Nero's Decay

Artist: Alesana
Album: On Frail Wings of Vanity and Wax
Year: 2006
UK chart: ?

Our empire has fallen
the columns came crashing down
faster that children could outrun the shadows
drunk with hysteria the survivors are running for their lives
as precious dreams erupt before their very eyes

tonight, it's over...at long last we will fall
ruins will fight in our stead

my flesh is burning from the embers
but still the brilliant tale of our utopia survives
tonight her beautiful exterior may crash and burn to ash
but the fight for her honor will rage on
I hope I never see the end
I hope I never have to live without her comfort
but for now she dies... oh Rome! so full of majesty, you're gone...

wind chokes on the ashes as acrid smoke strangles the sun
their jealous arrows ran, hollow drums pound at the gates
breaking the din of screams
our feeble offerings to forgotten Gods are left to rot in temples of their lust
as they lay forth their plans to destroy our pride, our home

tonight, it's over...at long last we will fall
ruins will fight in our stead

my flesh is burning from the embers
but still the brilliant tale of our utopia survives
tonight her beautiful exterior may crash and burn to ash
but the fight for her honor will rage on
I hope I never see the end
I hope I never have to live without her comfort
but for now she dies... oh Rome! so full of majesty, you're gone...
...beg the flames for our mercy...
these aged walls have seen too much
to forget the past in the face of this final trial
watch her crumble so true as mayhem cuts her down
let them have our treasure, her voice lives on
let them take our city for her splendor lives on

at long last we will fall

My analysis:
Well, as usual, allusions played a heavy part in this song, the comparison of losing a loved-one (girl-friend) from somebody else, is like the fall of Rome , another is the persona. Nero as we all know is the worst emperor that took hold of ancient Rome
Its same as saying, that the persona really did not take good care of their relationship (the girl) so he looses her, though their relationship was near to perfection just like the once ancient and glorious Rome.

Listen:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OJ4sV9yYnzA

Clostridium Tetani

Hubo akong tumatako sa palengke
Ang tsinelas ko’y sariling balat na nagbigay
Pag-asa sa libo-libong itlog ng mga uod na nakakalat
Sa sahig ng pabilihan ng isdang tabang.
Ginawa kong tarak-tarak ang nga hasang na
Pinatangal ng mga bumibili ng Tilapia, madugo, malamig.
May hinlalaki sa tyan nito.
Ilang sandali pa ay inutusan akong magbenta ng kamatis at kalamansi
Ayaw ko sana, hinampas naman ako ng matipunong kamay
Huwag ka mag-alala, hindi naman ako nasaktan,
sanay na
Palibot-libot, pa ikot-ikot sa mga tindahan, sa palengke
Isinuot ang short na basahan at apron ng nagluluto ng double dead na tinola
Kamatis kayo! Kalamansi! Kwarenta ang kilo! Cellophane!
Walang bumili, at takot akong magpakita sa kanya at kanyang matipunong kamay
Ilang beses na rin akong hindi naka pag agahan eh, ay! tanghali na pala
Kaya, tuloy parin sa mga maputik na daanan, may mga bubog, at tae ng aso
Tuloy sa madungis na mundo at mga baklang nagbebenta ng malalaswang pinirata
Bawal daw ang bata.
Tumuloy ako sa gulayan
Bulok na ang mga gulay, tinurukan lang kasi ng
Formaline ba yun? Ewan. Kamatis!. Kalamansi!
Mura lang ang Patola at monay dito, kahit saan pwede
Murang mura lang! at may nag mura na naman sa akin
Sa wakas, may benta na! at agad akong bumalik, sabik na sabik
Dahil medyo lubog na ang araw sa kanluran
Hindi na gaanong mainit at pwede na akong makipaghabulan
Sa mga kaibigan kong muslim.
Kumaripas at nakipaghabulan ako sa mga asong nanlilisik ang mata at naglalaway
Sabik na akong kumain ng mga isdang hindi nabenta
Budburan ng suka at asin, solb na!
Itatapon na man din lang. madugo at malamig.
Ngunit! “P****g *n*!” – Ang sabi ko. Bakit? Wala ng tao?
Iniwan na naman ako ni Amain, nagsara na ang tindahan.
Ang aga naman nyang nag sara? Baka nakalimutan niya lang ako
Tulad ng dati. Matutulog naman ako kasama ng mga Daga, surot at ipis
Sa maginaw na sulok sa pabilihan ng Karne.
May mga puting anak ng langaw ng nginunguya ang kalyo ng aking paa
– anim na oras-
Nagising akong pinagpyestahan ng mga nabanggit na kasama
Namula ang paanan at kilikili ko
Masarap ang init ng araw, nakasakay sa isang truck
Mga naka unipormeng hindi naman pulis ang mga nakita ko, kasama ko, kasama namin
San ako patungo?
“Sa DSWD!” Ika ng isang batang madungis tulad ko.

