Sweet Revenge - Dizi (Chinese flute) and Percussion

Lyrics

Adding salt to your silhouette

Pickling

Air-drying

When I am Aged

Going with Wine

Notes

This is a story about time; and the time is such an existence quite out of timeliness.

For common people in the world, it makes no difference for them to live for single year or a dozen, just as the rolling river. Consequently, it seems that time is not so vital for us, for it is unobservable as the air.

Thus, immersed in the time, we should pay more attention to the living state of one generation rather than that of an individual. In last generation, the society did evil to the civilians, and the civilians did not show any mercy to the society. In comparison with them, our 80s generation was full of ease and sweet happiness; however, it is the very happiness that became the cause of our crazy revenge. So as it is going on, more and more imbroglios, disputes and killings take place...We cannot help but become the devils who have created such kind of eccentric and strange era!

Twenty years ago, a famous Taiwanese poet, Xia Yu, became famous overnight for Sweet Revenge, which still inspires people. Even in the mainland China, relatively lagging behind the world at large, people are indulged in preserved happiness and excitement and it shines through the times——from which we can conclude that masterpieces are eternal.

The experiment on music this time is to get out more potentialities from these two bandsmen. They can sing, chant, play music and rap and tap in the performance. And their actions express everything, and they love each other (as opposed to mutual resentment and hostility commonly seen among humans nowadays). At this very moment, they have only each other in this vast world.

The last movement of music witnesses the time tickling again, which means those annual rings are just relative to humans. Because of this, the publications through TV, radio, newspapers, albums and other media have become witnesses of the past years. In each second, ruthless and cruel things happen in different corners of the world, and what we can do is just to record them.

Still, this melody is to be dedicated to my mother, who has given me all her best during the past twenty years and who, by God’s blessing, will still do so in the next scores of years. While children can never do so much for parents, I, fortunately, can still compose for the high praise of my mother.

Chant Text of the movement VI - Don’t you feel the morning becomes her?

Don’t you feel

The morning becomes her?

Don’t you feel that it becomes her?

Running, for instance

Opening an old cookie tin becomes her

Reading all the old damp letters

She is the very image of a cork in a wine bottle.

Don’t you feel that bolting cross a starry sky becomes her?

Having a will of her own becomes her

And other things become her too

For instance

A graceful fall becomes her

Don’t you feel that you could rub her right away

She is just that kind of ink

But then you find her thumbprint reappearing right before your eyes

Don’t you feel that

Rubbing becomes her?

Don’t you feel that

Coming in the morning becomes her?

Don’t you feel

The morning becomes her?

Don’t you feel that

She is the very image of a cork……