tu amante, tu novia: la soledad."
"Si alguna vez regresas con aquella que te amo, sabes, no será lo mismo, pues también me conoció."
"Mi soledad, siempre eh pertenecido a ti."
(Funny, since I really do know a girl named Soledad. Anyway, these guys are pretty witty [hence why I love them so] and manage to make the lsitener believe this song's about a guy who finds another girl immediately after getting dumped by his chick. You start to think "What a prick! He was probably seeing another girl while being with this one that dumped him!" Towards the end, you find out this new "girl" is actually "loneliness" [English term for "Soledad," which in Spanish is also a female's name]. So, this guy's LONELY! Nice job, Cafe Tacuba! They sort of end it by saying that if he does get back with the chick that dumped him, it won't be the same, because she too got to know this so called "soledad," e.g. she too was lonely! Aw, tugs on your heart strings, right?)
Esta Triste Guitarra – Emmanuel or Pepe Aguilar
"Esta triste guitarra que suena y suena sola en la noche, es mi voz que te dice 'No me abandones, no me abandones.' "
(Once again, there are more lovely lyrics in this one, but I like this one most.This guy is giving his ex a nice serenade and he makes a metaphor [see, I love this device!] between his voice and the sound of the guitar. He's telling her to please not abandon him, and hopefully, each time she hears a guitar, she'll think of him. I wonder if that would work with metal... like... "Think of me when you play 'Raining Blood' by Slayer")
*Fuego De Noche, Nieve de Día - Ricky Martin
"Antes de que empiece a amanecer y vuelvas a tu vida habitual, debes comprender que entre los dos todo a sido puro y natural."
"Tu loca manía ha sido mía solo una vez. Dulce ironía: fuego de noche, nieve de día."
"Luces tu sonrisa mas normal; blanca, pero fría como nieve."
"Y mientras yo me quedo sin ti como un huracán, rabioso y febril. Tanta pasión, tanta osadía."
"Noche a noche en blanco sin dormir, ardo entre los pliegues de mi cama. Se que estas a punto de venir, pero solo viene la mañana."
(We all know I love this song. Each time I hear it being played, I stop dead in my tracks to listen. Anyway, this poor guy has the luck of loving a girl who is taken... and she might be a little crazy... or just really detached. He's only had her once... but he wants her again, so bad [poor Ricky]. She... well, she's just... a lady in the streets, but a freak in the bed, who scars men by only having one night stands with them and then wanting nothing to do with the fellas afterwards. In other words: My hero. J/k! All kidding aside, it's just about a guy who will never again have that one girl, so he yearns for her each night.)
Those 10 songs will do for part 2.
Happy Prez Day... I think that's what today is.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Para Llorar, Vol.1
The frequency with which I am asked this question has made me finally agree to answering it on this blog (Today alone, I was asked 4 times!).
"Give me a list of the saddest Spanish music ever!"
You sure, buddy?
'cause... uh... Spanish musicians really know how to cut you deep when they're bummin'.
But I guess... since it's Valentine's and everything... and my earlier post was so angry, I'll post part one of my... maybe 8 parts of:
"List of SAD Spanish songs"
(in somewhat-alphabetical order. The better part of the lyrics are shown. Bold italics are lines that cut ME pretty deep. Might not happen to you, but dude, I read that and it makes me weep inside regardless of how jubilant I may be at that moment. I also add a little shpeel on why I dig the song. Starred titles are especially recommended)
*A La Primera Persona- Alejandro Sanz
"A la primera persona que me ayude a comprender, pienso entregarle mi tiempo, pienso entregarle mi fe.
Yo no pido que las cosas me salgan siempre bien, pero es que ya estoy harto de perderte sin querer."
"A la primera persona que me ayude a salir de este infierno en el que yo mismo decidí vivir,
Le regalo cualquier tarde para los dos,"
"A la primera persona que me ayude a sentir otra vez, pienso entregarle mi vida, pienso entregarle mi fe. Aunque si no eres la persona que soñaba para mi ¿que voy hacer? Nada."
"Aunque lo diga la gente, yo no lo quiero escuchar. No hay mas miedo que el que se siente cuando ya no sientes nada."
"A la primera persona que me ayude a caminar, pienso entregarle mi tiempo, pienso entregarle hasta el mar."
"Yo no digo que sea fácil niña, pero ahora mismo ya no tengo ni siquiera donde estar."
