Duha ka mugna kabahin sa kamatayon

Samtang managkut tag kandila karong adlaw sa mga minatay aniay duha ka trabaho (sa Ininglis lang hinuon) nga mosuway pagtuki sa kahulogan sa kamatayon sa atong kinabuhi.

Poormans Grave/Eraserheads

I know a man who had nothing/He was a poor man all his life/He lived in a shack by the roadside/With starving kids and a loving wife

He went to church every Sunday/He prays from morning until night,/he said Good Lord, why have you forsaken me/When everything I did I thought was right

[Refrain:]

Now my Life is coming to an end/There’s only one thing I’m wishing for/All my days I have never sinned/So I hope you won’t ignore What I’m asking for…

[Chorus I:]Oh honey when I die/Dress me up in a coat and tie/Give my feet a pair of shoes/That I haven’t worn in a long time/Put me in a golden box/Not a cross on a pile of rocks/Bury me where the grass is green/And the gates are shining…

[Chorus II:]

Oh honey when I die/Give me a bed of roses/Where I could lie/I’m gonna use up all the money that I saved/‘Coz I don’t wanna lie in a poor man’s grave…

I know a man who had nothing/He dreamed of satin sheets all his life/He lived and worked like a dog/Licking every boot he sees just to survive

He comes home drunk every night/Wakes up the kids and talks to his wife, he said/

Honey you have been so good to me/I only wish we had a better life

[Refrain II:]/And now my life’s coming to an end/There’s only one thing I’m wishing for/All my days I have lived in shame/So I hope you won’t ignore/Just what I’m asking for…

[Repeat Chorus I]

[Chorus III:]Oh honey when I die/Give me a bed of roses/Where I could lie/I’m gonna use up all the money that I saved/‘Coz I don’t wanna lie in a poor man’s…/Oh honey when I die

Give me a bed of roses/Where I could lie/I’m gonna use up all the money that I saved/‘Coz I don’t wanna

lie in a poor man’s grave

Because I could not for Death/Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death,

He kindly stopped for me;

The carriage held but just ourselves

And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,

And I had put away

My labor, and my leisure too,

For his civility.

We passed the school where children played,

Their lessons scarcely done;

We passed the fields of gazing grain,

We passed the setting sun.

We paused before a house that seemed

A swelling of the ground;

The roof was scarcely visible,

The cornice but a mound.

Since then ’tis centuries; but each

Feels shorter than the day

I first surmised the horses’ heads

Were toward eternity.