Heart-Shaped Box

Artist: Nirvana
Album: In Utero
Year: 1993
UK chart: 5

She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak
I've been locked inside your Heart-Shaped box for a week
I was drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn back

Hey
Wait
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hate
Weight
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey
Wait
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice

Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet
Cut myself angel's hair and baby's breath
Broken hymen of your highness I'm left black
Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back

FACT: Kurt Cobain, Nirvana's frontman and the song's author, claimed that this song was inspired by a television report of children suffering from cancer. However, many believe it was really written about his shaky but passionate relationship with his wife, Courtney Love. The lyrics do tend towards this latter interpretation, since they seem to concern themselves with an unstable romance between two individuals. It's worth noting that the lyrics mention Pisces and Cancer, Cobain's and Love's respective astrological signs. Love, after their second meeting sent a small heart-shaped box, containing, among other things, a doll's head, to his hotel room. This is believed to have inspired the song's title. Cobain and Love both shared a love and fascination of dolls.

Source

Hey Jealousy

Artist: Gin Blossoms
Album: New Miserable Experience
Year: 1992
UK chart: 24

Tell me do you think it'd be alright
If I could just crash here tonight
As you see I'm in no shape for drivin'
And any way I've got no place to go

And you know it might not be that bad
You were the best I ever had
If I hadn't blown the whole thing years ago
I might not be alone

Tomorrow we can drive around this town
And let the cops chase us around
The past is gone but something might be found to take its place

Hey jealousy
Hey jealousy
Hey jealousy
Hey jealousy

You can trust me not to drink
And not to sleep around
And if you don't expect too much from me
You might not be let down

Cos all I really want's to be with you
And feel like I matter too
If I didn't blow the whole thing years ago
I might be here with you

Tomorrow we can drive around this town
And let the cops chase us around
The past is gone but something might be found to take its place

Hey jealousy
Hey jealousy
Hey jealousy
Hey jealousy

Tomorrow we can drive around this town
And let the cops chase us around
The past is gone but something might be found to take its place

Hey jealousy
Hey jealousy

Listen to my heart
There's only one thing I can start

REVIEW:
Gin Blossoms guitarist Doug Hopkins wrote this about his old girlfriend, who was attempting to reconcile with. Hopkins had a lot of personal problems and struggled with alcohol abuse. When the band recorded the album, Hopkins was in bad shape, so they fired him. After this became a hit, he got even more depressed and committed suicide on December 5, 1993.

Source

Lightning Crashes

Artist: Live
Album: Throwing Copper
Year: 1994
UK chart: 33

lightning crashes, a new mother cries
her placenta falls to the floor
the angel opens her eyes
the confusion sets in
before the doctor can even close the door

lightning crashes, an old mother dies
her intentions fall to the floor
the angel closes her eyes
the confusion that was hers
belongs now, to the baby down the hall

oh now feel it comin' back again
like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind
forces pullin' from the center of the earth again
i can feel it.

lightning crashes, a new mother cries
this moment she's been waiting for
the angel opens her eyes
pale blue colored eyes, presents the circle
and puts the glory out to hide, hide

REVIEW:

If there was any band of the 90's whose quality of music influenced much of the youth that time, It was Live. "Lightning crashes" is considered to be their most pristine and biggest hit of their marvelous career. this song is conceived with so much soul and solemnity in line with its exceptional poetry by the frontman Ed Kowalczyk. Ed's soulful and dramatic (baritone-like) voice perfectly blended with the songs melody of sadness, the effect is a total gloom, entrancing and reflective.

http://songfacts.com/detail.php?id=1862
http://youtube.com/watch?v=SQbAz-cgDR8

The Eyes of Aidalor

Her eyes was the lake untouched
In some unknown wilderness
Clear and pacific and deep
He may lose his soul in it

Her eyes reflected Suns light
Blinding and glaring to his
And everyone succumb too
For clearest lake was her eyes

Her eyes that gained scrutiny
To the ones whose tastes are high
Judged more than its translucence
For there's another facet

Deep as its silence forewarn
Be careful not to gaze long
So you would not share his fate
Of drowning in its abyss

Lake of liquid diamond
That corrupted likes of him
Wanted an ounce for a sip
For knowledge of her allure

Revealing moons gleam at night
It became one of the stars
Nearest, loveliest to him
Who desired to own the lake

The lake; Its impermanence
Is for us to look into
No one can have dominion
To the eyes that was the lake

Keloid

A friend told me the past night
Of things he absorbed form class
We're seated on rusty roof
Under the Celestials that pass

