Songs For Lit Crit

"Magda"
(feat. Rico Blanco)

MARXIST GROUP
[Rico Blanco:]
Magdalena ano'ng problema
Bakit 'di ka makawala sa kadena?
At sa gabi gabi ikaw ay nasa selda
Na hanap buhay mo ngayon
Alam naman natin na dati kang nena
At sa iyong ama ikaw ay prinsesa
Ano'ng nangyari sa'yo?
Ito'y kwento ng isang babaeng

Tulog sa umaga, gising sa gabi
Ang kanyang mukha'y puno ng kolorete
Sa lugar na ang ilaw ay patay sindi
Simulan na natin ang istorya
[Gloc 9:]
Ako'y kanyang matalik na kaibigan
Ernesto ang aking pangalan
Kwentong dapat 'nyong malaman
'Wag nang magbulag bulagan
[Rico Blanco:]
Bakit ang nais natin ay malaman ang baho ng iba?
Pagbibigyan kita
Kilala mo ba si Magda?
[Gloc 9:]
Na aking kababata mula pa ng pagkabata
Kami lagi magkasama mga bangkang papel sa sapa
Kanyang ngiti lumiliwanag ang paligid
At pag siya'y dumadaan mga leeg ay pumipilipit
Ubod ng ganda noong siya ay nagdalaga
Tuwing kausap ko na malimit akong tulala
Kahit may nararamdaman pinilit kong isara
Ang bibig at pintig ng puso para sa kanya
At sa sayawan matapos kaming makapagtapos
Dahil pinawis ang mukha ako'y nagpunas ng pulbos
Kahit parang hindi pantay ay nagmamadaling hinila
Pinakilala niya lalaki na taga Maynila
[Rico Blanco:]
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[Gloc 9:]
Maraming taon ako'y nalipasan
Pinilit ko mang takasan
Bagkus ay aking nalaman
Ang tunay kong kailangan
[Rico Blanco:]
'Di ko maibaling ang pagtingin ko sa iba
Minamahal ko s'ya
Hahanapin ko si Magda
[Gloc 9:]
Lumuwas habang nagdarasal na maabutan
Sa lugar na ang sabi'y kanyang pinagtatrabahuhan
Nakita ko'ng larawan niya na nakadikit sa pintuan
Iba man ang kulay ng buhok 'di ko malilimutan
Ang kanyang mata at tamis ng kanyang ngiti
At dahil ubod ng saya hindi na nag atubili
Agad pumasok sa silid pero bakit ang dilim
Madaming lamesa't mga nag-iinumang lasing
Nang biglang nagpalakpakan may mabagal na kanta
Sa maliit na entablado ay nakita ko na
Ako ay nagtaka, nagtanung, nagkamot
Bakit s'ya sumasayaw na sapatos lang ang suot?
[Rico Blanco:]
Ito'y kwento ng isang babaeng
Tulog sa umaga, gising sa gabi
Ang kanyang mukha'y puno ng kolorete
Sa lugar na ang ilaw ay patay sindi
Ituloy natin ang istorya
[Gloc 9:]
Agad siyang sumama sa'kin walang kakabakaba
Ang trato niya sa'kin ay nobyo tila katakataka
Bumaba sa taxi-ng pinara sa may Sta. Mesa
Parang ako'y bida sa mga sumunod na eksena
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Kung ito ay panaginip ayoko nang magising
Ngunit ako'y nanaginip umaga na nang magising
Ang naabutan ko lamang ay may sobre sa lapag
Liham para sa'kin na isinulat niya magdamag
Kahit gulong gulo ang isip pinilit kong basahin
'Di malilimutan ang mga sinabi niya sa akin
Mahal kong Ernesto alam kong tulog mo'y malalim

