She was one of our silent classmates but we lived on the same road so we seldom go together after our school. We often had serious conversations about our subjects, teachers and classmates. Cris was a niece of a well-known lawyer in our community but her family was not as wealthy as her uncle. She was just blessed to be sent to a private high school despite financial difficulty of her family, albeit like mine.
One time, she handed me a bookmark and guess what was on that bookmark? The lyrics of this song. I only came to know about the full lyrics of this song when she gave me that bookmark. Then I appreciated the song even more, as well as this friend.
This is really a good song and when this was revived and a movie entitle "Jologs" hit the big screen with this as the theme song, it was a box office hit! I watched that movie and I didn't regret it. As the days go by, I can still remember that incident, almost 15 years ago, when my friend Cris gave me a bookmark.
Lyrics of the song:
What is life to offer me when I grow old
What's there to look forward to beyond the biting cold
They say it's difficult, yes, stereotypical
What's there beyond sleep, eat, work in this cruel life
Ain't there nothin' else 'round here but humans strife
'Cause they say it's difficult, yes, stereotypical
Gotta be conventional, you can't be so radical
So I sing this song to all of my age
For these are the questions we've got to face
For in this cycle that we called life
We are the ones who are next in line
We are next in line
What is life to offer me when I grow old
What's that to look forward to beyond the biting cold
'Cause they say it's difficult, yes, stereotypical
Gotta be conventional, you can't be so radical
So I sing this song to all of my age
For these are the questions we've got to face
For in this cycle that we called life
We are the ones who are next in line
We are next in line
Hoh oh, we are next in line
BRIDGE
And we gotta work, we gotta feel (we gotta feel)
Let's open our eyes and do whatever it takes
And we gotta work, we gotta feel (we gotta feel)
Let's open our eyes, hoh woh
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