"Es que amar en soledad es como un pozo sin fondo donde no existe ni dios, donde no existen verdades."
"A la primera persona que no me quiera juzgar, pienso entregarle caricias que yo tenia guardadas."
(Alejandro's voice adds to the melancholy felt throughout this song. Seriously... "If you're not the person of my dreams, what am I going to do? Nothing." Good stuff for those disillusioned by love... who just say "Fuck it. First person who comes around and shows me that life will be OK, will be the person I give my love to. No more of this daydreaming nonsense!")
A Ti – Ricardo Arjona
"A ti que juegas a ganarme aunque sabes bien que lo eh perdido todo."
"A ti, te estoy hablando a ti aunque te valga madre lo que estoy diciendo."
"A ti, que por despecho estas pensando hasta con los pies. A ti que me dejaste solo, incluso, cuando estabas en mi compañía."
"A ti que te gusta ir de mártir repartiendo culpas que son solo tuyas."
('cause we all have that "martyr" of an ex who actually... pretty much sucked the life out of you. Plus... this man throws puns around like he would pennies. Fantastic!)
*Ahora Quien – Marc Anthony
"¿Ahora quien?, si no soy yo. Me miro y lloro en el espejo, y me siento estupido, ilógico... Y luego te imagino, toda, regalando el olor de tu piel, tus besos, tu sonrisa eterna, y hasta el alma en un beso, en un beso va el alma, y en mi alma esta el beso que pudo ser."
(Best lyrics he has ever created. This song is so raw... imagining a man crying and feeling stupid as he stands in front of a mirror even makes me want to cry. Song's about a man whose girlfriend/wife has moved on, and now, he is pained by imagining his loved one being loved by another man. Powerful stuff)
Acá Entre Nos - Banda El Recodo
"Les platique que me encontré con otro amor, y que en sus brazos fui dejando de quererte.
Que te aborrezco desde el día de tu traición. Y que hay momentos que he deseado hasta tu muerte."
"Acá entre nos, quiero que sepas la verdad:
No te he dejado de adorar. Allá en mi triste soledad me han dado ganas de gritar, salir corriendo, y preguntar que es lo que ha sido de tu vida."
"Acá entre nos, siempre te voy a recordar. Y hoy que a mi lado ya no estas, no queda mas confesar que ya no puedo soportar, que estoy odiando sin odiar, porque respiro por la herida."
(Awesome song to get wasted to in case a significant other ever did you wrong. You make others believe you're over him/her, that you even hate the bastard/bitch, but it's all an act. Deep down inside, you just want to run back to them. Hell. Yes. Mexican machos at their best)
*Esta Tristeza Mía – El Coyote de Sinaloa
"Esta tristeza mía, este dolor tan grande, los llevo muy profundos, pues me han dejado solo en el mundo."
"Ya ni llorar es bueno, cuando no hay esperanza. Ya ni el vino mitiga las penas amargas que a mi me matan."
"Yo no se que será de mi suerte, que de mi no se acuerda ni Dios."
(This big man's voice makes me cry... especially when there's a slight buzz going on... and often, I'll bust into song when I hear it at weddings, sweet 15's, baptisms, etc. Anyway, it's particularly sad because he's crying over how lonely he is... at one point mentioning that not even God thinks of him :( Sad thought )
Besando La Cruz - ??
"¿De que sirve querer con todo el corazón? ¿De que sirve cumplir el deber, respetando un amor?"
"Para mi solo eras tú, no hubo nadie jamás. Eras todo para mi, y besando la cruz te lo puedo jurar."
"Eras el sol, y eras la luz, que me alumbro. Oscuridad hoy eres tú por tu traición."
"Me voy lejos de aquí, donde pueda olvidar. ¿De que sirve llorar, si tu amor ya perdi, y no en cuentro la paz?"
(I have no clue who sings this... but... it's depressing. Another disillusioned soul who laments a cheating bitch. He's upset he was stupid enough to love someone with all his heart, and remain faithful, while she--his sun, his light-- cheated on him and left him in the dark. Don't we all, buddy?)
**Mi Destino Fue Quererte - Flor Silvestre
"¡Ay! que suerte tan negra y tirana es la mía al haberte encontrado a mi paso una vez. Tan feliz y contenta que sin ti vivía, cuando yo ni siquiera en tu nombre soñé."
"Hasta que una mañana fatal de mi vida el destino te enviara mi suerte a cambiar. Al instante sentí que tu imagen querida ya jamás de mi mente se habría de borrar."
