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And now we’re starting over again…

Pardon the background noise.  And the lack of auto-tune/ing…and the un-perfect recording quality….

“One shouldn’t make excuses.” is the rule but I can’t help myself.  I’m recording at home on a Sunday.  Oh, that possible pick-up of yelling laughter in the background?  That’ll be the kids playing in the next room.

This song though.  This song can’t wait another day.

I was with my dear friend, Justin, yesterday afternoon. I told him, “Suggest songs naman, kapatid!” I want melodies that will bring back the most special of memories when I sing them at the upcoming shows. So right there, mid-cut&color, we came up with this one.

As soon as I heard the first words, the very first verse, that “hagod” that only Natalie Cole can pull and I am but a humble cover-maker here, I knew this was special. EXTRA-special because of the words.

verse 1

and when i hold you in my arms i promise you

you’reb   gonna feel the love that’s beautiful and new

this time i’ll love you even better

than i ever did before and you’ll be in my heart

forevermore..

verse 2

we were just too young to know we fell

inlove and let it go

so easy to say the words goodbye

so hard to let the feelings die

i know how much i need you now

the time is turning back somehow

as soon as our hearts and souls unite

i know for sure we’ll get the feelings right

chorus

and now we’re starting over again

it’s not the easiest thing to do

i’m feeling inside again

‘coz everytime i look at you

i know we’re starting over again

this time we’ll leave all the pain away

welcome home my lover and friend

‘coz we are starting over over again

verse 3

if we never leave alone

then we might have never known

all the time we spent apart

all we did was break each other’s heart

ohh..hooh..

and when i hold you in my arms i promise you

you’ll gonna feel the love that’s beautiful and new

this time i’ll love you even better

than i ever did before

and you’ll be in my heart forever more…

chorus 2

and now we’re starting over again

it’s not the easiest thing to do

i’m feeling inside again

‘coz everytime i look at you

i know we’re starting over again

this time we’ll leave all the pain away

welcome home my lover and friend

‘coz we are starting over over again

this time we’ll chase all the rain away

welcome home my lover and friend

‘coz we are starting over over again…

we are starting over over again..

Ready, 1-2-3-SING with me! (Unang una na si Justin Mills, my über- stylist/artist, thank you for the song suggestion!)

Yakap (:Embrace)

“Ako ay nagbalik
Sa init ng iyong yakap
Parang ibong sabik sa isang pugad
Nadanas kong lungkot
Nang kita’y aking iwan
Na di pa dinanas ng sinuman”

Yakap, A.M.B Junior (composer)

Let me try translating this into English:

“I came back
To the warmth of your embrace
Like a bird missing her nest
I experienced intense sadness
When I left you
A sadness never felt by anyone else…”

Antonio Morales Barretto, the original singer/songwriter of this beautiful song, probably dedicated this song to his special girl.  Or guy.

Anyway, back to the song, one that’s so easy on the ears and so deliciously sing-able, I’m singing..and more importantly, sharing this warm embrace with you ~

Artwork by Katie Daisy on Etsy.com | thewheatfield 

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this is how a song gets written by one chiqui pineda

this is how a song gets written

i’m high on pure adrenaline!  and the reason for this rush is because there’s a ton of it pumping in my veins from hearing the professionally arranged version of a song called “Borrowed Time” a song i wrote last month! wait…excuse me for a sec while i…

AAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

ha!  ok, now that i got that out of my system…

it all began in a private group i started on Facebook called Inarté.  actually, it started in my old, beat up Land Rover, last winter, on the way to the gym when the gym-going was still possible. anyway, i digress. (focus, chiqui, focus.)  so, on the way, i heard a bidding from a Voice that said that i must (not perhaps, not maybe…MUST.  aba, demanding?!)

as i was saying, i must start a writers’ group within that group i mentioned above. to have the moms/sisters/caregivers share stories, incognito, about Life Stuff/Kwentong Buhay, you know, the ones we don’t share on our shiny front pages because we’re either ashamed of them or just plain too mortified to do so.  interesting thing is this stuff, we all go through it in one way or another.  also, the sharing of this stuff makes us feel better.  but, that’s a tale for another time.  back to the main story…

so, to the Voice, i said “Yes.”  i always do.  in all my years, i’ve finally discovered that when i don’t, i get into a lot of trouble.  didn’t stop me from procrastinating though.  remember, that was winter.  i finally got 8 out of the 10 that was to be formed for the group of writers (aptly called Inar10) Springtime of this year.

gear-up.  ready, GO, set! mode na me.  i asked one mom-friend who’s already a seasoned blogger first. she, thank goodness this brave soul loves writing already, said yes. then another one, a lawyer, albeit hesitant at first kasi busy, but said yes, too. and another, an home executive 😉 with a flair for writing, said Yes-But.  there was hesitation because-because (i’m not a writer. i don’t know what to write about. i’m not sure…), really, because of fear. but then, when she chose to share her story…kaBOOM. it hit hard and rang true and connected with so many of us.  definitely made me feel less alone in this journey to wholeness.

