Something from me to you

Never mind the bad times
That we’ve gone through
It’s all in the past
Let’s just make
The best of the blue skies
And the bright sun shining
Right above our heads
Your hands clinging to my arms
I’m so happy I could die
Because you’re here by my side
And I know you’re confused
At this moment in time
But I guess the world
Could get cruel sometimes
So just lean on me
And I’ll give you that nudge
Don’t you know that?
I find you sexy in a Meg Ryan
Kind of way and the way that we talk
Reminds me of You’ve Got Mail
Where I’ll be Joe Fox
And you will be Kathleen Kelly
And I’ll find you in your wizard hat
With a wand in your hand
Reading Jules Verne to the kids
On the floor mat down
At your place called
The Shop Around the Corner
That’s where I’ll see you
With your smile
That’s embedded in my heart
Oh don’t you know that
I was lonely as hell
But you came and I fell
In love with you
And all that you do
The sight of you
Pulls me into the blue
That’s where I’ll call out
Your name on
The top of my lungs
As I stand here drenched
In the rain starring at
The cracks of lightning
That illuminates the dark
Night sky like Chinese fireworks
On New Year’s Eve

 

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>words

> a song that you’d someday hear on your answering machine

i’m sitting here right beside the phone but there’s no ring at all no there’s no ring at all tried to leave a song in your machine but there’s no room at all there’s no room at all you know that i’d do anything just to hear your voice gain i’d even sing a song or two just to hear you say…”i love you””i need you””i want you…””…here by my side”i’m dialing your number on the phone stabbing at the digits as i gory fingertips tangles on the cord and it seems like the plunger always gets the best of me…you know that i’d do anything just to hear your voice gain i’d even sing a song or two just to hear you say…”i love you””i need you””i want you…””…here by my side”

a sweet silent requiem

in every single letter that i type in here reveals a side of emptiness that lingers in my heart in every single word that i utter in my mouth are screams of pain & anguish of a broken man maybe if i could write a letter that’s so great maybe you’ll come back and see the real me i will try to pick the pieces of my broken heat that longs for your sweet embrace that means you love me and that you’ll never leave my side its sad but true that its only a dream just a dream… in every stroke of my pen in every song i sing screams a silent requiem for something that’s been lost in every broken record that the tape deck plays hums a twisted melody of a lover’s hymn maybe if i could write a letter that’s so great maybe you’ll come back and see the real me i will try to pick the pieces of my broken heat that longs for your sweet embrace that means you love me and that you’ll never leave my side its sad but true that its only a dream just a dream…

a childlike response to the nearness of you

we stood face to face but i can’t see you look the same way as you stared down awkward attraction a case of infatuation a melodramatic feeling of love and affection i can’t speak the words that i long to say to you my mind always splits in two every time i look at you maybe this is love or am i just strung out with a childlike respone to the nearness of you you look so beautiful and i look stupid with my stupid hair and my rundown clothes side-winded love songs and basement poetry are all i can give in thought and in theory i can’t speak the words that i long to say to you my mind always splits in two every time i look at you maybe this is love or am i just strung out with a chlidlike response to the nearness of you

something from me to you

nevermind the bad times that we’ve gone through it’s all in the past let’s just make the best of the blue skies and the bright sun shining right above our heads your hands clinging to my arms i’m so happy i could die because you’re here by my side and i know you’re confused at this moment in time but i guess the world could get cruel sometimes so just lean on me and i’ll give you that nudge don’t you know that i find you sexy in a meg ryan kind of way and the way that we talk reminds me of you’ve got mail where i’ll be joe fox and you will be kathleen kelly and i’ll find you in your wizard hat with a wand in your hand reading jules verne to the kids on the floor mat down at your place called the shop around the corner that’s where i’ll see you with your smile that embedded in my heart oh don’t you know that i was lonely as well but you came and i fell in love with you and all that you do the sight of you pulls me into the blue that’s where i’ll call out your name on the top of my lungs as i stand here drenched in the rain starring at the cracks of lightning that illuminate the dark night sky like chinese fireworks on new year’s eve

reconciling reality

don’t you dare take advantage of what i’m doing it’s not that i’m selfish it just comes natural after all that you’ve done after all those things that you said to me last night you took me forgranted and i don’t blame you i’m just so gullible to your pretty face to how you looked and the way you smiled as you held my hand last night i guess i’m all to blame why can’t things me the same nothing but black and white and no complex shades of grey i am sick and tired of these twisted knots and these thread of lies i just wanna move on to get on with my life but it looks as though that you’re here to plague me for the rest of my life for the rest of my life

another grief observed
i’m chasing after you as you walked out that door and i don’t know what to say. i’m walking after you as you passed accross the hall and i don’t know “what did i say?” where are you now? where did you go? is this another grief observed? i’m chasing after you as you walked out that door and i don’t know what to say. i’m walking after you as you passed accross the hall and i don’t know “what did i say?” where are you now? where did you go? is this another grief observed? i’m chasing after shadows i’m chasing after things that have come to pass i’m chasing after you (after you) and i can’t find you. where are you now? where did you go? is this another grief observed?

a lullaby of love and lost
there’s something i wanna tell you but i guess we’d be better off if i keepm my mouth shut. maybe i’m born too early maybe you came in late the song ‘diana’ speaks this irony. serendipity is an apt description, that falls short to explain what i feel in this context and i don’t believe in fate it reinforces my wishful thinking and i don’t know i don’t know what to feel anymore. i’m about to explode but i choose to implode to implode. serendipity is an apt description, that falls short to explain what i feel in this context and i don’t believe in fate it reinforces my wishful thinking and i don’t know i don’t know what to feel anymore. i’ll write these words in letters that i’ll never send to you. lullabies that i want to sing will never be heard. i’m pulling the trigger. i’m kicking the barrel. i’m off to say goodbye. goodbye.

>what is death to puberty?

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death to puberty is about the feeling of what it’s like when you’re hearing the sound of tears as it rolls down your cheeks, pouring with it all the pains of that reality has brought upon you.

it is the twisted combination of moans and drastic guitar playing. it is an influence of emotion and the sound of billy brag, elvis costello, rocky votolato, dashboard confessional, bright eyes and the likes.

it is dull and yet personal. it does not compromise to please one’s ear nor does it aspire to be recognized as something that is great. it is a therapeutic venture.

but what started out as a personal escape from the shadow of PayItForward in a way has seemingly evolved into a collective collaboration between chuck baclagon, christina derillo and reginald unigo so as to form a more cohesive sound to the resonating noise of DeathToPuberty.

>Q & A

>Q. What is it?

A. It is a response. A step towards maturity and a proper closure so as to end a chapter in your life which you have outgrown but have willfully clinged on to.

Q. Is it human?

A. To some extent yes. But on the other hand no. It is in a way more than that. Since it is a collaboration of the mind, six strings and a yearning voice that wishes to pour out its heart in the form of something that would pass as music.

Q. Where does it come from?

A. From somewhere. I guess. It comes from a place that lies on the inner parts that stores up stock knowledge that seems useless and then reorganizes it into twisted lullabies.

Q. Is there any politics involved?

A. By all means no. Politics is just a bander that so-called statesmen are acquainted to. DeathToPuberty is no statesman, nor does it subscribe to traditional politics. But it does stand for certain causes and ideals. To which a lengthly discussion could be given on another venue of discussion.

Q. Are you tired?

A. Most definitely.

Q. Can we listen to the music?

A. Be my guest.