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In case you're wondering, the song you hear playing in the background is called Memories, composed and performed by Kow Otani for the best PS2 game of all time, Shadow of the Colossus.
This was one of the many unused tracks from the game, so I thought I might do it justice playing this lovely track here. It may take a while to load, but please pause it and give it a good listen.
Otani makes good music (unfortunately, this is the only one I know of), and this is one of them. Enjoy!
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Sunday, December 23, 2007, 10:12
this post was written in the morn
I wonder if anyone remembered the song "Scarborough Fair". Lol, if I could sing to show you how it sounds like, it would be wonderful. Oh, no, it's not a hard song to sing. The notes are pretty low, and the melody loops. Yet, the lyrics are strange. Here, let me give you a snippet of the song.
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.
It has such a pretty tune, and rather sad as well. Varies from minor to major, and then back to minor. It's like a sort of sadness, then a glimmer of hope, then back to that sadness.
I believe it is a Nursery Rhyme, because I remember seeing this song in one of the Nursery Rhyme books that I have. Well, I couldn't understand it when I was but a child of 4, but it sounded nice and it sort of became my favourite song after "I'm a Little Teapot". XD
And as I grew older, I realised that there were a lot of versions of this song. But the only one I'm really familiar with is the one sung by Simon and Garfunkel. It was still called "Scarborough Fair" but, with a little twist. "Scarborough Fair/Canticle" it was called, presumably rhymed with another poem or something. But...it just makes it even more sadder.
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt,
(A hill in the deep forest green)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
(Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown)
Without no seams nor needle work,
(Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain)
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)
Tell her to find me an acre of land,
(On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
(Washes the grave with silvery tears)
Between the salt water and the sea strand,
(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather,
(War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
(Generals order their soldiers to kill)
And gather it all in a bunch of heather,
(And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten)
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.
I think it was written in conjunction with the wars going on during WW2/WW1. And it makes me wonder, the soldiers fight. The generals command. The president sits back and ponder on what to do next.
I can't help but think of soldiers as slaves, even though they do get paid.
...
I don't like to talk about war, even though I know it's happening right now. Let's just say it is in my nature to ignore certain things unless someone punches me in the face and slaps me back to reality. Yes, WAKE UP AND SMELL THE COFFEE.
Not too long ago, I had a short conversation with a friend of mine. It's been a very long while since I've last chatted with him, and we were just reminiscing within that short period. Then he started blaming me for not taking care of my friends, then blamed me for being super-attached to my bf, and then...well, for not bothering about him and Natasha (my other pal). And yes, he does this very often whenever I talk to him.
Yes, I know this has been happening. But sheesh, most of the time, I am at home. And when I am at home (namely, Mother's place), I often wish not to be disturbed. Of course, I do enjoy company every now and then, but I like the idea of me being left alone to my PS2. Call me anti-social, but I've been living like this since Standard 6 (a year after I moved into that far-away place). I try to make friends, but it is then when I found out the true colours of Malays and being friends with them.
I may be insulting my own race, but this was what I noticed, and sadly, experienced. I may look like I hate my own race, but I don't. I'm just on the fence, and I laugh at every faulty shits they come up with. Politics would be one of the many comedies I watch, though I rarely keep up with it.
Yes, I'm a cold-hearted bastard because you Malays made me so.
But certain Malays are really nice. And sincere. And truthful. Like certain members of my family, my friends, and my beloved. Those are exceptional ones that exist in such a tiny number.
Well, I've side-tracked too much.
Anyway, I'm not ignoring you guys. Sheesh. I just wanted some time on my own, that's all (and I suppose by some time, I meant all the time). But anytime you wanna crash at my place, just don't hesitate to give me a call.
Gah, Aaron. You assume too much. Just call me, damn you. XD
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.
It has such a pretty tune, and rather sad as well. Varies from minor to major, and then back to minor. It's like a sort of sadness, then a glimmer of hope, then back to that sadness.
I believe it is a Nursery Rhyme, because I remember seeing this song in one of the Nursery Rhyme books that I have. Well, I couldn't understand it when I was but a child of 4, but it sounded nice and it sort of became my favourite song after "I'm a Little Teapot". XD
And as I grew older, I realised that there were a lot of versions of this song. But the only one I'm really familiar with is the one sung by Simon and Garfunkel. It was still called "Scarborough Fair" but, with a little twist. "Scarborough Fair/Canticle" it was called, presumably rhymed with another poem or something. But...it just makes it even more sadder.
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt,
(A hill in the deep forest green)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
(Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown)
Without no seams nor needle work,
(Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain)
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)
Tell her to find me an acre of land,
(On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
(Washes the grave with silvery tears)
Between the salt water and the sea strand,
(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather,
(War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
(Generals order their soldiers to kill)
And gather it all in a bunch of heather,
(And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten)
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.
I think it was written in conjunction with the wars going on during WW2/WW1. And it makes me wonder, the soldiers fight. The generals command. The president sits back and ponder on what to do next.
I can't help but think of soldiers as slaves, even though they do get paid.
...
I don't like to talk about war, even though I know it's happening right now. Let's just say it is in my nature to ignore certain things unless someone punches me in the face and slaps me back to reality. Yes, WAKE UP AND SMELL THE COFFEE.
Not too long ago, I had a short conversation with a friend of mine. It's been a very long while since I've last chatted with him, and we were just reminiscing within that short period. Then he started blaming me for not taking care of my friends, then blamed me for being super-attached to my bf, and then...well, for not bothering about him and Natasha (my other pal). And yes, he does this very often whenever I talk to him.
Yes, I know this has been happening. But sheesh, most of the time, I am at home. And when I am at home (namely, Mother's place), I often wish not to be disturbed. Of course, I do enjoy company every now and then, but I like the idea of me being left alone to my PS2. Call me anti-social, but I've been living like this since Standard 6 (a year after I moved into that far-away place). I try to make friends, but it is then when I found out the true colours of Malays and being friends with them.
I may be insulting my own race, but this was what I noticed, and sadly, experienced. I may look like I hate my own race, but I don't. I'm just on the fence, and I laugh at every faulty shits they come up with. Politics would be one of the many comedies I watch, though I rarely keep up with it.
Yes, I'm a cold-hearted bastard because you Malays made me so.
But certain Malays are really nice. And sincere. And truthful. Like certain members of my family, my friends, and my beloved. Those are exceptional ones that exist in such a tiny number.
Well, I've side-tracked too much.
Anyway, I'm not ignoring you guys. Sheesh. I just wanted some time on my own, that's all (and I suppose by some time, I meant all the time). But anytime you wanna crash at my place, just don't hesitate to give me a call.
Gah, Aaron. You assume too much. Just call me, damn you. XD
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