long-backstory-short, one story stood out for me.  i don’t know how it happened exactly but you know how it goes when the time is right.  a wruddy sent me quirky artists one morning singing their quirky songs, one Inar10 writer shared a story that didn’t leave me alone, and one Yamaha electric piano calling my name one late, rainy evening in august and Tadah!  a song was born, lyrics plugged in the next day while sitting alone in the middle of a busy Starbucks inside one of my favorite place on earth.

this is why i love this thing, this magic process called creation. from nothing to something. but then again, it’s never really “nothing” because, as a favourite author says, when you imagine a box, eyes closed and imagine you opening it and what do you see? there’s always something.

Along with one LoveLikeWeDo on our Inarté Group on Facebook ~

And together with one super talented, generous, cute and cuddly to one SG ;), a master arranger who at 25 is still a kid but is  so  good at his craft I am in awe everytime he  does his thing: Jokko Peña, for sprinkling your brand of magic all over my humble story-in-song, SALAMAT.  Maraming salamat, Jokkolabs!

Here it that something, without further ado-do-be-do-bee-do…

And the very raw version here, too!  Just so you can see how it goes from barok to PATOK!

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Thank you for keeping me company on this journey to 100im.perfect.songs and here’s to Courage in Creativity, always and ALL ways!

Love,

Chiqui

Borrowed Time, Version 3.0

Composer: Chiqui Pineda, Ms. LLWD

Musical Arranger: Jokko Peña

I’ve got paper and my piano
I write to light but see the shadows, oh…
She tells me of her endless sorrows
And how she knows her time is borrowed,

I’ve got some paper, cups of coffee
I see her tears and It’s so hard. she tells me
I listen with a heart that’s open
I hear because I, too, am broken

To be in love with yours is easy
To have to love another, that’s when it gets crazy
But you made a vow
You made a vow
What are you gonna do now

Be fair, she wants to be, she’s got to be fair
She tells me that she needs to share
This love and life, this rollercoaster ride
Of missed Valentines
Learn to read between the lines

Be fair, she wants to be, she’s gotta be fair
She tells me that she needs to care enough to fight
Turn this dark to Light
Promises unspoken
Tender words lost and forgotten

I’ve got some paper and her story
One brave heart in all its glory
Her words are hers but the pain is mine
Because like her I’m living on borrowed time

Moving to the rhythm and the rhyme of borrowed time…

Day 26 | Taking a breather

The 100im.perfect.songs project is on Song #30 today.

Look at that!

When I started this little project in my corner of the world and literally, in one corner of the house (because this room is actually located in the front south-west corner) I had no idea where it would go.  Nor how often.

Now it’s on its 30th and building momentum daily.

I’m going to take a breath with you and share this ~

Fell in love with Sia along the way!

“Breathe Me” is a 2004 single by Australian singer Sia Furler featured on the album Colour the Small One.
CREDITS
Original Singer/Songwriter: Sia Furler
Piano Instrumental : Jamie Cleaton
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LXjhY5xLhnc ]

Inspiration: Runt + Sia Furler

Ready…Sing! ^_^
Help, I have done it again
I have been here many times before
Hurt myself again today
And, the worst part is there’s no-one else to blame
Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small and needy
Warm me up
And breathe me
Ouch I have lost myself again
Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found,
Yeah I think that I might break
I’ve lost myself again and I feel unsafe
Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small and needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

Day 18 | one unforgettable week

My best effort belting out this classic ballad originally by Nat King Cole.

I’m still not 100% recovered.  There’s a tiny bit of scratchiness in my throat.  I’m able to do a mellow, un-birit song for you!  You’ll probably hear the squeakiness in there.

Happy to give you the best that I can for now.

Thanks to my J for the song suggestion.

Here’s something soft and mellow and hopefully not too forgettable!  😀

Day 3 | How much do you love me?

Do you love me? he asks.

He is being a tad coy about it.  Hindi bagay, I think to myself.

J.  MY Man.  And my man is All Man, if you know what I mean.  Sa ato pang mga bisdak, pa macho ba. 🙂

He is Alpha Male.  Captain of the ship.  Provider, protector, leader of the band.

I reply: Yes.  Of course, I love you.

(pause)

How muuuuch?

Ayayay!

Continue reading Day 3 | How much do you love me?

Day 1 | Hallelujah anyway!

 
“If you used to love writing, painting, dancing, singing, whatever, but you stopped doing it when you had kids or began a strenuous career, then you have to ask yourself if you are okay about not doing it anymore.”
The above admonition came from one of my writing teachers, Anne Lamott.  It’s a tough one.  Especially for moms like us who feel the strong push and pull almost daily.
Like today.