'Di na 'ko nagpaalam 'di na kita ginising
Salamat nga pala sa pasalubong mong kalamay
At sa pinakamasayang gabi ng aking buhay
Nung iniwan ko ang baryo natin ang akala ko
Isang tunay na pag-ibig ang matatagpuan ko
Hinanap kung saan-saan at kung kani-kanino
'Di ko inakalang ito ang kahahantungan ko
Imbis na ako'y sagipin itinulak sa bangin
Ito pala'ng ibig sabihin ng kapit sa patalim
Kung mabaho sabunin, kung makati gamutin
Kung hindi na masikmura ay ibaling ang tingin
Kahit ako ay bayaran at kaladkaring babaeng
Alam ang amoy ng laway ng iba't-ibang lalake
Isa lang ang kaya kong sayo'y maipagmalaki
Ikaw lang ang bukod tanging hinalikan ko sa labi
Gusto ko mang manatili sa'yong mga yakap
Ako may natutuwa dahil ako'y iyong nahanap
Wala na yatang walis ang makakalinis ng kalat
At ang katulad ko sa'yo ay 'di karapat-dapat
Pinangarap kong sa altar ako'y iyong ihatid
Ngunit sa dami ng pait ang puso ko'y namanhid
'Di ko makakalimutan ang pabaon mong halik
Pero pakiusap huwag ka na sana pang babalik
Regalo ng Maykapal ang ikaw ay makilala
Salamat sa ala-ala, nagmamahal Magda
[Rico Blanco:]
Ito'y kwento ng isang babae
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"Shy"
Jai Waetford
PSYCHOLOGICAL GROUP
Every time you walk into the room

Got me feeling crazy, shock my heart boom boom
Any other boy would stare but me
I look away 'cause you're making me scared
Trying not to breathe 1, 2, 3

Trying not to freak when you look at me
Gotta make a move but I freeze
You don't have a clue what you do to me
Girl, you make me shy, shy, shy

You make me run and hide, hide, hide
Feel like I get lost in time
Whenever you're near me
I'm fighting butterfli-fli-flies
Yeah, you make me lose my mind
Girl, you make me shy
Rejection is a word that I don't wanna know

But a girl like you could kill a boy real slow
A million words stuck up in my head
Waiting to be said but my tongue is stumbling
Trying not to breathe 1, 2, 3

Trying not to freak when you look at me
Trying to make a move but I freeze
You don't have a clue what you do to me

Girl, you take me high
I feel like I can fly

But I fall out of the sky
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When I look into your eyes
Oh, girl, you make me shy, shy, shy


Can't even talk to you
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"Big Yellow Taxi"
(feat. Vanessa Carlton)
READER-RESPONSE GROUP
[Adam Duritz]
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swingin' hot spot
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone
[Vanessa Carlton]
Ooooh, bop bop bop
Ooooh, bop bop bop
[Adam]
They took all the trees, and put em in a tree museum
And they charged the people a dollar and a half to see them
No, no, no
They paved paradise, and put up a parking lot
[Vanessa]
Ooooh, bop bop bop
Ooooh, bop bop bop
[Adam]
Hey farmer, farmer, put away your DDT
I don't care about spots on my apples,
Leave me the birds and the bees
Please
Hey now, they paved paradise to put up a parking lot
Why not?
[Vanessa]
Ooooh, bop bop bop
Ooooh, bop bop bop
[Adam]
Listen, late last night, I heard the screen door slam
And a big yellow taxi took my girl away
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Well, don't it always seem to go
They paved paradise to put up a parking lot
Why not?
Hey hey hey
Paved paradise and put up a parking lot
[Vanessa]
Ooooh, bop bop bop
Ooooh, bop bop bop
[Adam, Vanessa]
I don't wanna give it
Why you wanna give it
Why you wanna giving it all away
Hey, hey, hey
Now you wanna give it
I should wanna give it
Now you wanna giving it all away
I don't wanna give it

