Unpopular Opinion 2-oh-something

Listening to Ruth B's "Lost Boys".

Depicting a story about someone finding their way to a figure like Peter Pan and all the Lost Boys, plus the world of Neverland. I refuse to categorize the gender of her main character in the composition, if she was the one who composed the song, should've looked it up. Either way, resounding songs of juvenile and explorative lines rings through the song like a lovely string of quartet kids laughing around posies and in share spreading giggly life into the gardens of the lost eden.

Yet, this song sang differently for me, as all listeners of any modern released singles and budding musicians in the industry. The song will obviously be subjective and even have an obviously selective crowd, probably the ones who will be enticed by the tune like me (evidently not underrated due to the obvious 34M+ views and 432k likes by youtube statistics).

Stories are pretty song in poem format, sometimes I don't get it in one go and makes me want to listen to them multiple instances whenever I felt like. Maybe in lonely times or in occasions when I feel like drowning myself with a new found song and just let the gush of emotions run through. Like Lady Gaga's "Million Reasons", but this song didn't just ring me up something romanticized.

Through my minds television, I saw my characters from Tamtam, the story playing forthrightly like it never left me. Scenarios string between broken verses that originally did not fit each other. One scene was something from an arch of the story yet to be written, while one connected to the unwritten in the currently written one, maybe will be the consequence of their actions in the future. Like a prediction to what should, but soon it would fade and another scenario would fill it's gap as the song continues to flow.

Until the end, and when I play repeat again, there it is Tamtam, running in my minds TV like a never ending movie.

I've always loved it when my mind feels fueled by music, as if an auto-MV would suddenly direct itself without any supervision from me but the subconscious imagination I've previously done, either repeating or being revised. This kind of thing happens to me tons of times in my younger days. But when I got into the world of "being too tired to even bother for this shit" (work life, normal employee life), I've begun to loose the energy to write or even draw.

That moment of my life was the saddest I've been, besides my indulging to my jealousy, that's a completely different story right there.

There isn't much of an unpopular opinion here, just, that I've forgotten to mention. That if I'd give a gender to the character in the song, I would stick to the original characters from the book the song and the origin of the term "Lost Boys". Wendy, maybe, or just a random girl trying to find her way into a lonely world. A lonely world she just probably couldn't form into a less lonely one due to the lack of motivation. Quote-and-quote.

Sort of completely indulging it like a romantic song, or a coming of age song for the girl. Where she finds someone like a Peter Pan, dragging her away from the lonesome reality and covered her in the magic Peter always brought with him in his pocket, or Tinker Bell even though she wasn't even mentioned in the song. Rude now that I thought of it. (at least it was mentioned as pixie dust)

Think like that, comparing the girl and finding her self in the story, as if all she needed was companionship all along. But, what if it came the time that she realized she couldn't be with her Peter Pan anymore. Like Wendy.

I may dub this an unpopular opinion, but I guess it's an unpopular opinion only to me, you see. There might be just a time right now, currently in my life, that I've just realized that I have woken up from a sort of Neverland. That soon I feel like Wendy leaving Peter Pan and onto a reality. Just a feeling.

There isn't much, just, the change feels painful. I've begun to slowly loose the patience and ability to easily accept things. Mayhaps it's a great change that it feels difficult compared to the other changes in my life. Still, it feels painful, but good just like the song.  

music . help . cringe

Just what has been happening lately in our local world. One. Word. HELP.
Or Cringe.

I've just recently encountered some post through my facebook feed about an article mentioning that a group of girls are getting their lime light of fame. Honestly I don't really know who they are and frankly I don't care, or wish I didn't try and know about it. *cringe*

The brain of yours truly doesn't really have any profound knowledge of the local music industry, I'm talking about the music industry of the Philippines specifically. Further more focusing on the "entertainment" music industry, as usual, they pick fancy funny songs that more or less catches the attention of the masses by, between the two, being absurdly annoying publicity or fairly in the line of worthy catchiness publicity.

The song I've encountered is more on the absurdly annoying side of fame.

The song is in our native tongue, and I think this is not the original version of it(I...am not sure, further research are all in halt due to the cringe capacity we can only receive in one go, it. is. too. much!).

Officially in this version it was sung by a comedian actor named Vice Ganda(gay, in every fibre of his being), which is by the way the type of satire comedian that absurdly jokes about almost anything or everything and nonchalantly says apologies when someone gets sore because its just a joke. Don't get me wrong here, I like some of his acts, but to be honest he's a satirical comedian with an almost obnoxious air. What could possibly go wrong!? Ha...Ha...

