I visited the Van Gogh Alive in the Sydney Entertainment Quarter today. It was a real treat and it reminded me of this song which is one of my favourites.
Tag: songshare
#songshare – Glimpse of Us
#songshare – Way Maker
#songshare – Sugar Hiccup
#songshare – Jealous Guy
#songshare – September Song
#songshare – Listen to Mum Talk About the Past
The moon walks through the white lotus-like clouds.
The evening wind blew bursts of happy singing.
We sat by the high heaps of grain,
Listening to mum talk about the past.
We sat by the high heaps of grain,
Listening to mum talk about the past.
At that time, my mother had no land.
All life is in two hands.
Sweat flows in the fiery fields of the landlord,
Mother ate wild vegetables and bran.
Howling like a winter blizzard,
My mother was wearing tattered single clothes,
She went to sew a fox fur robe for the landlord,
Cold and hungry and falling on the snow…
After so many hard years,
Mum was looking forward to today’s good life.
The moon walks through the white lotus-like clouds,
The evening wind blew bursts of happy singing.
We sat by the high heaps of grain,
Listening to mum talk about the past.
We sat by the high heaps of grain,
Listening to mum talk about the past.
#songshare – The Olive Tree
不要问我从哪里来
Do not ask me where I’m from
我的故乡在远方
My hometown is far away
为什么流浪
Why do I wander around
流浪远方 流浪
Wandering afar, wandering
为了天空飞翔的小鸟
For the little birds that soar through the sky
为了山间轻流的小溪
For the creeks that rush between the mountains
为了宽阔的草原
For the endless grasslands
流浪远方 流浪
Wandering afar, wandering
还有还有
Also, also
为了梦中的橄榄树 橄榄树
For that olive tree in my dreams, that olive tree
不要问我从哪里来
Do not ask me where I’m from
我的故乡在远方
My hometown is far away
为什么流浪
Why do I wander around
为什么流浪远方
Why do I wander to distant lands?
为了我梦中的橄榄树
For the olive tree in my dreams
不要问我从哪里来
Don’t ask me where I come from
我的故乡在远方
My hometown is far away
为什么流浪
Why do I wander around
流浪远方 流浪
Wandering afar, wandering
#songshare – Cactus Tree
There’s a man who’s been out sailing
In a decade full of dreams
And he takes her to a schooner
And he treats her like a queen
Bearing beads from California
With their amber stones and green
He has called her from the harbor
He has kissed her with his freedom
He has heard her off to starboard
In the breaking and the breathing
Of the water weeds
While she was busy being free
In a decade full of dreams
And he takes her to a schooner
And he treats her like a queen
Bearing beads from California
With their amber stones and green
He has called her from the harbor
He has kissed her with his freedom
He has heard her off to starboard
In the breaking and the breathing
Of the water weeds
While she was busy being free
There’s a man who’s climbed a mountain
And he’s calling out her name
And he hopes her heart can hear three thousand miles
He calls again
He can think her there beside him
He can miss her just the same
He has missed her in the forest
While he showed her all the flowers
And the branches sang the chorus
As he climbed the scaley towers
Of a forest tree
While she was somewhere being free
And he’s calling out her name
And he hopes her heart can hear three thousand miles
He calls again
He can think her there beside him
He can miss her just the same
He has missed her in the forest
While he showed her all the flowers
And the branches sang the chorus
As he climbed the scaley towers
Of a forest tree
While she was somewhere being free
There’s a man who’s sent a letter
And he’s waiting for reply
He has asked her of her travels
Since the day they said goodbye
He writes “Wish you were beside me
We can make it if we try”
He has seen her at the office
With her name on all his papers
Through the sharing of the profits
He will find it hard to shake her
From his memory
And she’s so busy being free
And he’s waiting for reply
He has asked her of her travels
Since the day they said goodbye
He writes “Wish you were beside me
We can make it if we try”
He has seen her at the office
With her name on all his papers
Through the sharing of the profits
He will find it hard to shake her
From his memory
And she’s so busy being free
There’s a lady in the city
And she thinks she loves them all
There’s the one who’s thinking of her
There’s the one who sometimes calls
There’s the one who writes her letters
With his facts and figures scrawl
She has brought them to her senses
They have laughed inside her laughter
Now she rallies her defenses
For she fears that one will ask her
For eternity
And she’s so busy being free
And she thinks she loves them all
There’s the one who’s thinking of her
There’s the one who sometimes calls
There’s the one who writes her letters
With his facts and figures scrawl
She has brought them to her senses
They have laughed inside her laughter
Now she rallies her defenses
For she fears that one will ask her
For eternity
And she’s so busy being free
There’s a man who sends her medals
He is bleeding from the war
There’s a jouster and a jester and a man who owns a store
There’s a drummer and a dreamer
And you know there may be more
She will love them when she sees them
They will lose her if they follow
And she only means to please them
And her heart is full and hollow
Like a cactus tree
While she’s so busy being free
He is bleeding from the war
There’s a jouster and a jester and a man who owns a store
There’s a drummer and a dreamer
And you know there may be more
She will love them when she sees them
They will lose her if they follow
And she only means to please them
And her heart is full and hollow
Like a cactus tree
While she’s so busy being free
#songshare – Girlfriend
Don’t tell me to stop crying
Please just hold me while i do
Soothe me with your silence
And just cradle me to you
Don’t push me for my reasons
Or expect me to explain
How can i in five minutes shift
A lifetime’s hidden pain
Don’t tell your girlfriend about me
Cos your girlfriend won’t like girls like me
Don’t tell your girlfriend about me
If you just hold me… hold me… hold me
I went to see a psychic and
I paid for good advice
He said “forget a romance
‘Til you’ve sorted out your life.”
Be your own mother and your father
And your sister and brother
And even try to crack the art
Of being your own lover…
Don’t tell your girlfriend about me
Cos your girlfriend won’t like girls like me
Don’t tell your girlfriend about me
If you just hold me… hold me… hold me
In my darkest hour you’d be mine
These wildest dreams
Are no crime or are they, girlfriend?
Coming from a place of need
Not one of abundance
You see he told me, girlfriend
Don’t tell me to stop crying
Please just hold me while i do
Soothe me with your silence
And just cradle me to you
Don’t push me for my reasons
Or expect me to explain
How come i say i’m happy
To be on my own again?
Don? t tell your girlfriend about me
Cos your girlfriend won’t like girls like me
Don? t tell your girlfriend about me
Cos your girlfriend won’t like girls like me
You don’t have to tell your girlfriend about me
If you just hold me… hold me… hold me
Flicker of Thoughts 