At the age of 27, I finally got a job, collected the youthful years of the invisible prodigal son, went to work, got off work, had a meeting, and received a paycheck. And the tide of people together with the rise and fall, and the days together to hide in a calm harbor, rest.
On the desk there is a thick pile of various colors of paper, over the years to write songs, poems, novels, essays, movie scripts sleep in these different schools, units head of the paper, and even their own have no time to look at, I do not know has been busy with something. Until recently as a white-collar, only after dinner when sitting idle flip, surprised at their own young words written so good-looking, but also can be several tens of thousands of words to the end of the thing, all the way to see over, and found myself writing lyrics are getting shorter and shorter, change more and more places, *** day reduce, artisanal gas increased frequently, not sad disappointment and frustration hair throwing pen sealed piano wash and go to bed also.
I've picked ten of my favorite old songs, all of which have never been published, and I'm ready to use them to maintain my livelihood and reputation when I can't write a song in the future. Now since people give me a job, pay me a salary, I can't return the favor, so I'll just offer a record, not only to repay the kindness, but also to give myself a clean break, and I hope to be able to respect the former masters as I do, there is a memorial from the beginning to the end of the accumulation of the true heart. 27 years old is a good year, the three nine-year period of the past colorful, like a cocktail put on for a long time. The album is called "Youth Without Regrets".
Thank you good friends, thank you can still remember those days, sing those years ago old songs. Thank you for still shedding tears in the studio, washing away the shame brought to us by this dirty fame and fortune.
Growing up is the balance of longing and nostalgia, and when it's tilted so far that it falls down, what kind of sound should be used to soothe those nights when you lose sight of it. You have made me happy and you have made me sad, you have made me sing and you have made me silent, don't blame me.
Album tracks
01. Good Wind Long Chant
02. Model Love Letter
03. After the Rain in B Minor
04. Winter Campus
05. Youth with No Regrets
06. The Era of the White Clothes
07. The Moon
08. Echoes
08. 09. Deserted Mound
10. Long Time Gone
Lyrics Good Wind Long ChantEvery girlfriend I've ever been good friends with asks me why I keep blowing on one hand when I'm reading a book, and I say, "I'm sweating." There is no longer a man who travels thousands of miles alone to make a promise to his friends. There is no longer a woman who says, "I will spend my whole life to make you happy for one day. Eagles only fly on TV, and heroes only exist in drunken ravings. The sword hangs in the museum, even if you have it, what can pierce? Turning up all the volume, and then turning it up again, will be our last courage.
Lyrics: Gao Xiaosong
Arranged by Li Yanliang
Performed by Liu Huan
Guitar: Li Yanliang
Bass. Yue Haokun
Keyboard: Xiao Ke
Drums: Zhao Muyang
Every time I hear you guys
shouting over the thousands of mountains
you call out
I vaguely understand
that you've never seen an iceberg before.
You say the sky is blue there
You can't get drunk on horse's milk wine
The eagle flies on your shoulder
The tombstones of the Yinshan Mountain were flattened by a sword
The ashes of the 10,000-mile journey on a single horse
The crimes and sins that were drowned by a downpour of rain
No one ever returns to the Yangguan Pass after leaving the west
The river flows through the thousands of hills
And the boat will end up in the river.
Listen to the wind and sing a long song
Look at the beauty as a dream
Do not look at the bright moon and the strong pass
Do not leave behind the flying swallows and the jade ring
Meet each other and talk and laugh like a madman
Farewell to the wine on the shoulder
Drinking the Yellow River's water from the sky
Wake up with wine and willows, the moon is broken, and
Singing the laughter and pride of the river and offering a sacrifice to the ocean
The goose crosses the cold pool, and there are a few things that can be done to make the river more beautiful. p> Geese crossing the cold pool there are a few back to return (Gao Fei)
Model Love LettersWe have all passed the age of writing love letters, sing a good song for that countless times the sweetness and sadness that wells up in the heart, for the countless nights and the long streets, those under the street lamps a goodbye to not return.
