Let Me Too Sing Praises for Once

2007/12/12 21:28:28

This morning's Liverpool match was the most Liverpool-esque Liverpool performance ever — nothing to get too excited about. What's really been going on the past couple days: eulogistic sounds and images flooding everywhere, making Chang'e's grandmother lose her luster, Wu Gang's grandfather lose his virtue, and even Jade Rabbit's auntie go berserk scampering across the cosmos. This ID has no natural fondness for singing praises, but figured that not joining in the fun would be a disservice to Chang'e's grandmother, Wu Gang's grandfather, and Jade Rabbit's auntie. Clearly, not putting together a bit of odes and hymns means falling behind the times.

Same old flowing water, same old moonlight — tonight, beneath the moon, what's going to happen as usual?

Listen up —

Feng: Chicken Talk

Chán Zhōng Shuō Chán

Brilliant lanterns veil the moon, reflecting heaven's glow
Green charm, red fragrance — how many greetings and farewells
A coy smile before the cup — truly drop-dead gorgeous
Tears behind closed doors — just stealing another breath of life
All flowers must finally become tomorrow's earth
Without dreams, one cannot return to yesterday's passions
Catkins fly like Liu Rushi
The Prince of Huainan calls her name once more

Ya: Duck Speak

Chán Zhōng Shuō Chán

Rich wife, pretty husband — what's the harm?
One night of romance, one night long
In the wine-house, everyone's about the carnal
Wallet deep enough? You can stay till dawn
Never having done it — how can there be love?
In the end it won't open — it's not a room
Sharing dewdrop encounters, following the feeling
High or low prices — always negotiable

Song: Fox Words

Chán Zhōng Shuō Chán

Through past and present, how many times has the divine land ruled from behind a curtain?
Another muddled dream to divine
Even if drowning in another day's sea
How could one bow beneath another's eave?
Under globalization, much wind and rain
Among the flags of ten thousand nations, few hammers and sickles
With cold eyes watching the mortal world's play of gods and ghosts
Coffee finished — now sipping Mao Jian tea