There is a thick stack of papers of various colors on the desk. Songs, poems, novels, essays and movie scripts written in these years are all buried in the papers on the heads of these different schools and units. Even I don't have time to watch it, and I don't know what I have been busy with. Until recently, I became a white-collar worker and only looked through it when I was sitting around after dinner. I was surprised that when I was young, my handwriting was so beautiful that I could finally write tens of thousands of words. Looking at it all the way, I found that the lyrics written were getting shorter and shorter, and more and more places were changed. * * * decreases day by day, and the anger of craftsmen increases frequently. I am very sad and disappointed.
Pick and choose, picked ten old songs that I liked before, all of which have never been published, and I am going to use them to make a living and fame when I don't write songs in the future. Now, since people give me a job and pay me, they just present a record, which not only rewards the virtue of knowing what they have learned, but also gives themselves a simple conclusion, hoping to have a sincere commemoration from beginning to end, like their revered predecessors. Twenty-seven years old is a good year, and three nine years have passed in bright colors, like cocktails that have been put on for a long time. The album is called "Youth Without Regret".
Thank you, my good friends, for remembering those days and singing those old songs from many years ago. Thank you for crying in the recording studio and washing away the shame brought by this dirty vanity fair.
Growth is the balance of longing and nostalgia. When it has fallen, what kind of sound should be used to comfort those nights that have lost their eyes? You make me happy, you make me sad, you make me sing, you make me silent. Don't blame me.
The album track 0 1. Haofeng Long song
02. model love letter
03. After the rain in B minor
04. Winter campus
05. Youth without regrets
06. The era of white fluttering
07. Moon
08.echo
09. Arazuka
10. Long-lost events
Every girlfriend I've ever been with will ask me why I keep blowing my hands while reading, and I say, "I'm sweating." There is no longer a man who walks alone in Wan Li and promises to his friends. There is no longer a woman who "will struggle all her life and live well". Eagles only fly on TV, and heroes only exist in drunken nonsense. This sword hangs in the museum. Even if there is, what can it pierce? Turn up all the volume, and then turn it up. This will be our last courage.
Lyrics: Gao
Arranged by Li Yanliang
Singing: Liu Huan
Guitar: Li Yanliang
Bass: Yue Haokun
Keyboard: Xiaoke
Drum: Zhao Muyang
Every time I listen to you,
Qianshan is shouting
Your phone
I vaguely understand.
Never seen an iceberg.
You said the sky there was blue.
Is koumiss drunk?
The eagle is flying on your shoulder.
A sword leveled the tombstone of Yinshan Mountain.
Riding Wan Li's ashes alone
The crime of drowning in heavy rain
No one came back after the yangguan pass in the west.
Shandong Jiangliuqian
The boat ends here.
Listen to the wind singing.
Looking at a dreamy beauty
Don't look at the bright moon
Liu bu Yan Fei Yu Huan
Laugh wildly when you meet.
Don't sell alcohol on your shoulders at other times.
Drink, how the water of the Yellow River flows out of heaven.
Wine wakes the willows and the waning moon * * *
Sing the legendary swordsman's Sacrifice to the Sea.
How many geese return to the cold pool (fly high)
We are all over the age of writing love letters. Singing a beautiful song is for the countless sweetness and sadness that once flooded our hearts, for the countless nights and long streets, and for the farewell of those street lamps that are gone forever.
Lyrics: Gao
Arrange by Xiaoke
Singing: Lao lang
Guitar: Li Yanliang
Strike: Liu Xiaosong
Piano/Chorus: Xiaoke
I am the oak tree where you sit by the window.
I am the book at hand when you first shed tears.
I am the candle you stare at on a spring night.
I am the beautiful dress you put on in autumn.
I want you to open your summer window.
I want you to hold my hand and walk in the afternoon.
I want you to look at me, look into your eyes.
Tell me the sadness of my first love silently.
The city unfolded its lonely map.
How can I find the place where you wait for me?
I am like every child in love.
Growing up alone on the strings in the street
This song was written in B minor in the summer after the rain in 1995, with no words. Six months later, I played word games at home, and there were no songs. Suddenly I had a brainwave and turned out the old songs to match. It was a perfect fit, but I smiled and said, "God sent me."
Lyrics: Gao
Arranged by Cao Jun
Singing: Ye Bei
Guitar: Cao Jun
Strike: Liu Xiaosong
An oblique sunset that was warm and cold at first.
A pair of mandarin ducks flicked their red palms.
A remote village far from the original.
Broken-hearted ribbon fragments
Holding the hazy time in both hands
Two people follow the whereabouts of the back.
Two words can cover up panic.
Where you can forget in two years.
My heart is like a family under the old west wind tree.
Wild flowers fell by the pond.
