this time its war! bluff war! darnit i need more tsips!!!
the fellas at mines view, dodging tourists and dick-whippin horses
the good sheep from the good shepherd, he said he plans to buy the whole store next time
bryan the roadkill, baguio pedicabman jailed
carl the sacrificed soul, good harvest ensured
oh the irony of it all yesterday ended last night, so we’re not exaggerating it
bino the paintball monster, ian and john the airsoft players got their ass kicked!
so the baguio weekend pushed thru. thanks to nhay and her relatives for letting us goons stay at their cozy cozy place. sorry nasira ko yung gate nyo malas lang talaga hehe. at least this time ndi buto sa paa ang nasira ko damn… the singing, the fhay pulutan, the poker-til-morning, the bluffers, the spagg, the tearjerkin bday surprise, the never ending redhorse, bino’s jack daniels, nina’s amarula (ay, si bino rin daw bumili nun hehe), the crazy backseat heads, manong F1 van driver, the morning sun, the evening chill, the talks under the north star, carl’s thong exposed, the ironies, the gorilla gin-beer-pineapple-sprite blasts, carl’s gin-dalandan shots, the inflight lame-ass jokes, the tooth shaped dices, the poker losers, the poker winners, the piggybackrider, the tsampyon tsapsuy, the stressed out palengke blues, the ukay raid, ian de galantes, bino and john de widrawaleros, boomer the giant labrador, tsuwawa the mother dog, the paintball blunders, strawberry ice cream, the fake spam, the no sleeping rule, the snoring contest and more and more and more…. it was one crazy and strange weekend
the fascist screams, still won’t accept defeat,
but her nation is gone, down to its feet. her land was proud, her army held ground,
but sometimes in war, even the mightiest burned.
now she resorts on using,
what this third-world country used to hate clueless conscripts, fueled by her colluding grace
’cause she can’t accept, she was not the superior race
but what she needs to know,
only battles were won and lost, and a new era has began.
and that every strategic fight in the past, wont matter now to the general’s son.
for the war wounds of the past will only be felt,
by the army that believed she would never bend.
she can raise the battle cry, but nobody will listen,
for the new people has finally found peace in the land.
the fascist screams, still she won’t accept defeat,
that as high and proud as she was, she can’t believe her flag was pulled down in one beat, forgotten by the revolution that she looks down to as she spits.
**lyrics by the gorilla jumper
**music by the man-eating gorilla
just when you wanna dry up,
its the rain breathing on your side.
just like jupiter’s moons got shot,
you wanna leave but you just cant fly.
just another sunday drive,
these trees are waving smiling slight.
and just as your mind starts to lie,
you wanna breathe but you can only sigh.
but nothing is like everything
but everything is just like nothing
so its alright, just like this thing…
’cause sometimes!
the wrong things in life…
are the ones that feel so right, so right.
’cause some days!
the best times in life…
are your split seconds without headlights.
just when we think its real,
blood comes rushing to wash the paint.
and just like how we said our prayers,
you and i know we both lost our names.
but nothing is like everything
but everything is just like nothing
so its alright, just like today…
’cause sometimes!
the wrong things in life…
are the ones that feel so right, so right.
’cause some days!
the best times in life…
are your split seconds without headlights.
’cause sometimes…
the sweetest thing in your sight…
is just there because you’ve lost your eyes.
contestant #8:
you know what reverend, if there’s one thing i really don’t understand about us people, its the funny irony of giving too much time and effort on the things we say we hate. may it be other people, other ideas etc…
dya remember the i-hate-boy/girl-bands era in the late 90’s and early 2000’s? people were running up to the hills just so they wont get identified with the bubble-gum-poppin kitties and the new batch of NKOTB cutties. we’d hear stuff like “i hate them lame-ass boy groups, singin like fags on a sunday morning, i hate that shit, i hate it!!!” and heads came riding the bandwagon, even the cats that havent even heard a single track from any of them groups joined in. idunno, maybe at that time it was the “in” thing hehe.
i guess my point is, i mean, seriously, hahaha, d’we really waste time on things we say ARE waste of our time? things that we say are crap and dont have any worth? i think it cancels the logic on that shit. if its shit, then why in noah’s name are we breakin our neck about it? so we listen to judas priest or 50 cent or nirvana and we say its the real music, its the right music that people should be listening to, cmon, do we really think it matters to them pop-lovin kids what we got on our ipod?
i think maybe we just want to feel good about ourselves. that we know better. that we ARE better than these people and the wack music theyre digging. its kinda like a defense mechanism. we’d say negative stuff about something even when people aint askin just so we’d have something to hold on to. something to justify why we’re here now listening to our old records and screaming from the top of our lungs that vinyl is still the real deal. but aint nobody listenin, just us and the people who are also stuck in the confined circle-of-heads reality. and also sometimes, this is funny as shit, we once liked listening to them pop acts.
what d’ya think reverend, am i making any sense here? you know its not only about music…
reverend jeo:
my sister bought backstreetboys first EP back in the days, and she played it like the CIA’s mindcontrolin my head. i think i still remember every line of every track…
contestant #8:
you know, for a reverend, i dont really like you…
malas lang talaga hehe. at least this time ndi buto sa paa ang nasira ko 
damn… the singing, the fhay pulutan, the poker-til-morning, the bluffers, the spagg, the tearjerkin bday surprise, the never ending redhorse, bino’s jack daniels, nina’s amarula (ay, si bino rin daw bumili nun hehe), the crazy backseat heads, manong F1 van driver, the morning sun, the evening chill, the talks under the north star, carl’s thong exposed, the ironies, the gorilla gin-beer-pineapple-sprite blasts, carl’s gin-dalandan shots, the inflight lame-ass jokes, the tooth shaped dices, the poker losers, the poker winners, the piggybackrider, the tsampyon tsapsuy, the stressed out palengke blues, the ukay raid, ian de galantes, bino and john de widrawaleros, boomer the giant labrador, tsuwawa the mother dog, the paintball blunders, strawberry ice cream, the fake spam, the no sleeping rule, the snoring contest and more and more and more…. it was one crazy and strange weekend 