"Tiempo aquél tan alegre de mi primavera, cuando ni una tristeza mi dicha turbó.
Cuántos años pasaron, cual dulce quimera, cuando ni un desengaño mi vida pasó."
"Que destino fatal me persigue y me guía, y encamina mi senda a donde hallé el dolor. Si el amarte es tan sólo continua agonía, yo maldigo a la vida, maldigo el amor."
"Yo no sé qué misterio se encierra en tu vida, que jamás he podido tu amor comprender.
Yo ya tengo mi fe y mi esperanza perdida, aunque jures mil veces que me has de querer."
"¿Para qué me creí de tus besos de fuego? ¿Para qué me creí de tus besos de amor?
Si en tus labios me diste el veneno malevo, yo maldigo mi suerte y maldigo tu amor."
(Dude! Where to begin! This one... it's... whoa. Poor girl makes you so damn sad! And it makes you want to go out and kill the bastard who upset her so much. Bascially, she's retelling how her life was so happy and innocent in the past, until she met the lying bastard who managed to get so deep in her heart... then plays her. Now she's damning love, and life itself, for having such horrible luck of bumping into this one douche who messed her up good)
*Algo De Mi - Camilo Sesto
"Mi voz se quiebra cuando te llamo, y tu nombre se vuelve hiedra... que me abraza, y entre sus ramas ella esconde mi tristeza."
"Algo de mi, algo de mi, algo de mi se va muriendo. ¡Quiero vivir! ¡Quiero vivir! Saber porque te vas, amor."
(... He makes me sad. Basically, this man gets left by his chick... so he feels like part of him is dying... yet he wants to live. It's so sad to me... I just imagine a dude who is slowly dying while saying "But I want to live!!!" Life's not fair.)
*Te Sigo Amando – Juan Gabriel (Roció Durcal’s version is wonderful as well)
"Que seas muy feliz, estés donde estés cariño. No me importa que ya no vuelvas jamás conmigo."
"Deseo, mi amor, que sepas también que te amo. Que no te olvide, que nunca podré… te extraño..."
"Que seas muy feliz, que encuentres amor, mi vida. Que nunca mi amor, te digan adiós un día."
"Perdóname mi amor por todo el tiempo que te ame te hice daño.... te amé de mas y fue mi error; que soledad, estoy sin ti, lo estoy pagando."
"Que seas muy feliz, que seas muy feliz… mientras que yo te sigo amando..."
(Person admits fault in the deterioration of the relationship: He/she loved his/her partner too much and that was just... suffocating. Now that they're broken up, the person only wishes his/her significant other all these wonderful things... but he/she will still love him/her. That's what gets me the most, 'cause... I'm very much like that, much to my disgust [I'm a well-wisher, not the suffocating partner]. Musical arrangement is beautiful as well, especially Roció Durcal's version)
Almohada - José José
"Amor como el nuestro no hay dos en la vida. Por mas que se busque, por mas que se esconda."
"Por eso te quiero, por eso te adoro. Eres en mi vida todo mi tesoro."
"A veces regreso borracho de angustia. Te lleno de besos y caricias mustias, pero estas dormida…no sientes caricias. Te abrazo a mi pecho, me duermo contigo… mas luego despierto… tu no estas conmigo, solo esta mi almohada."
"A veces te miro callada y ausente, y sufro en silencio como tanta gente."
"Quisiera gritarte que ¡vuelvas conmigo! Que si aun estoy vivo, solo es para amarte."
"Pero todo pasa… y a los sufrimientos, como a las palabras, se las lleva el viento."
(I picture a drunken man walking in on his sleeping wife. In his drunken stupor, he thinks he's kissing her and whatnot, then he wakes up to realize she's not there... he was only making out with his pillow. Poor broken man. Supposedly it's about a couple, where the female is so docile and submissive, that she eventually turns cold and abandons the lovesick man.
I still think she leaves him for being a drunk. Nonetheless, it teaches you the plight of a man whose wife is a tad bit too submissive... I should probably take this as a cautionary tale of my future. Watch yo self, AnoMALIE... don't be submissive enough to make your future man caress and make-out with his pillow that he mistakes for your cold, heartless body!)
Ten songs to Part I should suffice.
Part II will come eventually.
"Give me a list of the saddest Spanish music ever!"
You sure, buddy?
'cause... uh... Spanish musicians really know how to cut you deep when they're bummin'.