How to dance after rain ~ Wow ~ Dance ~ La ~
1990 The campus wandered to Xiamen in the winter and lived in the corner on the first floor of Xiamen University. I got drunk at night and wandered around the campus with a painting friend, and wrote this song on the way.
Lyrics: Gao
Arrange by Xiaoke
Singing: Xiaoke
Piano /MIDI Project: Small.
Beth: Wang Xiaodong
String orchestra: the leader of each group
My brother Del Alma
Walk around the winter campus with me and tell me about it.
That pretty girl.
Mr. baifa
No one and no wind.
When I left,
Just like now.
The leaves are as dim as they are now.
A gentleman with a beautiful girl and white hair
Several love poets
A few stray singers
Remember the bar in front of the school?
People often cry loudly.
Someone sighed in the dark Woods.
The recorder in that dormitory
I love you, every day.
But every holiday
You all left in a hurry.
This winter, the campus is like the past.
Peace and tranquility are like old times.
A gentleman with a beautiful girl and white hair
It's just that no one will sing those old songs anymore.
Remember the bar in front of the school?
People often cry loudly.
Someone sighed in the dark Woods.
The recorder in that dormitory
I love you, every day.
But you leave in a hurry every holiday.
My brother Del Alma
Walk around the winter campus with me and tell me about it.
That beautiful girl, that white-haired gentleman
No one and no wind.
"Youth Without Regret" was written at the beginning of 199 1. I wandered around and returned to Beijing. When I found the guitar, it had only three strings left. So I wrote this song in nine beats. Many years later, when I recorded this song, the old wolf cried in the shed. I asked him why. He said that he remembered the words engraved on the tree in front of the Eighth Lieutenant Colonel with his girlfriend. He was in the dark shed and I was in the control room, talking about those things through the microphone. They are like those things called years that slip through our fingers, and occasionally come to mind.
Lyrics: Gao
Arrange by Xiaoke
Singing: Lao Lang, Ye Bei.
Guitar: Zhou Di
Beth: Wang Xiaodong
Piano: Xiaoke
String orchestra: the leader of each group
Harmonica: Yang Le
At first we sang.
Finally, finally, we left.
Dearest, you are like a landscape in a dream.
I'm sure you will go when you wake up.
A face without sadness is my teenager.
Don't panic, wait for the years to change.
The street that knows you and me best is already sunset.
People say goodbye to each other in the street.
You said you had no regrets about your youth, including your love for me.
You said that time will change the promise of a lifetime.
You say goodbye, dear.
Turn your young face.
Tears and smiling eyes.
Whose voice is singing our song?
Whose strings pluck my heartstrings?
There is always a song of youth in the street, which remains after you leave.
There is always someone repeating what happened to us.
It is said that youth has no regrets, including all love.
They are still talking about their lifelong vows.
Always say honey, honey.
As young as your face.
Tears and smiling eyes.
Dear dear (harmonious) dear forever young face
Never changing eyes.
The three songs in "Suite in Memory of the Poet" were all written after learning that the poet had died for some time. It seems that every outstanding person should not die in an ordinary way, especially when he is the terminator of an era. Not to commemorate, just want to find an opportunity to express their feelings. I can't describe the exact face of that era. I only remember the poems in those schoolbags, the poetry club on campus, and the bookmarks filled with small poems collected by girls. At that time, writing a poem received more letters than singing a red song now. It was an era when white clothes were better than snow, surrounded by talents and customs, wild and warm. The dead are happy, and we will continue to sit in this ridiculous and desperate world, writing a record in the dark and trying to tell you.
In memory of a poet, when white clothes were fluttering.
Lyrics: Gao
Arrange by Xiaoke
Singing: Ye Bei
Guitar: Li Yanliang
Beth: Wang Xiaodong
Keyboard: Xiaoke
Drum: Zhao Muyang
String orchestra: the leader of each group
Chorus: (female) Barbie doll; (Male) Xiao Ke, Pu Shu, Yin Wu, Yu Dong, Wu Hongyuan.
When the autumn wind stops on the shoulders of your sharp red sun and sunset glow.
You look at the clear pulse of the leaves, and she falls down.
You listen to the camel bell quietly, like an ancient letter.
You turned and locked the door, and no one asked.
That night, the babies kept crying for the company of the unknown past life.
The flowers in the morning pavilion are under the soil, waiting for the drizzle to overwhelm them.
Every time you raise your flustered face, look at the changes in Yun Qi.
Winter can't wait for spring, spring can't wait for autumn, and bald heads can't wait.
Let's go and shake your head at the intersection where the night is as cold as water.
The boy who sings is gone, and you still miss him.
The era of white clothes fluttering.
The era of white clothes fluttering.
