Archive for January 15th, 2009

Peace on Earth, and Goodwill Through Lyrics Translations

Peace on Earth, and Goodwill Through Lyrics Translations

OK, lots of things wrong with the blogosphere today that I think I’ll discuss them when everything simmers down.  Or to be more precise, until I simmer down.  See, all this excitement and fury and passion (and the possibility of a challenge… more on that soon) is starting to cloud my good judgment.  And when that happens…

I TRANSLATE LYRICS. You see, I was angry this morning, got pissed this afternoon, and then now I’m happy.  Oh man, I should lay off the V-Cut and Coke breakfasts.  Methinks it’s the MSG.  I.e.: lakas ng trip ko ngayon.

Anyway, in the name of peace in the Filipino blogosphere – because blogging is supposed to be fun – I have translated a dozen annoying songs into more annoying versions of them.  And if you thought the previous lyrics translations were annoying enough as they were…

Yes, folks, Taglish lyrics translations.  Nothing new, but I’m laughing my arse off.

Enjoy, Marochaholics.  All these – and this entry even, hopefully sooner or later – shall pass.

January 15, 2009 2 comments Read More
Cred

Cred

No complex entries, no long sentences, no deep thoughts.

It’s not because I wear black shirts, it’s not because I listen to heavy metal.  Cred is more than that.  Cred is all I have.  Cred is not just about music; it’s not just about writing.  Cred is about living. Cred is about living that life without stepping on anybody.  Cred is about facing the music.  Cred is about tuning up the band to play the beat you believe in.  Cred is to give the same passion, the same fury, the same energy, whether you play in a small town bar or a big stadium.  Cred is the best resistance against a world that saps you of it.

One more thing about cred: you earn it.  You live it.  You become it.  You don’t listen to a track of hardcore or metal and call yourself a follower of the epistles and gospels of rock and roll.  You don’t carry a guitar and call yourself a rock god.  The fight should be in you.  The war within should move you.  When the walls break, you stick around.  When the fans leave, you stick around.  When the smoke clears, when the pyro burns itself out, when the lights dim and you play to nothing more than concrete floors and plastic chairs, you stay.  You rock.

Honor. Either you have it, or you don’t.

Integrity. Either you have it, or you don’t.

Cred. Life.  Rock, and roll.  Enough said.

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