But I guess... since it's Valentine's and everything... and my earlier post was so angry, I'll post part one of my... maybe 8 parts of:
"List of SAD Spanish songs"
(in somewhat-alphabetical order. The better part of the lyrics are shown. Bold italics are lines that cut ME pretty deep. Might not happen to you, but dude, I read that and it makes me weep inside regardless of how jubilant I may be at that moment. I also add a little shpeel on why I dig the song. Starred titles are especially recommended)
*A La Primera Persona- Alejandro Sanz
"A la primera persona que me ayude a comprender, pienso entregarle mi tiempo, pienso entregarle mi fe.
Yo no pido que las cosas me salgan siempre bien, pero es que ya estoy harto de perderte sin querer."
"A la primera persona que me ayude a salir de este infierno en el que yo mismo decidí vivir,
Le regalo cualquier tarde para los dos,"
"A la primera persona que me ayude a sentir otra vez, pienso entregarle mi vida, pienso entregarle mi fe. Aunque si no eres la persona que soñaba para mi ¿que voy hacer? Nada."
"Aunque lo diga la gente, yo no lo quiero escuchar. No hay mas miedo que el que se siente cuando ya no sientes nada."
"A la primera persona que me ayude a caminar, pienso entregarle mi tiempo, pienso entregarle hasta el mar."
"Yo no digo que sea fácil niña, pero ahora mismo ya no tengo ni siquiera donde estar."
"Es que amar en soledad es como un pozo sin fondo donde no existe ni dios, donde no existen verdades."
"A la primera persona que no me quiera juzgar, pienso entregarle caricias que yo tenia guardadas."
(Alejandro's voice adds to the melancholy felt throughout this song. Seriously... "If you're not the person of my dreams, what am I going to do? Nothing." Good stuff for those disillusioned by love... who just say "Fuck it. First person who comes around and shows me that life will be OK, will be the person I give my love to. No more of this daydreaming nonsense!")
A Ti – Ricardo Arjona
"A ti que juegas a ganarme aunque sabes bien que lo eh perdido todo."
"A ti, te estoy hablando a ti aunque te valga madre lo que estoy diciendo."
"A ti, que por despecho estas pensando hasta con los pies. A ti que me dejaste solo, incluso, cuando estabas en mi compañía."
"A ti que te gusta ir de mártir repartiendo culpas que son solo tuyas."
('cause we all have that "martyr" of an ex who actually... pretty much sucked the life out of you. Plus... this man throws puns around like he would pennies. Fantastic!)
*Ahora Quien – Marc Anthony
"¿Ahora quien?, si no soy yo. Me miro y lloro en el espejo, y me siento estupido, ilógico... Y luego te imagino, toda, regalando el olor de tu piel, tus besos, tu sonrisa eterna, y hasta el alma en un beso, en un beso va el alma, y en mi alma esta el beso que pudo ser."
(Best lyrics he has ever created. This song is so raw... imagining a man crying and feeling stupid as he stands in front of a mirror even makes me want to cry. Song's about a man whose girlfriend/wife has moved on, and now, he is pained by imagining his loved one being loved by another man. Powerful stuff)
Acá Entre Nos - Banda El Recodo
"Les platique que me encontré con otro amor, y que en sus brazos fui dejando de quererte.
Que te aborrezco desde el día de tu traición. Y que hay momentos que he deseado hasta tu muerte."
"Acá entre nos, quiero que sepas la verdad:
No te he dejado de adorar. Allá en mi triste soledad me han dado ganas de gritar, salir corriendo, y preguntar que es lo que ha sido de tu vida."
"Acá entre nos, siempre te voy a recordar. Y hoy que a mi lado ya no estas, no queda mas confesar que ya no puedo soportar, que estoy odiando sin odiar, porque respiro por la herida."
(Awesome song to get wasted to in case a significant other ever did you wrong. You make others believe you're over him/her, that you even hate the bastard/bitch, but it's all an act. Deep down inside, you just want to run back to them. Hell. Yes. Mexican machos at their best)
*Esta Tristeza Mía – El Coyote de Sinaloa
"Esta tristeza mía, este dolor tan grande, los llevo muy profundos, pues me han dejado solo en el mundo."
"Ya ni llorar es bueno, cuando no hay esperanza. Ya ni el vino mitiga las penas amargas que a mi me matan."
"Yo no se que será de mi suerte, que de mi no se acuerda ni Dios."