The era of white clothes fluttering.
The era of white clothes fluttering.
In memory of the second poet, the moon
Lyrics: Gao
Arrange by Xiaoke
Singing: Lao lang
Guitar: Li Yanliang
Keyboard: Xiaoke
Until the stars close their eyes
Until I fall asleep in love at night.
Until autumn, I want to talk and travel.
Until you suddenly wake up.
The heavy rain poured down on the top of the forest like the wind.
The curtains are swaying on the swaying ship.
You know, they finally came.
Do you sing elegy or pray?
One day, the children asked me
What's that book about?
I said what I said.
Why did I why did I sing a song?
I sang a song.
On which day does the sunset wind blow over the ocean?
Sobbing sounds like a teenager's tears.
How many people will open the window?
How many people are looking?
So the blue moon.
The distant moon
moon
The third "Echo" in memory of the poet
Lyrics: Gao
Arrange by Xiaoke
Singing: Ye Bei
Piano: Xiaoke
When the kite flies over the city.
Who are you waiting for with that flower?
What the sunset was like that day.
You never told me.
When you leave this city,
It's the end of the movie that darkens.
You left this ocean.
All I have left is a blue echo.
When you wave, it is the silence before dawn.
I finally didn't see your face at that moment.
You waved just in time to let the sun penetrate my eyes.
I finally didn't understand what you said.
Arazuka wanted to use this song to commemorate the "Bronze" band, which was written in an elective course of architecture in 1989. This was the performance of the "Bronze" band at that time, and it was performed at some parties, with Lao Lang as the lead singer. At that time, students from various schools who participated in this band successively looked like this today:
Lao Lang: Busy with acupuncture, interviewing and worrying about the next album.
Jiang Tao: After graduation, he joined Zheng Da Record Company to do corporate publicity, and then resigned to engage in underground music.
Dai Tao: After graduation, she got married and worked as an interpreter in the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications, then resigned and divorced, and formed a band with Jiang Tao.
Jing Tian: After graduation, he joined China Construction Bank, and then resigned to join Jiang Tao and Dai Tao.
Xu: After graduation, he returned to Nanjing, set up a chemical import and export company and became a rich man in Nanjing. Later, he secretly returned to Beijing and married the girl who was very close to "Bronze".
Bai Fanglin: Now she is the keyboard player of Dou Wei Band.
Zhao Wei: I became a music teacher after graduation, and now I quit my job at home.
Luffy: Now I'm making music programs for Beijing Cable TV.
G: Now "Music in the Rye" starts to work, making its own and others' albums.
Lyrics: Gao
Arrangement: zero point
Singing: zero point
Lead singer: Zhou Xiaoou.
Guitar: heavy hair
Beth: Wang Xiaodong
Keyboard: Cao
Drum: 20 cents
I don't know where I was born
Will I cry after I am born?
I don't know where I'm going
I am singing a ballad without my motherland.
I don't know where you were born
Did anyone cry when you died?
I don't know where you are going.
Your tombstone points to the desolate sky.
You sang a ballad when you left.
You are young and not afraid of mountains and rivers.
Your long hair screams at the sky in the wind.
Your parents and brothers are also proud of you.
But you wander
Have you ever found a place to go?
You wander
Where is the hometown of dreams?
Long-lost 1993 Yantai was on a business trip. I couldn't sleep at night because of karaoke downstairs and outdoors, so I went downstairs. At that time, I was busy making a living and didn't write a song for two years. Going further and further, when karaoke faded away, the sea breeze thundered, and many things I thought had been submerged followed. Then I remembered an old song of my friend Yang and copied it into this song. Writing songs is an addiction, just like remembering is a disease.
Lyrics: Gao
Arrange by Xiaoke
Singing: Lao lang
Piano: Xiaoke
It's sweet to think of long-lost things.
Long-lost people are still in the first album
I will look at the blue mailbox you left from time to time.
Whose window is the pink curtain you are taking away now?
I feel that the first side is not far away.
Shy, you asked me the fate of two people.
Hold your little hand and kiss your red smiling face.
You're at a loss. You leaned on my shoulder and said you would always
Time leaves no trace, forgetting the people you love.
You and I will be old and can't even see the photos clearly.
Only your little thing is still hidden in my diary.
Red as fire, a maple leaf engraved with your heart and mine.
Back to our campus that afternoon.
Three, three, two cars of girls are coming from the sun.
That laughter floated among the buttonwood trees like that year.
Occasionally, a pair of eyes looking back stung my deepest heart.
Time will not leave anyone behind, no matter how deep the oath is.
You and I will be too old to remember what we look like.
Only your little Jingxi is still hidden in my diary
Red leaves engraved with two hearts
It was my youth anniversary.