Sunday Morning Déjà Vu: Why "Bayan, Umawit" and "Pag-aalaala" Sound Like the Exact Same Song
It happens almost every Sunday. I’ll be sitting in the pews, feeling the familiar morning heat settling over the province, waiting for the mass to begin. The commentator gives the cue, the choir director raises a hand, and the musicians strike that bright, rolling opening chord. The voices swell, delivering the first resonant word: “Bayan…” And for a split second, I have absolutely no idea…
