(This big man's voice makes me cry... especially when there's a slight buzz going on... and often, I'll bust into song when I hear it at weddings, sweet 15's, baptisms, etc. Anyway, it's particularly sad because he's crying over how lonely he is... at one point mentioning that not even God thinks of him :( Sad thought )
Besando La Cruz - ??
"¿De que sirve querer con todo el corazón? ¿De que sirve cumplir el deber, respetando un amor?"
"Para mi solo eras tú, no hubo nadie jamás. Eras todo para mi, y besando la cruz te lo puedo jurar."
"Eras el sol, y eras la luz, que me alumbro. Oscuridad hoy eres tú por tu traición."
"Me voy lejos de aquí, donde pueda olvidar. ¿De que sirve llorar, si tu amor ya perdi, y no en cuentro la paz?"
(I have no clue who sings this... but... it's depressing. Another disillusioned soul who laments a cheating bitch. He's upset he was stupid enough to love someone with all his heart, and remain faithful, while she--his sun, his light-- cheated on him and left him in the dark. Don't we all, buddy?)
**Mi Destino Fue Quererte - Flor Silvestre
"¡Ay! que suerte tan negra y tirana es la mía al haberte encontrado a mi paso una vez. Tan feliz y contenta que sin ti vivía, cuando yo ni siquiera en tu nombre soñé."
"Hasta que una mañana fatal de mi vida el destino te enviara mi suerte a cambiar. Al instante sentí que tu imagen querida ya jamás de mi mente se habría de borrar."
"Tiempo aquél tan alegre de mi primavera, cuando ni una tristeza mi dicha turbó.
Cuántos años pasaron, cual dulce quimera, cuando ni un desengaño mi vida pasó."
"Que destino fatal me persigue y me guía, y encamina mi senda a donde hallé el dolor. Si el amarte es tan sólo continua agonía, yo maldigo a la vida, maldigo el amor."
"Yo no sé qué misterio se encierra en tu vida, que jamás he podido tu amor comprender.
Yo ya tengo mi fe y mi esperanza perdida, aunque jures mil veces que me has de querer."
"¿Para qué me creí de tus besos de fuego? ¿Para qué me creí de tus besos de amor?
Si en tus labios me diste el veneno malevo, yo maldigo mi suerte y maldigo tu amor."
(Dude! Where to begin! This one... it's... whoa. Poor girl makes you so damn sad! And it makes you want to go out and kill the bastard who upset her so much. Bascially, she's retelling how her life was so happy and innocent in the past, until she met the lying bastard who managed to get so deep in her heart... then plays her. Now she's damning love, and life itself, for having such horrible luck of bumping into this one douche who messed her up good)
*Algo De Mi - Camilo Sesto
"Mi voz se quiebra cuando te llamo, y tu nombre se vuelve hiedra... que me abraza, y entre sus ramas ella esconde mi tristeza."
"Algo de mi, algo de mi, algo de mi se va muriendo. ¡Quiero vivir! ¡Quiero vivir! Saber porque te vas, amor."
(... He makes me sad. Basically, this man gets left by his chick... so he feels like part of him is dying... yet he wants to live. It's so sad to me... I just imagine a dude who is slowly dying while saying "But I want to live!!!" Life's not fair.)
*Te Sigo Amando – Juan Gabriel (Roció Durcal’s version is wonderful as well)
"Que seas muy feliz, estés donde estés cariño. No me importa que ya no vuelvas jamás conmigo."
"Deseo, mi amor, que sepas también que te amo. Que no te olvide, que nunca podré… te extraño..."
"Que seas muy feliz, que encuentres amor, mi vida. Que nunca mi amor, te digan adiós un día."
"Perdóname mi amor por todo el tiempo que te ame te hice daño.... te amé de mas y fue mi error; que soledad, estoy sin ti, lo estoy pagando."
"Que seas muy feliz, que seas muy feliz… mientras que yo te sigo amando..."
(Person admits fault in the deterioration of the relationship: He/she loved his/her partner too much and that was just... suffocating. Now that they're broken up, the person only wishes his/her significant other all these wonderful things... but he/she will still love him/her. That's what gets me the most, 'cause... I'm very much like that, much to my disgust [I'm a well-wisher, not the suffocating partner]. Musical arrangement is beautiful as well, especially Roció Durcal's version)
Almohada - José José
"Amor como el nuestro no hay dos en la vida. Por mas que se busque, por mas que se esconda."
