Shark in You – Lyrics

Shark in You

Lyrics: Du Yun

Animals in the wild,
Knights on the board,
Play with the forte,
transcient transcient transcend (scend scend scend)

Hang me out on dry
Give me a wrinkle or two
Erase me, Empty me
Delete the brush brush brush

It was not a good day
(Since then)
It has been stamped out, tossed away
burning burning blazing (zing zing zing )

Your birth, your day
would have touched
a mark
but left the scar
Somebody else was dubbed
Time staggered

I’m against all we’s
I’m against the time
Animals in the wild
There comes the flame

This is the shark in you. I see the shark in you. The trees grow on myself.
The shark grows out, on you.

The skin dipped in the lake, and to me.

Hang me out on dry
Give me a wrinkle or two
Erase me, Empty me
Delete the brush brush brush
I’m against all we’s
I’m against the time
Amnesty to the ash

This is the shark in you. I see the shark in you. The trees grow on myself.
The shark grows out, on you.

The skin dropped to the drain, and fled away.

Panacea

Lyrics: Du Yun

The water quivers hollow
The bongo mallets follow
The plow sockets howling
Eighteen levels down, bashing

Time pressed on a washboard
Rainbow creases fold
A throaty minuet told
A dry land, pistol hold

Drink vodka pulse
Eat bullets pause
Drowning gravity loss
A dream panacea, maudlin

我已多情,更撞著、多情底你。把一心、十分向你。尽他们,劣心肠、偏有你。
共你。
风了人,只为个你。宿世冤家,百忙里、方知你。没前程、阿谁似你。坏却才名,到如今、
都因你。是你。
我也没星兒星兒星兒恨你。

we are all the victims
of this glorious war

carry on, win me ‘nother round
nothing to lose
taunted bruise

carry on, win me ‘nother round
nothing to lose
taunted fool

try it harder
run it faster
taste it slower

Life isn’t Pretty

Lyrics: Liz Duffy Adams

Life isn’t pretty
for a gin Jane on the lam
ain’t it a pity
Life oughta be biscuits and jam

Life isn’t pretty
for a jinx minx with a jones
ain’t it a pity
Life oughta be whispers and moans

Life isn’t pretty
for a sweet meat past her date
ain’t it a pity
Life oughta be half of the gate

The bed creaked, the fan blew hot air across my sweat-slicked back, and he said: “that’s how it works, honey.”
The tram clanged, some guy leered. I put my head down, and walked away.

Life isn’t pretty
for a sweet meat past her date
ain’t it a pity
Life oughta be half of the gate

Life isn’t pretty
for a gin Jane on the lam
Ain’t it a pity
Life oughta be biscuits and jam

Life isn’t pretty
for a tough cookie who crumbles
ain’t it a pity
Life oughta be tickles and tumbles

His neck smell like salt, smoke, and hay — No good reason, he was a city guy

Life isn’t pretty
for a tough cookie who crumbles
ain’t it a pity
Life oughta be tickles and tumbles

Life isn’t pretty
for a gold heart out of gleam
ain’t it a pity
Life oughta be cupcakes and cream

Life isn’t pretty
for a gold heart out of gleam
ain’t it a pity
Life oughta be cupcakes and cream

I put his cheap plastic comb through my hair and said: ” Okay Joe.” The hinge squealed as I shut the door behind me. 

Miranda

Lyrics: Matt Haimovitz

(ahh yi da sa san a sada)
i remember tomorrow
a microscopic heart beats life
an ultrasound reality
the chromosomes strangle
any hope of orpheus
reborn as a san

war not
words between friends
lovers
wordless exchange
of an indecent motivic infancy

like eyes
one two three four five
five five five fig fig figment…

head turns, hair on end, head on the unmade bed
a figment of your procrastination
can’t remembering
metric michelangelo, go go go go modulations come

war not
words between friends
lovers
wordless exchange
these are
your miranda rights

simmering exhaustion
claustrophobic tower of babel
releases its tongue in an
upheaval of tormented toxins
axis of evil dot dot dot
exist in the nausea

come remembering, michelangelo go gogo gogo gogo
metric modulations come and go remembering michelangelo

miranda miranda miranda

if you say so

Chinese lyrics: Du Yun

興起

在看 微笑時茫
在哪 探得一方
在飛 無時無常
在逃 非有非無
在追 時得時誤
在退 你和他又

時常 遊戲一生
省卻 心機無事
是有 她的無心
興起 走了一路
碌碌 一事無成
誠心 鬼鬼祟祟

碎破 我的左右 逞了一時

是有 興起
誠心 鬼鬼祟祟
時常 你和他又
在哪
在看

在飛
在侃
在退
在逃
在追

請看 微笑時盲 在哪 是有 興起 請看

an encounter if at noon… a summer

Text: Du Yun

Like me, she is waiting for a bus that has not yet come for two hours. It is 12 o’clock at noon. She is a Dutch woman of about 70-year-old. To make the sun bearable, I ask her where is she from and then I find myself listen to her chatting away the bureaucratic system in Holland. I ask if her life has been good. She says, hesitantly, for the most part. I ask her if her marriages where worth having. She says the second time was so. It was 20 years she comments, just long enough to feel something. She didn’t mind much the taking-care-part she adds. Her late husband deteriorated from Parkinson disease for the last ten. (There is no streak of clouds in sight.)

She proceeds to ask me what is the point of having children: “They all leave you and have a busy life.” (How could I know… The sun starts to blare directly into my eyes.)

I mumble, “Why the bus never comes. I am tired.” “No, darling, as soon as you get home, you will soon forget the tiredness of traveling. Because you are always stronger than you are and will be left alone in the end.”

(It is certainly ridiculous to feel the tears among the traffics, no matter how blazing the sunlight is.)
The bus arrives an hour later. We get on. At the same stop we get off. I say partings to her, “Take care.”

“You too,” she waves goodbye, “I will see you somewhere in the world.”

I think I have forgotten her name.