I think its awkward to say
"the night was a sea of stars"
For he rendered a sermon
And i think that he's from Mars

At first, i tend to listen
But the stars stole my attention
He was talking to himself
Of things he never mentioned

My rudeness was just like that
For it is he i despised
His being and how'd he spoke
Triggered my hatred to rise

You want to know the reason?
Even though my angst's so grim
Mortal as infected sore
I still chose to talk to him

I listened though i was mute
Emotions to him came out
Swift as the bats fly by
The words rushed out from his mouth

I was never right nor wrong
He spoke of my offenses
That festered in his heart as
I spoke of my defenses

I thought i was in the light
My despisement has its source
On his open insolence
And his deeds and words so coarse

So in there we stayed for long
My despisement i said not
Peace it is that i wanted
But this hate will never rot

Noiseless was our wenting down
Reconciled, i guess were done
Though the war is won by none
Still the past cant be undone

My Friends, My Fiends

My friends, release me from this confinement
Pained i am in this undefined sorrow
And my weakly soul cringes on torment
Don't stray me in your folly tomorrow
Tonight's enough, your company made me
What i am now, the most disturbed being
The sailor who lost himself at sea
You all is the sea, the waves came splashing
Coming, ruining my thoughts and my life
Coloring dull the fantasies of mine
Straying me in this foolish shore and strife
Getting none, but a token; soul unfine
My friends, my fiends you can now release me
Pained i am in your folly; waves at sea

A Friend's Party

My friend sleeps there, sleeping still
On that bed, no he's not ill
He just needed time to rest
For the sun sank in the west

Came the weakly morning beam
They offer flowers to him
Strong scent that's not of Roses
It fills all the guests noses

Photograph, blurred and pallid
His wooden bed is solid
Lively chatters from out side
Insects and the light collide

Food enters the mouth tasteless
A glass of milk falls careless
Camera flashes and took
The last pages of the book

This is how he took the bow
The chatters gone aloud now
Same are merry, some were sad
In the party of the lad

Soon the setting beneath the tent
Altered, Lenten-like it went
Soreness of sympathy mount
In the guests for his account

A heart burns in great sorrow
Forever gone tomorrow
Those utterance remain
A friend is never the same

In loving memory of Gerniel Bañas
a friend, classmate, seatmate. a brother

Dine with the Caviar Eaters

Dancing lights of green and blue
They reveal what these sluts do
In this cheap, cursed piano bar
They act and talk like porn stars

These sluts, they want to be raped
By these men who look like apes
With majority of gays
Fishing out the drunken males

They're exposing butts and breasts
And they said they need no rest
Till tomorrow they will dance
Fornicate if there's a chance

Shaven brows and shadowed eyes
Their undies attract the flies
Same as the bale prostitutes
Are their rotten attitudes

More butts and breast, they expose
Its a show, they are the host
On the stage, they are so proud
To lead the ignorant crowd

If i could only throw this
Glass of water to that miss
Who sings so annoyingly
She thought it made me happy

Gays and men becoming gays
Sit around and talk their ways
Of topics, i so disgust
I gave none, not even trust

In my sight, they wore all white
Girls they chose those really tight
Skimpy gowns, they look like clowns
Thick foundations weigh an ounce

Said they're pretty, they are not
I say they look like their butts
All exposed for the many
And to keep the boys merry

Very merry, but not me
I'm sober for what i see
A perfect theme for my work
Though they see as a jerk

Jerk indeed but not like you
You braggarts i cannot chew
Guys you suck and and stir my mood
Continue bragging you're good

In your walk, your chin up high
On you gown or with your tie
You enjoy this wretched night
While others curse your plight

Wish to stop this night so long
in this crowd i don't belong
In this trade, i can be good
Be like them, i never could

I smile, I have a secret

I smile, i have a secret
No one knew it, maybe you
Hidden deep and locked secure
Only i can give the clue

I smile, i have a secret
Do you really have to know?
Its been with you all the time
They, even me dare not go

I smile, i have a secret
A dark matter in a core
Burning, swelling over time
A corrupted soul it bore

Now it lay dormant no more
The darkest of energies
Found their way into the core
Concealed in flesh and of glee

Turbulent in its restrain
Like steam trapped inside a pot
Or acid on virgin coke
Its a cancer that is not

How it longed for its release
From its closed obsidian shell
Forged by disguised emotions
Of the bearer of the shell

Its growth i cannot impede
Its depth and darkness innate
Light itself diminishes
Before its vehement state

It remained, but breathes no air
For i will never forget
Its rumblings, i thought was pain
I smile, i have a secret

Still it haunts my potent soul
all of me it wants to get
Violent if its released
I smile, i have a secret

