Jazzy Grandma - The Shanghai Restoration Project.mp3

[00:00.00] 作词 : David Wen Wei Liang
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Yunfan Sun/David Wen Wei Liang
[00:09.65]编曲／制作：Dave Liang & 孙云帆
[00:14.42]演唱：Dave Liang & 孙云帆
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[00:19.14]Zoom in the lens on a wild, wild East
[00:21.24]See a clever girl, daughter of a squanderer
[00:23.27]Dressed in second hand love, fibers so tough
[00:26.43]Clinging by a thread but she hauled herself up
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[00:28.76]Yearned for higher learning, didn’t have the right chromosomes
[00:30.98]Told her only duty was to pass his chromosomes
[00:33.46]Hard pass, to the mountains she fled
[00:35.86]Rocked out on the organ with a chorus of kids
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[00:38.41]Soundtrack to a carefree time
[00:40.53]Green jagged hills kept the chaos in line
[00:42.80]Gold dust sprinkled all over the place, over the clothes, over the hair
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[00:47.40]Everyday a celebration in the tropical heights
[00:49.73]River mirror glowed with the purple twilight
[00:52.24]Evening boat rides on a gentle wave of clouds
[00:54.69]And she would row this way and that way
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[00:57.68]This way, that way
[00:59.90]This way, that way
[01:02.34]Which way she will row
[01:04.20]Nobody knows, nobody knows
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[01:07.15]This way, that way
[01:09.50]This way, that way
[01:11.93]Which way she will row
[01:13.64]Nobody knows, she doesn’t know
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[01:16.59]Now and then she would get a rosy letter
[01:18.52]Every brushstroke drew a better future
[01:20.76]But the sketches in ink never came to be
[01:23.05]Blotted out by a storm fast approaching it was time to flee
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[01:26.33]Hitched to the wagon of a slumbering beast
[01:28.74]Rolling over rocks at a breakheart speed
[01:31.12]Mad dash ascending to a city on the hill
[01:33.38]But the race didn’t stop at the top
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[01:35.36]She found herself trapped in a cauldron of heat
[01:37.67]Surrounded by a feast but only given scraps to eat
[01:40.72]Lights came on, masks came off, orders came down,
[01:43.45]Dirty laundry piling up
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[01:44.91]And out from underneath she crawled to the window
[01:47.58]Peeked through the pane, the moon gave the go ahead
[01:49.96]Open the hatch, the cool wind lifted her wings, carried her out, over the wall, off she flew
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[01:55.22]This way, that way
[01:57.46]This way, that way
[01:59.80]Which way she will fly
[02:01.78]Nobody knows, nobody knows
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[02:04.73]This way, that way
[02:06.92]This way, that way
[02:09.40]Which way she will fly
[02:11.29]Nobody knows, she doesn’t know
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[02:33.48]From the summit she bobbed down the river
[02:35.35]Current so erratic she learned to maneuver the ball
[02:38.37]Each bounce gathering dialects, black and white photographs, three little ones and
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[02:43.13]Always in motion, surrounded by commotion
[02:45.14]Contamination came out in the wash of the ocean
[02:48.01]What remains is a childhood collection of music and words
[02:51.48]Minus the hurt
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[02:52.83]Many years later she dreams of the weather in the tropical heights
[02:56.36]Can’t quite recall that purple twilight nor the names, the faces, the green and the gold
[03:01.17]But the feeling is the same
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[03:02.44]Never had a compass built according to plan
[03:04.73]Caught a few breaks and the arrow would bend but it never ever came to a stop
[03:09.14]It’d either go this way or that way
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[03:12.04]This way, that way
[03:14.33]This way, that way
[03:16.81]Which way she will dream
[03:18.60]Nobody knows, nobody knows
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[03:21.67]This way, that way
[03:23.87]This way, that way
[03:26.27]Which way she will dream
[03:28.23]Nobody knows, only she knows
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