Article/July Tianye
As a post-80s generation, approaching 30, maybe it is due to personality, or it may be due to the polishing and experience of reality, I am calm and warm in dealing with people. My hobbies are also getting older, such as listening to music. My mobile phone is full of rock and folk songs, but there are not even any popular songs by young people.
The deep-seated reason for loving rock music is the critical language and cynical attitude deep in my heart; loving folk songs is the peace and warmth that I still retain in my heart. These attitudes, living in this world, always seem a bit Taoist, but in order to survive, I can only hide them and change my appearance so that I can live stably in the prosperity in front of me.
"Nine times out of ten, life will be unsatisfactory." Look at the people around you, who is not? I believe that there are many friends who share the same plot and contradictions as me. Rock and folk songs have become one of the best ways for us to talk to ourselves and release our feelings.
Well, without further ado, today I would like to share with you from a different perspective some folk singers with poetic feelings and temperament. Although they are singers, they have written lyrics that only poets can write. , these people who were born in the pre-Qin Dynasty will definitely write beautiful poems like the "Book of Songs", and they will definitely be noble and elegant scholars.
Share the lyrics of several folk singers, which are full of poetic thinking and talent.
1. Zhao Lei
The first time I heard Zhao Lei’s music was in a bar in Lhasa. At that time, he had not yet participated in "Chinese Good Songs", and his talent and music were only Very few know. Like me, most of the people who go here are travelers traveling to and from Lhasa and some local Tibetan friends. That night I fell in love with Zhao Lei after just listening to one song. I was so addicted that I couldn't extricate myself.
Brother Mill is busy at Jim’s Restaurant/Under the everlasting moon is a street that never sleeps/The snow in Jim’s Restaurant blocks people at home/Mill just stares at the tree without speaking/The night sky is clear Jim’s eyes Don't stop flashing/Cut off that long, sad hair/Leave this cold village...I think Jim hopes the same as me. —"Jim's Restaurant"
It's back to May in late spring/There are not many people in the market in the early morning/Children are singing in front of the door/The sun warms the West River/... There is only one bus into the city/There are no cafes and luxury stores yet/Smiling faces with heads held high under the clear blue sky/Love is simple/…The bells ring the sunset/The asphalt road jumps over the hillside/It’s full of climbs The house with ivy/The neighbors under the eaves are flying in the dusk/The persimmon trees are ripe in autumn/Enough for us to eat for a long time/The radio is sitting on the bedside/The playful boy is holding the comic book and not letting go/The person who accompanies me to sleep is The sorrow of the moon... - "Young Jinshi"
Paint the mother's peaceful posture/and the quarrels that can be erased with an eraser...I don't have the eraser to erase the quarrels/only A pen that draws loneliness - "Painting"
My hometown is getting younger/younger/just like a tacky dress/it’s not just my father’s face that is getting older.../ The proud building blocks the sun/steps on the sleeping walls... - "Hometown"
2. Li Zhi
Whose father is dead/Please You tell me how to be sad... No matter what you are born with/We are born alone/Let me look at you again/The starry sky and the dark night/The birds that turn westward/We are born alone - "Mr. Van Gogh"< /p>
The mist passed through her young neck / It has not dissipated until today / All I think about Zhengzhou is you / Thinking about it is all regret and grievance - "Memory about Zhengzhou"
< p> It’s raining, do you feel cold/See the charming black in front of the bed/God, he can’t take you away quietly after death/Young graves are not together/Don’t say anything. Repeating is your best choice/choice Subverting the absurdity of the prosperous age - "Rain"On a March night in the rainy south/You sit in an empty rice store/You hold an apple in one hand and fate in the other/I will wash my hair and climb up The mast/supports our home like vine branches and leaves - "Midian"
3. Mo Xizi's poems
It is undeniable that Mo Xizi's poems are a unique folk singer Or, maybe it is due to the national plot. Mo Xizi's songs have strong local characteristics and hometown plot. In addition to the very personal tunes in Moxie's songs, what shocked me was his poetic lyrics.
Flowing water, you are rushing all the way/Where are you going/Why are you carrying so much sadness/Mom, I would like to be every inch of soil under your feet/Let you step on my back gently - "Mom "Songs"
Forests, rice fields/rivers, wind/clouds, valleys/sheep, birds/moonlight, lights/old people, smoke/have you ever been/sad and happy/when the wind passes here/hometown Already very far away - "When the wind blows here, my hometown is already very far away"
You, you, finally appeared/We just met each other/This heart is broken/The whole world collapsed/ If I am going to die in this life/I will definitely die in your hands - "If I am going to die, I will die in your hands"
4. Cheng Bi
Once in response to the invitation of my friend Jiajia (a radio anchor) Invited to listen to the folk music program she hosted, I learned that there was a folk singer named Cheng Bi. I liked the voice, the tune, and the lyrics. Cheng Bi graduated from the Department of Literature and Foreign Languages ??of Peking University and is a singer in Japan.
I have forgotten how long ago/There was a poem, it goes like this/The front of the courtyard is full of flowers and trees, the paths outside the courtyard are fragrant/The four sides often meet each other, and the windows are cut on sunny days/That’s me The most unforgettable past/often appeared in dreams/so later I learned to write/so I wrote this poem - "Cut the Window on a Sunny Day"
Once upon a time there was a beautiful legend/There was a A girl can sing/The singing voice is like a spring river/Open your mouth and sing into a river/...Folk songs are all from the heart/You come and sing, I will come and we/Kind people have a clear distinction between love and hate/Sing the most true and beautiful song - "Sing if You Want to Sing"
Cheng Bi's brother is one of the few playful and warm folk songs. He is simple, pure, and unpretentious. I like it.
5. Buyi Band
Buyi Band comes from the northwest. Their works are very down-to-earth, rough yet tender, and their shouts are full of warmth.
Time goes by, goes by/When I wake up from a dream/Those words my mother said/Are they lost in the wind/The fish swim, swim and swim/When I enter the sea/Those words my mother said Are the words/are they lost in the wind - "Lost"
The wind blows the sails/the boat pushes away from the shore/the water wakes up the fish/the singing makes people drunk -"Three Peaks" 》
Sorrow is in this heart/Walking back to this mountain/Picking up this bowl of wine/Your brow will be reflected - "Rainbow"
6. Zuo Xiaozu's Curse
p>Mr. Zuo’s lyrics are of a different kind, obscure, dark, and heavily critical. It’s good for everyone to read them. For example, "Don't Follow Me", "When I Leave You", "Labor of Love", etc.
7. Zhou Yunpeng
Zhou Yunpeng, the migratory bird singer of the new century, winter Go to the south to perform, sing in the north in the summer, and go to the seaside in the spring and autumn. He lost his sight at the age of 9. He learned to play the piano, write poems, travel around the world, rely on his crafts to make a living, and perform his skills for ordinary people. By the way, Beidiao writer Green Demon (representative work: Little Beasts of Beijing) is Zhou’s ex-wife.
The sun rises/goes for life/the sun sets/goes back for love - "Fish forget each other in rivers and lakes"
The third time I come to Beijing/I come from a dream/rent The house is free...Ah...Beijing, Beijing/You will never get dark/No one can dream anymore - "Beijing Three Times"
Witnessing the death of the gods There are wild flowers on the grassland/The wind in the distance is farther than the distance/My piano is sobbing, and my tears are gone/I return the distance to the grassland/One is called wood/The other is called Mawei - "September (Haizi)"
If you have any poetic folk lyrics, please leave a message in the thread!