"Por eso te quiero, por eso te adoro. Eres en mi vida todo mi tesoro."
"A veces regreso borracho de angustia. Te lleno de besos y caricias mustias, pero estas dormida…no sientes caricias. Te abrazo a mi pecho, me duermo contigo… mas luego despierto… tu no estas conmigo, solo esta mi almohada."
"A veces te miro callada y ausente, y sufro en silencio como tanta gente."
"Quisiera gritarte que ¡vuelvas conmigo! Que si aun estoy vivo, solo es para amarte."
"Pero todo pasa… y a los sufrimientos, como a las palabras, se las lleva el viento."
(I picture a drunken man walking in on his sleeping wife. In his drunken stupor, he thinks he's kissing her and whatnot, then he wakes up to realize she's not there... he was only making out with his pillow. Poor broken man. Supposedly it's about a couple, where the female is so docile and submissive, that she eventually turns cold and abandons the lovesick man.
I still think she leaves him for being a drunk. Nonetheless, it teaches you the plight of a man whose wife is a tad bit too submissive... I should probably take this as a cautionary tale of my future. Watch yo self, AnoMALIE... don't be submissive enough to make your future man caress and make-out with his pillow that he mistakes for your cold, heartless body!)
Ten songs to Part I should suffice.
Part II will come eventually.
Hey AnoMALIE!
How do you feel about not having electricity for 12 hours?
How do you feel about having such retarded-ass cousins?
How do you feel about it being Valentines day?
First off, the electricity thing... that was... interesting. Make do with what you got... good thing I'm such a candle fanatic.
Drawing under candle-light's kind of fun... since anything else under candle-light is pretty lame.
Second,
I hereby divorce myself from such a fucking imbecilic paternal side of the family.
They're stupid ass motherfuckers that... have no fucking brain whatsoever... they talk out of their ass... then get my siblings and I in trouble. They wait for one of us to trip so they can be quick to pounce. Not cool... especially since we supposedly share blood (they ain't got any! And if they do... they think it's that damn Horseshoe Crab "blue blood").
Fucking idiots.... who, I don't give a shit that they're 2 IQ points away from being considered retarded, I want nothing to do with anymore.
Myspace is called "A place for friends," and I have it on private for a goddamn reason. I DO NOT want my parents seeing it... hearing about it... and much less YOUR parents seeing or hearing about it.
FUCK. YOU.
Third,
I got nothing.
Valentine's Day is kinda fun... especially when you have a "hot date" and I've told off Obnoious Guy.
Pretty cool.
(Plus, this day brings back some awesome childhood memories of those cool Valentine's Day class parties.... where I was pretty damn popular... and all we did was eat red/pink/heart-shaped sugar-containing stuff.)
How do you feel about having such retarded-ass cousins?
How do you feel about it being Valentines day?
Are you fucking shitting me??
First off, the electricity thing... that was... interesting. Make do with what you got... good thing I'm such a candle fanatic.
Drawing under candle-light's kind of fun... since anything else under candle-light is pretty lame.
Second,
I hereby divorce myself from such a fucking imbecilic paternal side of the family.
They're stupid ass motherfuckers that... have no fucking brain whatsoever... they talk out of their ass... then get my siblings and I in trouble. They wait for one of us to trip so they can be quick to pounce. Not cool... especially since we supposedly share blood (they ain't got any! And if they do... they think it's that damn Horseshoe Crab "blue blood").
Fucking idiots.... who, I don't give a shit that they're 2 IQ points away from being considered retarded, I want nothing to do with anymore.
Myspace is called "A place for friends," and I have it on private for a goddamn reason. I DO NOT want my parents seeing it... hearing about it... and much less YOUR parents seeing or hearing about it.
FUCK. YOU.
Third,
I got nothing.
Valentine's Day is kinda fun... especially when you have a "hot date" and I've told off Obnoious Guy.
Pretty cool.
(Plus, this day brings back some awesome childhood memories of those cool Valentine's Day class parties.... where I was pretty damn popular... and all we did was eat red/pink/heart-shaped sugar-containing stuff.)
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Mi Boca
Of all the powers in the world, I was given one of the lamest.
What is my power?
I make people lust after whatever I put in my mouth.
Haha.
No, seriously.
Instead of serving as a cautionary tale to people ("Do you wanna end up looking like this?! Well, then don't eat the garbage she's eating!!"), I tend to make people crave whatever it is that I'm eating.
