





so. yeah. right. no parking's (it's a band. band. band.) been recording mrt (no parking's newest single) for the longest time now. say uh, 7 non-consecutive days and well, nine years. haha. *kidding. anyway, the house is well decorated with a whopping drum set, three guitars, two amplifiers and some karaoke shit (i'm not sure about the last one). drop in a couple of drum sticks and a lot lot lot of cords! yeah, if those were snakes, well you know what's next. the sessions are great.
they're almost done. (or not. haha) the house is a mess, uh my macbook's thrashed, and i'm on an LSS for more than two weeks now of the same song. great. but nonetheless, i like the atmosphere of music in this house. yeah, it's almost really deafening when ate and i review. there's nothing to hear.
moving on, here's your preview of the song. it's really good.
MRT
J. F. Y. Belotindos,
music. A. A. A. Alegre / J. F. Y. Belotindos, lyrics.
No Parking, arrangements.
Finished: 20 December 2005.
Edited: 14 January 2007,
14 November 2007.
I.
I think I'll pay a hundred bucks to let them fool me that a card with a hole is the ticket to my dreams.
II.
And it's not okay 'cause every time I try to break the routine, don't know where to begin, and I don't even know where I'm going.
PRE-CHORUS.
Same directions, and destinations; but tonight I will depart here.
CHORUS.
This train won't take me anywhere, only to circles that won't end. It pulls me down to where I'm seated and sends me back to where I started. This train can take me anywhere to all those places I don't care. 'Cause when you're here seated beside me, I know that you can take me everywhere, anyway.
INTERLUDE.
III.
Then you came in your plainest of jeans and the color of green that matches your skin and I know… I have seen you
IV.
everyday; but today's not the same 'cause you're walking with him and you're talking to him. Well, you know each other well.
PRE-CHORUS ii.
A new direction, and uncharted regions; you took my reasons to ride here.
CHORUS.
BRIDGE.
But it’s cold and I wish to hold you but I won’t; for your arms and your heart, they all have a different home. And I know I don't have the luxury of time. In a while, we'll be approaching all the lights of Ayala Station. It’s goodbye.
AD-LIB.
CODA.
We're stations away; but the bliss that you bring when you're boarding this train is more than the pain that I feel when I see you… a stranger again, again and again, again and again and again in this train.
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