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.