Take heed of what you don't see
Behind a thorny thicket
Are unknown uncertainties
I smile, i have a secret

Coveteous Hands

Debtor, wherever art thou
I'm sure thee is gratified
For tonight's lucent moonlight
Has conceived a vengeful vow

Thy happiness ended mine
Cause thy filthy hands are swift
Snitched away my fathers gift
Don't expect that i am fine

Shall i describe what it felt
When a newt severe its tail
there is no air to inhale
The ice of ones patience melt

So bale thy agile fingers
Itching, skin of thy envy
Wanting more insatiably
Like an unforgiven curse

Presence of thy unseen form
like a specter of discord
Looting all that thee adored
when our eyes omits thy form

Debtor, thou art now vanished
Took my merriment with ease
Potent like a dead-cold breeze
Thou came, thou passed, unpunished

The Egotistic Men of Letters

Cowards who cannot accept
Mere realities that crept
Behind their backs like shadows
Worthy to die by arrows

Cowards whose egotistic
Views are shallow; moronic
Taking refuge behind lies
Later gain incentive prize

Cowardice is what you see
In there texts that are not free
Edited with golden pride
Cowards, that is how they write

Of year old Poems

How long have i been writing?
Sarcasms, accounts of hate
Melodious verses singing
The streets, did it echoed great?

In the streets do people hear?
Begging thoughts outside their gates
Locked by ignorance and fear
Where reality awaits

The same poem that i wrote
This very date, i ponder
Been so long i swore an oath
To use my pen and wander

Wandered like an albatross
Or a Monarch butterfly
Round the world i came to cross
With the power of my eye

Still that oath i never broke
Though sometimes my fingers tire
My thoughts sometimes drifts like smoke
Quickly gone, but hard to hire

Like the playing of our dreams
Every time we try to wake
Recollecting all those themes
Few remain for us to take

These verses sprinkled with rhymes
Are just coming out of dates
When given unusual climes
What future in me awaits?

The Road To Florence

Worry not lost wanderer
Keep your pace on the dark road
It strayed many travelers
Long ago before you showed

Long ago through tongue twas passed
By folks, who now rest below
Now its realized at last
Your entering soul don't know

Muddy rivers comes to trail
The residents of the woods
Slugs and caterpillars hail
Through the fog you sounding boots

Light rarely reaches the floor
Deprived Venus flytrap cries
For sunlight for food and more
The edible mushroom dies

The damp mosses welcome him
A carpet of evergreen
The fog of dusk and the dim
Invoke creatures who are mean

His jacket made of weak hide
Shields him from the biting cold
As forked trails before divide
Deep within the forest old

River ran beside the trail
As he ventured deeper in
The groves echoed by nymphs wail
Enticing the strayed within

River undisturbed cascade
Cloudless waters that carry
A lone, sleeping, drifting maid
Whose pale hands held a daisy

In the fainting shafts of light
Frailty defined the astray
The trail, his blurring sight
And the maiden sailed away

Sailed away in the shadows
Of an unending river
While the trail slowly narrows
Hopes for the lost traveler

In his mud-smeared pantaloons
Striving, limping on his weight
The prelude of nightfall tunes
Reminds the last time he ate

He felt his weight heavier
Than he is a while ago
There's something in the river
That's forbidding him to go

Then came across his vision
Though it's blurry he defined
Majestic apparitions
Aged trees whose thickly vined

This forest has conceived them
To save its virginity
And with them are the children
On their hollows security

Twinkling lights before him now
Enchant him as they flutter
Playing on those misty boughs
His consciousness they shatter

All those lights lured him within
And he tread them trail no more
Quest for home is growing thin
Venturing the unknown lore

Carrying his unsound mind
Through the barbed vines on the ground
It savored his flesh behind
Though he's coiled and nearly bound

In the clearing all was torn
It was his numb skin that cried
For warmth of light like in morn
That the hidden sun denied

His piteous blood the earth gain
On his worn out knees he fell
Now that he is lesser sane
Resign to unconscious spell

On his own puddle of blood
He faded and strive to crawl
With each slip, he kissed the mud
When he falls he tasted all

An endless torment tonight
His soul and insanity
Enticed him into the lights
A hovering fantasy

Spectators are in the boughs
Following his bloody trace
Smell of predators arouse
As he reached a hollowed base

A hollow on the grand roots
Cavern of intertwining
Ancient wood that bore the fruits
And now a stranger dying

On the warmth of its bosom
Summoning his breath
Unaided in the dark some
Attended by lurking death

His flowing blood has gone cold
Cold until it flowed no more
His eyes lost its gleam and told
Death to take him to that door

As soon as darkness consume
The lair that became a tomb
It celebrated with gloom
The forests' possessive womb