Lyrics: Gao Xiaosong
Arranged by: Xiao Ke
Performed by: Old Wolf
Guitar: Li Yanliang
Percussion. Liu Xiaosong
Piano: Xiao Ke
I'm the oak tree you sit in front of your window
I'm the book you hold in your hand when you first shed a tear
I'm the candle you stare at on a spring night
I'm the chu-chu dress you put on in autumn
I want you to open the window you hang on a summer day. I want you to open the window you hung in the summer
I want you to hold my hand and linger in the afternoon
I want you to watch me watch you
Tell me in silence about the sadness of my first love
This city has spread out its map of loneliness
How can I find you waiting for me
I grew up lonely on the strings of the streets like every child in love
On the streets and the strings of the lyre
I grew up lonely on the streets and the lyres of the lyres.
Lyrics: Gao Xiaosong
Arranged by: Cao Jun
Performed by: Ye Bei
Guitar: Cao Jun
Percussion: Liu Haosong
Percussion: Liu Haosong
The first time I've ever seen this song, I'm not sure if it was a good one.
A slanting sunset
A pair of mandarin ducks with red palms
A lonely village on the plain
A section of broken heartedness
A pair of hands holding a bleak time
A pair of two people along the back of the direction of the
A pair of words can be covered up by the panic
Two words can be covered up by the panic
Two words can be covered up by the panic
Two words can be covered up by the panic
Two words can be covered up by the panic
Two words can be covered up by the panic
A place you can forget after two years
My heart is like a home under the old tree in the west wind
Wildflowers by the pond
After the rain, how do I dance~wah~dance~la~
Winter CampusWandering to Xiamen in 1990, I stayed in a staircase corner of the Xiamen University, and I drunkenly wandered around the campus with a friend who was a painter in the evening, and I wrote this song. The song was written in the middle of the night.
Lyrics: Gao Xiaosong
Arranged by: Xiao Ke
Performed by: Xiao Ke
Piano/MIDI Engineering: Xiao Ke
The song was written in the style of a traditional Chinese song.
Bass: Wang Xiaodong
Strings: Principal of each ensemble
My dear brother
Take a stroll around the winter campus with me, and tell me about
That pretty girl
Mr. White Hair
The girl with the white hair, and the guy with the white hair, and the guy with the white hair.
While there's no one and no wind
When I left
It was just like now
And the leaves were falling, just like now
And there were pretty girls and white-haired gentlemen
And a few love poets
And a few vagabonds
I remember that the tavern at the front door
And there were often people who cried out loud.
In the dark woods, there were sighs
And the tape recorder in the dormitory
played "Love you, love you, love you" every day
But every holiday
you all left in a huff
And this winter campus was just like it used to be
And peaceful and serene, just like it used to be
There were pretty girls and white-haired men
But no one ever came to visit us anymore
And we had a lot of people to talk to.
But no one came to sing the songs of old
I remember the tavern in front of the school
And there were often loud cries
And sighs in the dark woods
And the tape recorder in the dormitory
Played "Love you, love you, love you" every day
But every holiday, you all left in a huff
My dear brother.
Take a stroll around the winter campus with me and tell me about
The pretty girl with the white hair
Take advantage of the fact that there's no one and there's no wind
Youth has no regrets
Written at the beginning of 1991, I wandered back to Beijing, and when I found the guitar, there were only three strings left on it. I'm not sure if I've ever heard a song like that before, but I'm not sure if I've ever heard a song like that before, but I'm not sure if I've ever heard a song like that before, but I'm not sure if I've ever heard a song like that before, but I've never heard one before. They are like those things called years that slip through our fingertips and occasionally come back to us.