The song is titled "Wag Kang Pabebe" which roughly translates to "Don't Be Spoiled", or something akin to that. Honestly, the lyrics itself, although slang and forcibly poetic, isn't that bad. The meaning is clear, and its "modernistically" sensible. Just, not my cup of tea for the whole composition.

Anyways, my purpose slash challenge for myself today is to translate the whole song in english. Not in the same poetic way as it was composed but in literal terms.

Because! I feel like its going to be funny, especially if one tries to sing it in the tune with the video.

Lyrics:
Tagalog (English)

ang puti ng powder sa kanyang mukha (overly white powder on the face)

ang lipstick ay pulang pula, labi parang namamaga (lipstick too red, lips as if sore)

maririnig maya-maya (hearing later on)

pa-english, tag-lish habang nagseselfie (speaking in english, tag-lish, while taking a selfie)

syang pa-side view at nakatitig sa kanyang ganda (facing side view and staring at her beauty)

biglang nagsalita (suddenly she spoke)

oh gutom pala! (oh she's hungry!)

kumakalam na ang sikmura kung anu-anung inuna (stomach grumbling, doing other things first)

mag mamon ka nga (you eat mamon)

nakaka turn-off ka (you are such a turn off

asikasuhin pag-aaral (study first)

sayang ang matrikula (tuition waste)

huwag kang pabebe! (don't be spoiled!)

huwag kang pabebe (don't be spoiled)

huwag, huwag kang pabebe (don't ever be spoiled)

(chorus) [repeat]

hey miss miss miss excuse me please!

dumadami na mga pabebe, boom panis! (there are already many who are spoiled, boom rotten!)

labi mong matulis para bang nang-iinis (already sharp lips that seems to tease)

oh, bebe jan sa singet mo baka kita matiris (oh, spoiled you, i might pinch your groin) 

(verse 1)

miss miss miss excuse me please!

may inuutos pa ang nanny mo kaya bilis (you still have your mothers errand)

nu'ng kaartehan sinabog sa metropolis (when being pretentious was thrown in the metropolis) 

bakit mo sinalo? tuloy daming katalo! (why did you catch it? there are alot of enemies!)

(verse 2)

(chorus) [repeat]

pabebe di lang pambabae (being spoiled isn't just for girls)

may lalaking makikita mo sa videong (there are boys you can see taking videos)

tume-twerk it parang "miley" (twerking it like "miley")

porma'y inaanggulo (posing in an angle)

gwapong gwapo (very handsome)

pero bakit pungay ng kanyang mata kakaiba (but why are your eyes different)*

ang taray ng dating (the effect looks arrogant)

oh teka ate! (oh wait older sister!)

ano ba talaga? (what is it really?)

akala ko ay macho, ba't nilalabas ang dila? (i thought you are macho, why is your tongue out?)

kuya! nalilito na ako (older brother! i'm confused)

pero kahit ano pa… (but what ever it is...)

papa bakit nagpapabebe? (papa why are you trying to be spoiled?)

(chorus) [repeat]

(verse 1 & 2)

(chorus)

oh bebe wag pabebe (oh spoiled don't be spoiled)

huwag umarte ng di tama (don't act incorrectly)

baka mabebe bebe bebe bebe be beh buti nga! (you might be spoiled...) <not translating the next part because its a tagalog term that doesn't exactly translating into anything but the action "bleh", can be compared to "bleh bleh bleh bleh bleh you cannot catch me!" but not exactly>

(verse 3) [repeat]

(chorus)

(verse 3)

manahimik kayo walang makakapigil samin! (shut up no one can stop us!)

Okay, it was not fun to do. I honestly felt like I racked my brain in just finishing the whole thing. Further more I salute all the linguists that specializes in translating Tagalog (slang or not) into English and vice versa. I had to ask help using this website "Tagalog Lang" for some of the terms I don't normally encounter any direct english translation.

This experience is quite exhausting to do. Quite exhausting that it diminished the food I ate an hour ago into sweat, or the weather is just crazily humid right now. *laugh*

Either way. End point. There really is something distasteful about the music our current generation is releasing or composing. I can't avoid comparing it to the music of the later years, the years where I explored my taste for music. Saying that the music nowadays cannot be in par to the music then is true and unjust at the same time, because in the first place each music being released these days are not targeted for everyone. Just for the ones who will appreciate it, like almost all genre or types of medias released.

Hypocrite as I may sound, I feel compelled to abhor this song and wish that its fame would die a young death.

The Philippine music industry is not entirely dying, its just changing for the damn worse.