Why you wanna give it
Why you wanna giving it all away
Hey, hey, hey
Now you wanna give it
I should wanna give it
Cos you giving it all away
Hey, hey, givin it all,
givin it all....away
[Vanessa]
Why do you want me?
why do you want me?
[Adam]
Cos' you're givin it all away,
Hey, paved paradise to put up a parking lot
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"Hotel California"
Eagles
DECONSTRUCTIONISM
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair

Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
"This could be Heaven or this could be Hell"
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say
Welcome to the Hotel California

Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (Any time of year)
You can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends

She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain

"Please bring me my wine."
He said, "We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine."
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say
Welcome to the Hotel California

Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling

The pink champagne on ice
And she said "We are all just prisoners here, of our own device"
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And in the master's chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember

I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
"Relax," said the night man
"We are programmed to receive
You can check-out any time you like
But you can never leave!"
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"Can't Hold Us Down"
Christina Aguilera (feat. Lil' Kim)
FEMINIST GROUP
So what am I not supposed to have an opinion

Should I be quiet just because I'm a woman
Call me a bitch 'cause I speak what's on my mind
Guess it's easier for you to swallow if I sat and smiled
When a female fires back

Suddenly big talker don't know how to act
So he does what any little boy would do
Making up a few false rumors or two
That for sure is not a man to me

Slanderin' names for popularity
It's sad you only get your fame through controversy
But now it's time for me to come and give you more to say
This is for my girls all around the world

Who've come across a man who don't respect your worth
Thinking all women should be seen, not heard
So what do we do girls?
Shout louder!
Letting them know we're gonna stand our ground

Lift your hands high and wave them proud
Take a deep breath and say it loud
Never can, never will, can't hold us down
Nobody can hold us down

Never can, never will
So what am I not supposed to say what I'm saying

Are you offended with the message I'm bringing
Call me whatever 'cause your words don't mean a thing
Guess you ain't even a man enough to handle what I sing
If you look back in history

It's a common double standard of society
The guy gets all the glory the more he can score
While the girl can do the same and yet you call her a whore
I don't understand why it's OK
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The guy can get away with it, the girl gets named
All my ladies come together and make a change
And start a new beginning for us everybody sing

You can't get rid of us
What do we do girls?
Shout louder!

We standing our ground on this one
Lift your hands high and wave 'em proud
Check it
[Lil' Kim:]
Here's something I just can't understand
If a guy have three girls then he's the man
He can even give her some head or sex her raw
If a girl do the same, then she's a whore
But the table's about to turn

I bet my fame on it
Cats take my ideas and put their name on it
It's alright though, you can't hold me down
I got to keep on movin'
To all my girls with a man who be tryna mack

Do it right back to him and let that be that
You need to let him know that his game is whack
And Lil' Kim and Christina Aguilera got your back
But you're just a little boy

Think you're so cute, so coy
You must talk so big
To make up for smaller things
Said you're just a little boy

All you'll do is annoy
You must talk so big
To make up for smaller things
This is for my girls
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Shout louder!


Shout louder!

Spread the word, can't hold us down

We here, we back again
Lil' Kim and Christina Aguilera
Can't hold us down
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"We Didn't Start The Fire"
Billy Joel
HISTORICAL GROUP
Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray

South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio
Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, Television
North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe
Rosenbergs, H-Bomb, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom

Brando, The King And I, and The Catcher In The Rye
Eisenhower, Vaccine, England's got a new queen
Marciano, Liberace, Santayana goodbye
We didn't start the fire

It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
No, we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it
Joseph Stalin, Malenkov, Nasser and Prokofiev

Rockefeller, Campanella, Communist Bloc
Roy Cohn, Juan Peron, Toscanini, Dacron
Dien Bien Phu Falls, Rock Around the Clock
Einstein, James Dean, Brooklyn's got a winning team
Davy Crockett, Peter Pan, Elvis Presley, Disneyland
Bardot, Budapest, Alabama, Khrushchev
Princess Grace, Peyton Place, Trouble in the Suez

