CD2-15-Train

Train
(Music & Lyric: simple-person)

It’s a dream too old.
It’s a proverb too much.
It’s a story mused with no end.
Will it echo in your heart?

I love the song shouted wild by ...
... the running train under the moonlight,
in the field of youth,
for the utopia dreamed alive,
the dream you’ve kept deep ...
... since that time, that day, that year.

The moon asked the train that night,
“Does the wilderness ever know your song?”
Lonesome fight in this search ...
... for the unseen utopia,
which dream is the heartly urged?

CD2-11-End or Beginning

End or Beginning
(Music: simple-person; Lyric: adapted from a poem, "End or Beginning", by Bei Dao)

I am standing here
To substitute another being killed
There’s no other choices
On where I will be falling
There will stand another one

Over my shoulder, is the wind
Over the wind, the twinkling stars

Perhaps one day
The sun turned into a shriveled wreath ...
... laying on every tomb of the unyielding fighters
The tombs that are growing like a forest

The crows, the fragments of tonight
A profusion of darkness

CD2-10-The Fall

The Fall
(Music & lyric: Edmund LEUNG)

Tear down the houses, Tear down the walls
Climb down from fences, The empire will fall

Surrender to voices, Surrender to the void
Climb down from fences, The empire will fall

CD2-07-Dead Valley

Dead Valley
(Music & Lyric: simple-person)

How many childhood dreams
Faded and forgotten
Slowly, silently, I’ve abided to live on

Pretending I’m free
Got some complaints, but, I let it go
Offering my bloomy youth, I’ve abided

I love you, obsessed with the woods
Collecting verses, in the mist and rain
Cultivating flowers in the dead valley

How many times, you turn around in a hush
In the wind, darkness and cold, you smile and say,
“The best ever scenery is this dead valley!”

CD2-06-Pirate Song

Pirate Song
(Music & Lyric: WONG Yan-kwai; Intro: In C by T. Riley)

Hill not turning; wave turn
Sea not turning; land turn
Half the Earth behind the ship, half the Earth ahead

Water not turning, land turn
Hill not turning, road turn
Five dumpy at the stern, six or seven under the cabin

Fish not turning, wave turn
Wind not turning, land turn
Heart not turning, land turn
Bowl not turning, rice turn
The bow smashing the wave, half above and half beneath

CD2-05-Garden

Garden
(Music & Lyric: simple-person)

Will the rain drip again from my roof,
Will fragrance of flowers fly again through my window,
Will I see the sunset shine again on your face …
… while you sit in front of the hut

I search for your smiles in the farm,
And search for your chants that you’ve been persisting,
And the tears that tell your heart and water the roselle days.

Our hands clasped tightly,
Defending the gentleness of this deserted garden,
Until the time when we are torn apart,
Obstinacy stays on our faces.

(To be continued)

CD2-04-Mountain Song

Mountain Song
(Music & Lyric: simple-person)

Hey Ho Hey Ho ... We've got no mountain song here.
Hey Ho Hey Ho ... No, no mountain song. So what!
Hey Ho Hey Ho ... Let's write our own mountain song.
Hey Ho Hey Ho ... What should we sing about then?

If we can save our village,
this song will have a home.
If we can't save our village,
this song will have no homeland.
If we can save our village,
this song will be bold and loud.
If we can't save out village,
this song ... will roam the land.

CD2-03-Barefoot

Barefoot
(Music: simple-person; Lyric: LIU Wai-tong)

Barefoot stepping, barefoot stepping
Feet no shoes, child no home
Barefoot stepping, barefoot stepping
Bulldozer cut the crop

Build the highrise, steamy hot, fat the giant mice
Build the highrise, thin the people

Barefoot red, barefoot red
Glasses clinking, devils smiling
Barefoot red, barefoot red
People’s blood and sweat in vain

Speed up the iron, crazy the train, the giant mice too
Speed up the iron, crashing homes and dreams

Barefoot stepping, barefoot stepping
Strengthen our feet to stop the machine
Barefoot stepping, barefoot stepping
Feet in the mud, home we are on Earth

CD2-02-Casual Workers

Casual Workers
(Music & Lyric: simple-person)

Boss are tricky
Breaking down a full time job into pieces
Violating the principles of laws and usual practices
We got nothing protected

Poor we casual workers
We work so hard but still not enough
We have contributed and should have our rights
Let’s go out and fight

We bear the bitterness and hardship everyday
Just for the money with blood and sweat
Shrugging our shoulders, close our eyes
Smile for the days
I’m proud, thru all ups and downs, I’m still who I am
Just some snowy hair wavering in the wind