Looking for Randy Malayao (3)


Guilders:
Press conference tomorrow for Randy Malayao, May 19, Bayan conference room, ten am.
To call for his safe return are his Manong Isidro Malayao, fellow Guilders Teddy Casino and Raymund Villanueva, and Desaperacidos spokesperson Aya Santos.  Prescon moderator is Guilder Ruth Cervantes.
Sa mga media practitioners na Guilders, tulong-tulong tayo dito.  Sana macover niyo.
We also need lawyers!
We also need financial contributions.  We also need cars in the next few days kasi malawak ang iikutin para tuntunin ang mga lugars na pinanggalingan niya at maaring pinagdukutan sa kanya.  Huli siyang nakita ng mga kaibigan sa Ortigas Center, papuntang Pasig, Cainta o Marikina.  Mag-iikot din sa mga kampo ng militar at pulis sa Kamaynilaan at Rizal.  Sino ang pwedeng magpahiram, kahit hanggang nitong Linggo lang?
Mag-isip na kung paano makakatulong!
Baka makatulong ito para magalvanize tayo:
http://bukaneg. blogs.friendster .com/my_blog/ 2005/11/youve_ got_to_do. html
Inline text below:
Of all CEGP officers in my time, Randy Felix P. Malayao was about the only officer who did not play coy when asked to sing.  One of the things I remember about him the most was his singing of this song.


I still meet with him a few times .  In the meeting when he informed me of an important event I asked him to write down the lyrics of this song.  He said he first heard it sung when he attended an Asian Students Association conference in Jakarta.  Most probably, he said, it is Indonesian in origin.
I do not know if the song is indeed Indonesian.  As far as I am concerned, it is Randy’s song.  It is my song, too.  It is the song of the many CEGP alumni and many others who are doing more than just thinking, symphatizing and understanding.

YOU’VE GOT TO DO MORE THAN THAT

I.

I think when I see all those pictures about
The children without any food
How hard it must be for their mothers at home
Who just do not know what to do
With children so thin and their ribs sticking out
A terrible plea in their eyes
I tremble to think what starvation is like
But I do try to symphatize.

Chorus:

You’ve got to do more than that
You’ve got to do more than that
For symphathizing is all very well
But you’ve got to do more than that

II.

The men with the truncheons and helmets are out
They’re trying to break up the mob
Of people whose skins are just colored a bit
And all they want is a job
It’s only for whites, that’s the sign they put up
And this is not even their land
I tremble to think what starvation is like
But I do try to understand

Chorus II:

You’ve got to do more than that
You’ve got to do more than that
For understanding is all very well
But you’ve got to do more than that

III.

How dreadful a sight Hiroshima became
With people all broken and maimed
And blinded and mad, so the broadcast announced
It will end all wars so they claimed
But why are they making some bigger bombs yet?
And what are they piling them for?
Should not someone know what the end of it all
But I try not to think of war

Chorus III.

You’ve got to do more than that
You’ve got to do more than that
Forgetting to think is all very well
But  you’ve got to do more than that

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