Not only does the CPK story serve as a good example, but today, I was given more proof of this ability of mine.
I went to work with Mom because Bambi had to go get an oil check/15k mile service/poly-whatever-it-is-that-makes-her-pretty-and-shiny.
Well, as we waited for the dealership to finish up with Bambi, I sat at work watching a couple of lame-o Mexican soap operas with Mom (we call this "working").
I first opened a small bag of regular chips... and grabbed one of the many ketchup packets we keep near the coffee jar (bus drivers are strange... they know how to use the left-over fast-food ketchup packets on God knows what). While I'm not much of a ketchup fan, I really do like eating regular chips with a streak of ketchup on top (it's soooo good!).
Anyway, this one bus driver walked in, grabbed a water bottle, and as he was paying, looked over at me. Right when he was going to leave, he reached over for some chips and paid for them... then he grabbed a ketchup packet (HA-HA! I told you! He'll be eternally grateful to me after he has that first chip).
Ok... maybe it's just... luck... or maybe he was really, really hungry.
Then came this one lady who was buying cigarettes.
By this time, I was eating a "Bit-O-Honey" while complaining of Marlene Favela's inability to act ("Duuuude! Why must the ONE chick from the same place in Mexico as us be such a crappy actress! Look at that! What a monotone! She only gets jobs because of her boobs! Nobody cares what you sound like anymore!").
The lady asked for a packet of... I think she wanted Kools. She looked around (because what was going on the screen was a graphic make-out session between Monotone Favela and some old man who thinks he's still sexy) then went straight for a pack of Bit-O-Honey.
Victima numero dos!
I had been sitting around work since 2 in the afternoon... by 4 PM I was irritable (you try hanging out at a gas station--for buses, so I guess it's a diesel station-- for more than thirty minutes!).
I asked mom for a packet of M&M's and made myself comfortable with the two seats Mom has located in front of the television (a bar stool and a small "futuristic" chair that makes you relax real nice when you lean back). A little like this:
While I sometimes felt embarrassed when the younger bus drivers walked in to see me splayed out like that... sometimes with my arms over my head like some stripper... I didn't move from my position.
Well, the one bus driver I'm a little fond of--he makes me laugh, ok?-- walked in.
He joked a little about me sitting the way that I was, talked about his day at court, then he grabbed a soda.
"Ok... ok! You convinced me... I'll have some of those," he said.
Wha... ??
"You know, you have a real sales person sitting right there," he told Mom as he pointed at me.
Mom got him a pack of M&M's and I gave him a thumbs up.
What ever will I do with this newly-discovered power of mine?
P.S. Fuck, I have some fucking retarded relatives! TravelinDin... ummm... Dad is adamant about seeing your Spain pictures. Why? Because idiot Sin Tia told him to "Just go to Mai-Espeis and you'll see her pictures."
Umm... it's advisable to change the captions to some of those pictures... i.e. "I think we were drunk." You know... just a suggestion... since he's all... hardcore fundamentalist Christian right now.
X(
Also... that one picture of your nose ring...
For some reason... I think la pendeja de Sin Tia told Dad you were either 1) partying too hard or 2) got a nose ring...
Either way... I'm trying my hardest to give him excuses of why I can't see your pictures...
So... umm... change your shit 'cause I can only hold him off for so long... and he's starting to grow increasingly disgruntled.
Uh-oh...
What is my power?
I make people lust after whatever I put in my mouth.
Haha.
No, seriously.
Instead of serving as a cautionary tale to people ("Do you wanna end up looking like this?! Well, then don't eat the garbage she's eating!!"), I tend to make people crave whatever it is that I'm eating.
Not only does the CPK story serve as a good example, but today, I was given more proof of this ability of mine.
I went to work with Mom because Bambi had to go get an oil check/15k mile service/poly-whatever-it-is-that-makes-her-pretty-and-shiny.
Well, as we waited for the dealership to finish up with Bambi, I sat at work watching a couple of lame-o Mexican soap operas with Mom (we call this "working").
I first opened a small bag of regular chips... and grabbed one of the many ketchup packets we keep near the coffee jar (bus drivers are strange... they know how to use the left-over fast-food ketchup packets on God knows what). While I'm not much of a ketchup fan, I really do like eating regular chips with a streak of ketchup on top (it's soooo good!).
Anyway, this one bus driver walked in, grabbed a water bottle, and as he was paying, looked over at me. Right when he was going to leave, he reached over for some chips and paid for them... then he grabbed a ketchup packet (HA-HA! I told you! He'll be eternally grateful to me after he has that first chip).
