| Listen. The sound of the magic land is bleeding through. . . .Tune
up your channel, and get the message of Cool Zone's music. You may call this
band 'Enigma of Shanghai', but Cool Zone is really a new species in eastern
musical ecology. Modern Chinese sensibility, magical lyricism, and trance-like
synthesizer all make this album a strange flower. Pick the flower, and you will
find yourself standing in the magic land!
In the floating luxury of
Shanghai,
Cool Zone observes people's anxiety with detachment.
The band
used to like Enigma and Dead Can Dance.
However, in 2001
Lin Di suddenly
found a new, spontaneous musical language on her own.
It is a language from
Chinese culture,
but expressed in an innovative way.
It is 'the strange
vibration emerging from the heart of the earth. . . . '
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Ten Days in Magic Land
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Modern Chinese sensibility, magical lyricism, and trance-like synthesizers make
this album 'Enigma of Shanghai', but it is really a new species in eastern
musical ecology.
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| 2002
WindRecords
Taiwan
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| Composer/Arrangment/Vocal:Lin
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Producer:Liu
Xing
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| Recording/Mastering:Su
Qian
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The
First Day: The Blessed Land
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Ten
thousand years in the eastern sky
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the
sun and the moon will simultaneously shine
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the
animals will sing together in jubilation
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One
thousand mountains, One hundred rivers
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Suddenly
appear
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The
white-feathered bird circles
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Bamboo
forest, wise & elegant
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Travelers
forget their weariness
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Rushing
toward the heart’s destination
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Blessing
fairyland,
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heaven
of heavens,
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Nirvana.
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The
Second Day: Repentance Day (Shrove Tuesday)
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For
all the crimes I have committed
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please,
forgive me.
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Since
I have yielded to fate from the struggle’s betrayal
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your
blood warms my cold heart.
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For
all my avarice
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please,
forgive me.
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How
many abandoned dreams, what freedoms
destroyed
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are
held in these hands?
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Longing
for the souls’ sweet release
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never
to come back.
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For
everything I used to be
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please,
forgive me.
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In
this world
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I am
not the saddest person.
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When
suffering eyes suddenly touch my heart,
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please,
double my pain.
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The
Third Day: Dance of Seduction
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Gentle
breeze blowing from the south of snow mountain
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lavish
and luxurious palaces
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float
above the rainbow.
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Crystal
, Alpine Flower
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silver
flash from ankle and wrist
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Virgin’s
dance of seduction
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beautiful
and graceful dance
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the
thin gauze skirt is partially transparent
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Mysterious
past
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the
air at this juncture is filled with knowing glances
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Ghost
to haunt the meantime
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with
the eternal Eros
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Every
night sensuous
celebration
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The
Fourth Day: A Desperate Flower in Your Hand
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When
the hole in time is here
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the
silence already decayed
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the
heart fills with memories
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and
secret breath surrounds
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I
just want to be a flower
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growing
quietly in your hand
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I
dream I am a pure white flower
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quietly
dying in your hand.
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The
Fifth Day: Dusk on the Deep Green Prairie
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Silver,
Green,ripples
on the water count the silence of a millennium
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until
the woolen ball at the rope’s end falls into the stranger’s hand
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the
sound of cow hooves in mud coming
to meet the clouds
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up
and down the sky.
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A
strange vibration emits from the center of the earth
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On
Pluto, the frustrated lover awakes my
frozen eyes thawed
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saw
angels circling the moat.
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All
around grow the flowers, weeds and grain
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Descendants of
thought, countless abstract children
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grow
when the concrete god’s eyes are closed.
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The
rhythm of unusual words
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he
death of music
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the
soaring of color
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the
transparency of the body
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the
pleasure and the pain
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As
the sun goes down
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on this grassland green
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we
watch this moment in time
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time
and possibility, past and present
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that
will return.
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The
Sixth Day: Slaves
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The
secret finally revealed,
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but
we can not recall -
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what
magic spell
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has captured us here.
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One
with a harp in hand
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and
an enchanted siren’s song
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stole
our impulse for flight
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and
we fell into the trap
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that opened under foot.
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The
Seventh Day: Mirror
Theater
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The
moment full of metaphor
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Mirror
and shadow
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Personally
caved masks
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pasted
on each others faces
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The
ceremony began
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running
and dancing
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torches
tremble in fear
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the
creeping and wormlike touch
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ultimately
interpreted as
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the
end of hostility.
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These
short deaths only mirror happiness
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The
Eighth Day: The Flood
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People
begging for water
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this
is their punishment
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not
reproducing for hunger and thirst.
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They
kneel in the river bed,
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the
dry, split open bed,
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grinding
the butcher’s knife
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preparing
to sacrifice an ancient cow.
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These
people live and die for water
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They
are born of mud and silt.
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By
water abandoned, these sons and daughters of water
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on
this day,
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cease
their killing fight.
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The
animal skin drum beats lightly
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the
rains begin to come
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the
animal skin drum beats lightly
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Flood
Flood
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The
Ninth Day: Wake
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Along
the slope, the incline covered with sand
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Sliding
or falling down
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A
baby
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Panicked
and fled
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in
the humid air
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Is
hiding father's eye
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The
Soil Giant's fingers
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capture
their prey
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The
smell of corruption
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Remains
on the lips
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The
Carnival for the moon
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A
glass of water
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difficult
to identify.
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At
the birth of fire
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fragments
scattered in the surroundings
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which
one becomes the boat that carries Spring?
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which
one is looking for the labyrinth?
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freezes
or melts ...
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Death
also is born
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slowly
extends it’s wings
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and
languidly looks
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outside
the window.
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That
anemic old man
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curls
up in a tree
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The
hand that holds poetry
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believes
the dream as truth
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the
tomb for which he waits
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is
the tomb of time
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no
entrance，no
more exits.
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The
Tenth Day: Reincarnation
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Sitting
quietly in front of their own home,
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they
watch the passers-by.
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They
quarrel at the hot market
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and
do not forget their drunkenness.
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When
the sun is eclipsed
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Their
noble and the vulgar skulls
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simultaneously
rise.
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Who
could expect
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they
squeezed into the dream hotel
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and
tossed their fate aside.
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They
had to seriously consider
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the
special program,
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Every
detail
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every
detail disguised.
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English
translation:Craig Hall
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