Lyrics: Gao Xiaosong
Arranged by Xiao Ke
Performed by: Old Wolf, Ye Bei
Guitar: Zhou Di
Bass. Wang Xiaodong
Piano: Xiao Ke
Strings: Principal of each group
Harmonica: Yang Le
The beginning of the beginning is us singing
The last of the last.
The first time I saw a woman in a room, she was a woman in a room, and she was a woman in a room.
There's always someone who keeps repeating what we've done
They all say it's youth without regrets, and that includes all the love we've had
They all still talk about the promise of a lifetime
They all say, "Dear, dear, forever"
They all say, "My darling, my darling forever"
They all say, "My darling, darling forever"
They all say, "My darling, darling forever"
They all say, "My darling, darling forever"
They all say, "My darling, darling forever... forever... forever... forever... forever... forever.. forever.. forever... forever.. Young as your face
Forever and ever and ever, the same eyes
A Suite in Honor of a PoetAll three songs were written as a suite after learning of a poet's death in a while, and it seems that every brilliant person should not die a mediocre death, especially when he was the end of an era. I can't talk about remembrance, just a chance to express my feelings. I can't describe exactly what that era was like, but I remember the poetry books in my bag, the poetry club on campus, and the bookmarks full of little poems that the girls collected. At that time, writing a poem was more common than receiving a letter for a popular song nowadays. It was a time of snowy white clothes, surrounded by talent and flavor, plagiarism and warmth. The dead are happy, and we're going to continue to sit around in this comically desperate world, writing copy for a porridge record in the dark, and trying to tell about you.
In honor of one of the poets, "The Age of White Clothes"
Lyrics: Gao Xiaosong
Arranged by Xiao Ke
Performed by Ye Bei
< Strong> Guitar: Li Yanliang
Bass: Wang Xiaodong
Keyboard: Xiao Ke
Drums: Zhao Muyang
Strings: All Ensembles Principal
Chorus: (Female) Barbie; (Male) Xiao Ke, Park, Yin Wu, Yu Dong, Wu Hong Yuan
When the autumn wind stops at the tips of your hair, on the shoulders of the red sunset
You watch the clear pulse of the leaves, and she falls in response to the sound of the leaves
You listen in silence to a camel's bell, like a piece of ancient history. A camel's bell, like an old letter
You turned around and locked the door, and no one ever came to ask you again
A baby cried night after night, a companion to an unknown past life
The flowers bloomed under the soil and waited for the rain to fall on the sky
Every time you looked up in panic, you watched the clouds rise and fall, and the changes took place
Winter couldn't wait for spring, spring couldn't wait for fall, and the white heads couldn't wait for the white heads to turn. White Heads
Let's go and shake our heads at this intersection where the night is as cold as water
The young man who sang is no longer in the wind, and you still miss him
That time when white clothes fluttered in the wind
That time when white clothes fluttered in the wind
In Memoriam The Moon
Lyrics: Gao Xiaosong
Arranged by: Xiao Ke
Performed by: Wolf
Guitar: Li Yanliang
Keyboard:Xiao Ke
Until the stars close their eyes
Until the night lulls love to sleep
Until the fall is far away
Until suddenly you wake up
Heavy rains, heavy winds, the wind is in the forest
The boats on the sea are swaying and the curtains are waving on the floors
Do you know that they are finally here
The wind is in the forest
You know that they are here? At last
Do you sing a dirge or do you pray
One day the children asked me
What's in that book
What did I say? What did I say
Why did I why did I sing
I sang a song
The day when the winds blew over the ocean
And the whimpering was like a young man's tears.
How many people would open their windows
How many people would look at the moon in a state of infatuation
So blue the moon
That distant moon
The moon
In Memory of the Poet No. 3: Echoes
Lyrics and Music:Gao Xiaosong <
Arranged by: Xiao Ke
Performed by: Ye Bei
Piano: Xiao Ke
When the kite flew over the city
Whom are you waiting for when you hold up that flower
That day, the sun went down
You have never said anything to me.