Ok... maybe it's just... luck... or maybe he was really, really hungry.
Then came this one lady who was buying cigarettes.
By this time, I was eating a "Bit-O-Honey" while complaining of Marlene Favela's inability to act ("Duuuude! Why must the ONE chick from the same place in Mexico as us be such a crappy actress! Look at that! What a monotone! She only gets jobs because of her boobs! Nobody cares what you sound like anymore!").
The lady asked for a packet of... I think she wanted Kools. She looked around (because what was going on the screen was a graphic make-out session between Monotone Favela and some old man who thinks he's still sexy) then went straight for a pack of Bit-O-Honey.
Victima numero dos!
I had been sitting around work since 2 in the afternoon... by 4 PM I was irritable (you try hanging out at a gas station--for buses, so I guess it's a diesel station-- for more than thirty minutes!).
I asked mom for a packet of M&M's and made myself comfortable with the two seats Mom has located in front of the television (a bar stool and a small "futuristic" chair that makes you relax real nice when you lean back). A little like this:
While I sometimes felt embarrassed when the younger bus drivers walked in to see me splayed out like that... sometimes with my arms over my head like some stripper... I didn't move from my position.
Well, the one bus driver I'm a little fond of--he makes me laugh, ok?-- walked in.
He joked a little about me sitting the way that I was, talked about his day at court, then he grabbed a soda.
"Ok... ok! You convinced me... I'll have some of those," he said.
Wha... ??
"You know, you have a real sales person sitting right there," he told Mom as he pointed at me.
Mom got him a pack of M&M's and I gave him a thumbs up.
What ever will I do with this newly-discovered power of mine?
P.S. Fuck, I have some fucking retarded relatives! TravelinDin... ummm... Dad is adamant about seeing your Spain pictures. Why? Because idiot Sin Tia told him to "Just go to Mai-Espeis and you'll see her pictures."
Umm... it's advisable to change the captions to some of those pictures... i.e. "I think we were drunk." You know... just a suggestion... since he's all... hardcore fundamentalist Christian right now.
X(
Also... that one picture of your nose ring...
For some reason... I think la pendeja de Sin Tia told Dad you were either 1) partying too hard or 2) got a nose ring...
Either way... I'm trying my hardest to give him excuses of why I can't see your pictures...
So... umm... change your shit 'cause I can only hold him off for so long... and he's starting to grow increasingly disgruntled.
Uh-oh...
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Cilantro, pero no tanto!
Me: When are you coming back?
TravelinDin: May 12th... but tell my mom I'm coming back on the 19th because I'm gonna go visit *Mexiguan* for a few days.
Me: Maybe I should just stay with you until then?
TravelinDin: Wouldn't that defeat the purpose of me coming here? j/k
I love you too, punk.
(Watch, I'll tell Ferrell [sp??] and Unzzel embarrassing stories about you, just to get even. Like... hmm... maybe about the one time you got that comb stuck in your hair... or when you dropped that Slurpee back in the day... or maybe I should talk about your issue with rainy days back in 2nd grade. Just kidding, just kidding!)
Monday, February 11, 2008
Hooray for Homesickness
Mom: AnoMALIE says TravelinDin misses us... and that she's excited AnoMALIE's coming over.
Dad: Really?
Mom: Yeah, she says she gets bummed out when she sees family members because she hates saying goodbye...
Dad: Well, what are we waiting for? Let's make AnoMALIE stay there until TravelinDin has to come back!
Man... fantastic idea!
Can I get a "Hell yeah!"?
I'm sure TravelinDin's roommates wouldn't be too fond of the idea...
Plus... I can only abandon my gym for so long (I think I have a problem. While I'm far from being a gym rat, I get a little panic stricken thinking that I'll leave the place for more than a week. Sheesh).
Dad: Really?
Mom: Yeah, she says she gets bummed out when she sees family members because she hates saying goodbye...
Dad: Well, what are we waiting for? Let's make AnoMALIE stay there until TravelinDin has to come back!
Man... fantastic idea!
Can I get a "Hell yeah!"?
I'm sure TravelinDin's roommates wouldn't be too fond of the idea...
Plus... I can only abandon my gym for so long (I think I have a problem. While I'm far from being a gym rat, I get a little panic stricken thinking that I'll leave the place for more than a week. Sheesh).