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2010年4月22日星期四
2010年1月3日星期日
《迷你噪音》黃昏池畔音樂會
老B
《迷你噪音》在1月28日(星期四)
黃昏5時至7時
到香港中文大學泳池旁，女工合作小賣店門前
開音樂會 ...
女工姊妹和中大學生們一直在開拓，
一個既關心社會，又實踐另類經濟的空間。
我們邀請大家來聽音樂，
也跟這班女工和學生認識交流，
為她們喝采打氣！
2010年1月1日星期五
CD1-10-Marks
Marks
(Music & Lyric: simple-person)
Memories filled with question marks, truncated ways
Chaos of flashes from the past, checkered lights and shades
Floating spirits that will not go and will not grow
Sinking dust that will not reply and will not comply
Restless marks of life and death, a decade flew by
What about marking a fullstop, let it transit
Dreams and bitter obsessions from the past, getting tiring
No forgetting and no heaviness from indignation
Serenely hold up the head, be astounded at the changes around
Perhaps someday, tears will be in the laughter
* Burgeoning grass will not seek solace in falling leaves
Slumbering together in fierce winter is for a greener dawn in spring
Like the mark of sorrow buried long ago in my mind
It will weather to forward a rebellious life
Perhaps there are marks in the streets, giving signs
Burgeoning grass under the wall, dancing steps of those days
The setting sun and the crimson hues, ...
... rising and falling, changing embodiments
Chasing after the street lamps, lights and shades go wild again
Young lives love the brightness and fear not getting lost
*
Young lives have their own implicit marks, ...
... sequeling the dancing steps
Old marks from the past, new angers
Wandering in the flamboyant vanities, ...
... mocking at the ostentation of the millennium
Falling for the crumbling walls deeply cracked by tribulations
Youthful and ridiculous lives themselves will shock
(Music & Lyric: simple-person)
Memories filled with question marks, truncated ways
Chaos of flashes from the past, checkered lights and shades
Floating spirits that will not go and will not grow
Sinking dust that will not reply and will not comply
Restless marks of life and death, a decade flew by
What about marking a fullstop, let it transit
Dreams and bitter obsessions from the past, getting tiring
No forgetting and no heaviness from indignation
Serenely hold up the head, be astounded at the changes around
Perhaps someday, tears will be in the laughter
* Burgeoning grass will not seek solace in falling leaves
Slumbering together in fierce winter is for a greener dawn in spring
Like the mark of sorrow buried long ago in my mind
It will weather to forward a rebellious life
Perhaps there are marks in the streets, giving signs
Burgeoning grass under the wall, dancing steps of those days
The setting sun and the crimson hues, ...
... rising and falling, changing embodiments
Chasing after the street lamps, lights and shades go wild again
Young lives love the brightness and fear not getting lost
*
Young lives have their own implicit marks, ...
... sequeling the dancing steps
Old marks from the past, new angers
Wandering in the flamboyant vanities, ...
... mocking at the ostentation of the millennium
Falling for the crumbling walls deeply cracked by tribulations
Youthful and ridiculous lives themselves will shock
CD1-09-The Spirits of Labourers
The Spirits of Laborers
(Music & Lyric: simple-person)
Sinuously my body is rambling, perching on the skeletons of buildings
Amidst the cross stitches of city scenes
and the tightly compressed mud, my stories are entombed
For every inhalation of toxics and dust, profit indexes are exhaled
Spiraling with the ups and downs of investments
and the extravagant annual firework display, my breath is flamed
Silently my back relates, how computer eats away at lives
On the heavily burdened shoulders and
inside the work-wretched sinews and bones, my trauma is buried
Oh … oh … … la … … la … …
It is my body condemning the ostentation of prosperity
Leaving the darkened corners, our work-eroded bodies will embrace
our will is unbending
Teardrops will come together, depositing sediments from the heaviness of time
Though dreams maybe trampled and destitute
spirits in the wind will always sing, the stories of laborers
(Music & Lyric: simple-person)
Sinuously my body is rambling, perching on the skeletons of buildings
Amidst the cross stitches of city scenes
and the tightly compressed mud, my stories are entombed
For every inhalation of toxics and dust, profit indexes are exhaled
Spiraling with the ups and downs of investments
and the extravagant annual firework display, my breath is flamed
Silently my back relates, how computer eats away at lives
On the heavily burdened shoulders and
inside the work-wretched sinews and bones, my trauma is buried
Oh … oh … … la … … la … …
It is my body condemning the ostentation of prosperity
Leaving the darkened corners, our work-eroded bodies will embrace
our will is unbending
Teardrops will come together, depositing sediments from the heaviness of time
Though dreams maybe trampled and destitute
spirits in the wind will always sing, the stories of laborers
CD1-08-How Wonderful Life Is
How Wonderful Life Is
(Music & Lyric: simple-person)
Breathing out a cloud of smoke,
reality is mysteriously cruel
How wonderful it is to sleep for half of the day
I realize with my body under the street light,
money flows via desire
How wonderful it is to remain at a state
in between consciousness and dreaminess
The pain from my attachment becomes worthless;
the hole in my heart cannot be fulfilled
How wonderful it is to remember
a sheer piece of memory in my mind
The flower signals a final warning:
a dream is like an eternal chasing
How wonderful it is to free my soul and
set it running with no regret
(Music & Lyric: simple-person)
Breathing out a cloud of smoke,
reality is mysteriously cruel
How wonderful it is to sleep for half of the day
I realize with my body under the street light,
money flows via desire
How wonderful it is to remain at a state
in between consciousness and dreaminess
The pain from my attachment becomes worthless;
the hole in my heart cannot be fulfilled
How wonderful it is to remember
a sheer piece of memory in my mind
The flower signals a final warning:
a dream is like an eternal chasing
How wonderful it is to free my soul and
set it running with no regret
CD1-06-Why I'm Here
Why I'm Here
(Music & Lyric: simple-person)
Ya ask me why I come here today,
well I tell ya, it's becuz I can't get the frustrations off my chest
I live in a corner somewhere in Hong Kong,
and I just wanna be able to meet the breadline