When you left the city
It was dark when the movie ended
You left the ocean
Leaving me with only blue echoes
You waved your hand, and it was the silence that preceded the dawn
I couldn't see your face for the moment
You waved your hand, and it was the sun that caught my eyes
You waved your hand, and it was the sun that caught my eyes
You waved your hand, and it was the sun that caught my eyes
I didn't hear you say it.
I couldn't hear if you were saying goodbye
ArakatsukaThis song is in honor of the band Bronze, written in an architecture elective class in 1989, it was the band's repertoire and was performed at one of the few parties, with Wolf as the lead singer. strong>
Wolf: Busy traveling, doing interviews and working on his next album.
Jiang Tao: After graduating from school, he worked as a publicist for Zhengda Records, then quit to work in the underground.
Dai Tao: After graduating, he got married and worked as a translator for the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications, then quit and divorced to form a band with Jiang Tao***.
Tian Jing by: after graduation into the construction bank, resigned, joined Jiang Tao, Dai Tao band.
Xu Ningfeng: After graduation, he returned to Nanjing and opened a chemical import and export company to become a big money in Nanjing, and then secretly returned to Beijing to marry the girl who had a close relationship with "Bronze" as his wife.
Bai Fanglin: now Dou Wei's keyboardist.
Zhao Wei: After graduating, he became a music teacher, but is now at home.
Lu Fei: produces music programs for Beijing Cable TV.
Gao Xiaosong: He now works for Maitian Music, producing his own and others' albums.
Lyrics: Gao Xiaosong
Arranged by: Zero Point
Performed by: Zero Point
Vocals: Zhou Xiao'ou
Guitars: Dahao
Bass. : Wang Xiaodong
Keyboard: Cao Lemeng
Drums: Ermao
I don't know where I was born
I don't know if I'm going to cry when I'm born
I don't know where I'm going
I'm singing
I don't know where you were born
Did anyone cry when you died
I don't know where you're going
Your tombstone points to the bleak sky
You sang the song of the Expedition to the Seaside when you went away
Your youth was not afraid of the mountains and the waters
Your hair was long, and you wailed in the wind against the sky
Your father's father's son was a man of the sea, who had no idea that he was a man of the sea.
Your father and brother were proud of you
But you wandered
Did you ever find a place to go
You wandered
Where is your dream home
A long time ago
In 1993, I was on a business trip to Yantai, and I couldn't sleep at night because of the noise of the open-air karaoke downstairs, so I went downstairs and walked around, and I didn't write a song at all. I have not written a song in two years. The farther I walked, the more the karaoke sound faded, the sea breeze came like thunder, and many things that I thought had been drowned out came to me, and then I remembered an old song by my friend Yang Dantao, and then I imitated it to make this song. Writing songs is a kind of addiction, just like memories are a kind of disease, and sentimentality is a kind of disability that can't be cured for life.
Lyrics: Gao Xiaosong
Arranged by: Xiao Ke
Performed by: Old Wolf
Piano: Xiao Ke
The long-lost thing is still sweet to remember
The long-lost thing is still sweet to remember
The long-lost thing is still sweet to remember
The long-lost person is still sweet to remember
The long-lost person is still sweet to remember
The long-lost thing is still sweet to remember
The long-lost people are still in the first albumThe blue mailbox you left behind I still have to look at it from time to time
The pink curtains you took away are now floating in front of whoever is in front of the window
Thinking about the first time when the first face is not very far away
Shy you asked me about the fate of the two people
Hold your little hand and kiss your red smile
You are overwhelmed by the fact that you leaned on my shoulder and said that you will always be there.
The sound of laughter was just like that of the Phoenix trees
The occasional glance back at a pair of eyes pierced my deepest heart
The years don't leave anyone behind, no matter how deep the oaths are
You and I will grow old, and I won't even remember what we look like
Only your little Jingxi is still hidden in my diary
The red leaf with the engraving of the two hearts.
It's a reminder of my youth.