HOME | SHEILA WHO? | VINTAGE SATI | LYRICS


Welcome to the prequel blog of Sheila and the Insects

BACK TO MAIN BLOG
LYRICS BLOG


Line-up (circa 1999)
Orven "Bisoy" Enoveso - vocals
Ian Zafra - guitars
Benjie - bass
Blair - drums


FIVE FAVE ENTRIES
Attack of the killer bat
Chatting with a legend
Bitter doubts
Lost kite
My most hated band
[ back to front page ]

WHAT THEY SAY
ABOUT THE BAND


"I didn't like the name but it doesn't matter. They played great band music."
- Nina Araknida
Sunstar, Flip / September 15, 2002

"Few rock bands in town could stand at the crossroads of a dynamic and evolving music scene and knock down the high walls that divide music genres and audiences with as much success as Sheila and the Insects. "
- Ronald P. Villavelez
Yup!, Issue 1.03 / November 2001

"Sheila & The Insectsí music is new wave-influenced post-punk rock music that is considerably heavy yet still melodic "
- Cris O. Ramos Jr.
The Manila Times / May 31, 2003

"What does an indie band do with the oft-maligned mix of rock and new wave? In the case of Cebu-based Sheila and the Insects, plenty."
- Ganns Deen
PULP , PulpReviews / Issue 13, March 2001

   



MY OTHER BLOGS
SATI
SATI lyrics
My Writing Exercises
Text jokes

BLOG LINKS
99.5RT Sunday Sessions
CD review
The Pin-up Girls
Girl in Park
Squirrel Talk
Not quite indie

SITE LINKS
SATI MySpace Page
SATI Auralgasms
SATI Yahoo Group
SATI Purevolume Page
SATI Fiestamundo Page
SATI Friendster Page
IndieCulture Online
Last.fm
Madbanana.tv
NA Records
DMC Ringbacks
Wats
Filipino Links
RockEd
Diaper Dog Pictures

BAND LINKS
Cattski
Hastang
Julieplug
Jr. Kilat
Orange and Lemons
Smooth Friction
Squirrel Talk
Typecast
Urbandub
Wolfmann
Ciudad
Missing Filemon

JUST FOR KICKS
Real band riders
Faking indie expertise
The Onion
How to dance properly
Shaving tip


INTERNET RADIOS
RadioGetsWild
IndieRadioLive
Pinoy Radio
Go Listen Live Indie Music

PALS
SATI Pimp
Moon child
Doogie
Oppression
Kady Gurl
Rxprozacstination
Christine
Torch the skies
Sunnystateofrelief
Last dodo bird
Pia
Inkblots
Indieridley
Rhea
TruePinoy
Guile
Corinne

If you've got a blog you want linked here, let me know. There's a contact form at the bottom.
THIS MONTH'S LYRICS

CLEVER AS YOU
Sheila and the Insects
Flowerfish


:: MYSPACE MP3 ::


Lyrics by Ian Zafra and Orven Enoveso
Music by Simon NuŮez and Ian Zafra

How did you run away?
Why did you end your smiles?
Was it something I said
Or did I say things wrong?
Your heart's now cold

Iím counting the miles
Til I see your face again
Have I hurt you more
than I myself can bear

So tell me where to start
My sad stride froze
I could have loved you more
But my heart, Iím sure,
Is not as clever as you

Will my heart ever know
Or care where youíve gone,
Where you've gone this time
And can I be as proud
As regrets now I bear

So tell me where to start
I fear to try
I should have loved you more
But my heart, I'm sure
Is not as clever

If I'd known then what I'd do
And cared for what I'd done
Too late I know

So tell me where to start
My sad stride froze
I could have loved you more
But my heart, Iím sure,
Is not as clever as you
Clever as you
Is not as clever as you

Notes:
The last track in Flowerfish and also the last song thrown in the list for the album. The arrangement for this song is deliberately more dance-oriented, a direction the band may explore more in future releases.



Free Web Counter
Free Hit Counter
MESSAGE FROM THE AUTHOR
The entries here were lifted from the author's planner unearthed from piles of old stuff. Certain parts and entries considered too private were deleted. This weblog was posted to reveal the real story behind the band's struggles and successes. The author would like to invite viewers to submit personal accounts of their encounters with the band during the period described, for possible inclusion in this account.




rss feed



Tuesday, August 15, 2000
Lost kite

Something I drew while killing the time in Ayala parking lot in Cebu. Can't remember exactly when. I think it was in the middle of August.

Its about a childhood experience. I once lost a kite. The wind blew it away. My dad made it for me. I really felt bad. I never recovered the kite. It was a sad day.




Posted at 01:39 am by bisoy

 

Leave a Comment:

Name


Homepage (optional)


Comments




Previous Entry Home Next Entry