just a meager wish for a stable and happy life
but then the authorities say they will increase my rent,
and that I've been taking advantage of them
they say the rent in Hong Kong has been doubled, tripled and quadrupled
and they say that I am a "rich tenant" in the poor public housing estates
and that I should pay the market price
Well, ya've got a big mouth but don't take me for an idiot
looking back, I could have been so happy with my cottage and my field
but then ya suddenly played the authority shit
and took my little world away from me
ya even crapped the shit about "improving the quality of my life"
well, I know of a good Old Lee living in Shum Shui Po
he's been working round the clock to get his rent paid
then suddenly the authorities say they wanna renew this city
ha, what choice did he have but to accept the displacing "temporary settlement"
And ya think that the oldies and weakies in the community have no value at all
Ya displace them into faraway godforsaken places,
and ya stuff them into cramped birdcages in crumbling old estates
and oh, for single guys like Ah-Kui, sigh, they're really doomed
it's a real la la la …… …… la …… ……
the authorities just go on la ……la ……… and again they go la …… ….…
in the end they go la la …… …… so it's another la …… …… la ……
There's no justice at all in your unscrupulous hole-and-corner deals
ya reconstructed the public housing alright,
but then ya sold them to affordable homeowners to earn big bucks
it made the people queueing up to get into the public housing hatta wait
again for timeless ages
and then ya say the "rich tenants" are selfish and unreasonable
and ah, the media, they will hype up whatever shit the authorities talk
they hocus-pocus the figures,
hide away real living situations and voices of the communities
the lively energy of mutual help is ignored
and everybody is turned into just another number
Angrily I sing this song to condemn this system
the fat and big authorities and business pepole don't care a shit
about our rights of living, our rights to residency
everyone of us grassrooties in the community
hatta make an effort, gather our voices and change the policies
hey, Hongkong islanders, Kowloonese and folks from the New territories,
let's all gather in solidarity,
let's turn the public space into our discussion platform,
and we will directly voice out our demands
mutual help and encouragement make our action and our will strong
(Music & Lyric: simple-person)
Ya ask me why I come here today,
well I tell ya, it's becuz I can't get the frustrations off my chest
I live in a corner somewhere in Hong Kong,
and I just wanna be able to meet the breadline
just a meager wish for a stable and happy life
but then the authorities say they will increase my rent,
and that I've been taking advantage of them
they say the rent in Hong Kong has been doubled, tripled and quadrupled
and they say that I am a "rich tenant" in the poor public housing estates
and that I should pay the market price
Well, ya've got a big mouth but don't take me for an idiot
looking back, I could have been so happy with my cottage and my field
but then ya suddenly played the authority shit
and took my little world away from me
ya even crapped the shit about "improving the quality of my life"
well, I know of a good Old Lee living in Shum Shui Po
he's been working round the clock to get his rent paid
then suddenly the authorities say they wanna renew this city
ha, what choice did he have but to accept the displacing "temporary settlement"
And ya think that the oldies and weakies in the community have no value at all
Ya displace them into faraway godforsaken places,
and ya stuff them into cramped birdcages in crumbling old estates
and oh, for single guys like Ah-Kui, sigh, they're really doomed
it's a real la la la …… …… la …… ……
the authorities just go on la ……la ……… and again they go la …… ….…
in the end they go la la …… …… so it's another la …… …… la ……
There's no justice at all in your unscrupulous hole-and-corner deals
ya reconstructed the public housing alright,
but then ya sold them to affordable homeowners to earn big bucks
it made the people queueing up to get into the public housing hatta wait
again for timeless ages
and then ya say the "rich tenants" are selfish and unreasonable
and ah, the media, they will hype up whatever shit the authorities talk
they hocus-pocus the figures,
hide away real living situations and voices of the communities
the lively energy of mutual help is ignored
and everybody is turned into just another number
Angrily I sing this song to condemn this system
the fat and big authorities and business pepole don't care a shit
about our rights of living, our rights to residency
everyone of us grassrooties in the community
hatta make an effort, gather our voices and change the policies
hey, Hongkong islanders, Kowloonese and folks from the New territories,
let's all gather in solidarity,
let's turn the public space into our discussion platform,
and we will directly voice out our demands
mutual help and encouragement make our action and our will strong
CD1-05-Before and Thereafter
Before and Thereafter
(Music & Lyric: simple-person)
Without many hoorays, applauses, ovations
A youth in prime ill spent for the rest of life, only half-fed
And how much worries and sorrows to toss behind the back of ones’ mind
Hand in had we are today fearing not the fierce road ahead
Able are we to cry out boldly our rights
Arms in arms entwined before and thereafter
Despite losses and gains our comradeship never fades
Highest regards to all the hardships you have overcome
One cry resounded by a thousand others: hay ho hay ho
The forgotten soul in me now urges to sing
Labour has changed this harbour
Labourers make history before and thereafter
(Music & Lyric: simple-person)
Without many hoorays, applauses, ovations
A youth in prime ill spent for the rest of life, only half-fed
And how much worries and sorrows to toss behind the back of ones’ mind
Hand in had we are today fearing not the fierce road ahead
Able are we to cry out boldly our rights
Arms in arms entwined before and thereafter
Despite losses and gains our comradeship never fades
Highest regards to all the hardships you have overcome
One cry resounded by a thousand others: hay ho hay ho
The forgotten soul in me now urges to sing
Labour has changed this harbour
Labourers make history before and thereafter
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