Little Rock, Pasternak, Mickey Mantle, Kerouac

Sputnik, Chou En-Lai, Bridge On The River Kwai
Lebanon, Charles de Gaulle, California baseball
Starkweather Homicide, Children of Thalidomide...
Buddy Holly, Ben-Hur, Space Monkey, Mafia

Hula Hoops, Castro, Edsel is a no-go
U-2, Syngman Rhee, payola and Kennedy
Chubby Checker, Psycho, Belgians in the Congo
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Hemingway, Eichmann, Stranger in a Strange Land

Dylan, Berlin, Bay of Pigs invasion
Lawrence of Arabia, British Beatlemania
Ole Miss, John Glenn, Liston beats Patterson
Pope Paul, Malcolm X, British Politician Sex

J.F.K. blown away, what else do I have to say?

Birth control, Ho Chi Minh, Richard Nixon back again

Moonshot, Woodstock, Watergate, punk rock
Begin, Reagan, Palestine, Terror on the airline
Ayatollah's in Iran, Russians in Afghanistan
Wheel of Fortune, Sally Ride, heavy metal, suicide
Foreign debts, homeless Vets, AIDS, Crack, Bernie Goetz
Hypodermics on the shores, China's under martial law
Rock and Roller Cola wars, I can't take it anymore

But when we are gone
It will still burn on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on...

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ODE TO A GRECIAN URN
John Keats
BIOGRAPHICAL CRITICISM
Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,

Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fring'd legend haunts about thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard

Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed

Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu;
And, happy melodist, unwearied,
For ever piping songs for ever new;
More happy love! more happy, happy love!
For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd,
For ever panting, and for ever young;
All breathing human passion far above,
That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd,
A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.
Who are these coming to the sacrifice?

To what green altar, O mysterious priest,
Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
What little town by river or sea shore,
Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,
Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn?
And, little town, thy streets for evermore
Will silent be; and not a soul to tell
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Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede

Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
With forest branches and the trodden weed;
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."
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"Magda"

(feat. Rico Blanco)

Ito'y kwento ng isang babaeng

Mahal kong Ernesto alam kong tulog mo'y malalim

Ito'y kwento ng isang babae

Every time you walk into the room

Trying not to breathe 1, 2, 3

Girl, you make me shy, shy, shy

Rejection is a word that I don't wanna know

Trying not to breathe 1, 2, 3

Girl, you make me shy, shy, shy

I feel like I can fly

Oh, girl, you make me shy, shy, shy

Girl, you make me shy

I don't wanna give it

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair

Welcome to the Hotel California

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends

So I called up the Captain

Welcome to the Hotel California

Mirrors on the ceiling

Last thing I remember

So what am I not supposed to have an opinion

When a female fires back

That for sure is not a man to me

This is for my girls all around the world

Letting them know we're gonna stand our ground

Nobody can hold us down

So what am I not supposed to say what I'm saying

If you look back in history

I don't understand why it's OK

This is for my girls all around the world

Letting them know we're gonna stand our ground

But the table's about to turn

To all my girls with a man who be tryna mack

But you're just a little boy

Said you're just a little boy

This is for my girls

Letting them know we're gonna stand our ground

This is for my girls all around the world

Letting them know we're gonna stand our ground

Spread the word, can't hold us down

Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray

Rosenbergs, H-Bomb, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom

We didn't start the fire

Joseph Stalin, Malenkov, Nasser and Prokofiev

We didn't start the fire

Little Rock, Pasternak, Mickey Mantle, Kerouac

Buddy Holly, Ben-Hur, Space Monkey, Mafia

Hemingway, Eichmann, Stranger in a Strange Land

Pope Paul, Malcolm X, British Politician Sex

We didn't start the fire

Birth control, Ho Chi Minh, Richard Nixon back again

We didn't start the fire

We didn't start the fire

We didn't start the fire

Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard

Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed

Who are these coming to the sacrifice?

O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede

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