Rail Road MP3s, Part the Two

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在树上唱歌
郭静

你说的每个笑话我都笑了
是你变幽默还是我变快乐
好久不见你说我大不相同
偷偷告诉你我的兴趣真心了

不想把每件事情都那么严格
弄的全世界好像只剩挫折
爱一朵花不在看它能开多久
放宽了心情把什么都变美了

想要光着脚丫在树上唱歌
好多事物全被缩小了
心里不想放的就去了算了
让太阳把脸庞给晒得红彤彤
想要吹着口哨在树上唱歌
遥想开往远方的火车
可以那么轻快的穿过山洞
当树上还很空你要不要陪我

你说的每个笑话我都笑了
是你变幽默还是我变快乐
好久不见你说我大不相同
偷偷告诉你我的兴趣真心了

不想把每件事情都那么严格
弄的全世界好像只剩挫折
爱一朵花不在看它能开多久
放宽了心情把什么都变美了

想要光着脚丫在树上唱歌
好多事物全被缩小了
心里不想放的就去了算了
让太阳把脸庞给晒得红彤彤
想要吹着口哨在树上唱歌
遥想开往远方的火车
可以那么轻快的穿过山洞
当树上还很空你要不要陪我

想要光着脚丫在树上唱歌
好多事物全被缩小了
心里不想放的就去了算了
让太阳把脸庞给晒得红彤彤
想要吹着口哨在树上唱歌
遥想开往远方的火车
可以那么轻快的穿过山洞
当树上还很空你要不要陪我

LRC歌词来自：http://lrc.bzmtv.com/LRC_db/2009-5-18-JNDNJQINJOOJNDMDRIOHMD8-128889.lrc



亡命之徒
super band纵贯线

听我说我原来有个梦
跟你高飞远走跟你一起走到白头
但是我拥有化为乌有
忘记我们承诺忘记曾经爱你爱的那么浓
我不能带你走我犯了大错
必须一个人走必须扛下所有罪过
必须离开熟悉的街口请你不要忘记我
这夜里有小雨飘在空中
当我扣板机的瞬间灵魂早已卖给魔鬼
可笑的是我好想求主帮我赎回
赎回我那一丁点的尊严
想起妈妈的脸对不起这几年
是否有机会再见你一面
妈妈我犯了错你会原谅我吗?
我已经踏上了末路
别人眼中的亡命之徒哪里还有我的藏身处?
我的兄弟离我远去我还傻呼呼的相信道义
所谓的人性莫非要用血和泪来换取教训
不想再混下去
想说干完这一票就不再撩下去
想着想着我的眼泪就流不停

出发啦不要问那路在哪?
迎风向前是唯一的方法
出发啦不想问那路在哪?
运命哎呀什么关卡?
当车声隆隆梦开始阵痛
它卷起了风重新雕塑每个面孔
夜雾那么浓开阔也汹涌
有一种预感路的终点是迷宫

喂小子我想我大概明白你的意思
那些发生在你身上的
曾经以不同的面貌也在我生命里出现过好几次
对此我并无更高明的解释
只是觉得今天说不定是个合适的日子
我们就各自用舒服的姿势
用擅长的方式给人生我们的
不管是一种告解还是一份答辩词
人再有本事也难抵抗命运的不仁慈
这道理再简单不过接不接受是另外一回事
真爱并非不来它只是被无预警的恶意的延迟
不要让某个女人做的蠢事
变成你自己与自己的争执
为什么该有的都有还是觉得不够
天呀该不会是贪心的念头
为什么拼了命地工作拼了命地追梦
到头来原地没有动过
为什么万里晴空下的面孔
庸庸碌碌不开心地锁着眉头要向谁哭诉
为什么想去看场电影
该死的台风偏偏选在每一个的周末
为什么这个世界上就是有人穷得发疯
有人富有把钞票当作了枕头
为什么新闻里鼻酸故事只为了
偷面包给妈妈充饥的小偷
为什么一百个为什么
变成一千个一万个十万个为什么
为什么我想破头写不出个鸟念念念
我为了什么


我们都不必在意未来的样子
像是精神病患写的诗或是烟花绽放的节日
随它去吧我们都只活一次
呼吸呼吸呼吸呼一切曳然而止
真理在荒谬被证实以前都只是暗室里的装饰
只有当眼前亮起来了以后
才有机会彰显它的价值不是谁能决定的
该漫游还是冲刺
我们都在海里我觉得我们像沙子
你说的亡命之徒是不是大概就是这个意思


出发啦不要问那路在哪(亡命之徒可会全力以赴)

迎风向前是唯一的方法(是不是穷途末路有没有藏身之处)

出发啦不想问那路在哪(亡命之徒逃亡要全力以赴)

运命哎啊什么关卡(喘息在穷途末路给我个藏身之处)

当车声隆隆梦开始阵痛(亡命之徒可会全力以赴)

它卷起了风重新雕塑每个面孔(是不是穷途末路有没有藏身之处)

夜雾那么浓开阔也汹涌(亡命之徒逃亡要全力以赴)

有一种预感路的终点是迷宫(喘息在穷途末路给我个藏身之处)

LRC歌词来自：http://www.51lrcgc.com/asp/lrc.asp?id=20081218ON7adK



旅行的意义
陈绮贞

你看过了许多美景
你看过了许多美女
你迷失在地图上每一道短暂的光阴
你品尝了夜的的巴黎
你踏过下雪的北京
你熟记书本里每一句你最爱的真理
却说不出你爱我的原因
却说不出你欣赏我哪一种表情
却说不出在什么场合我曾让你动心
说不出离开的原因

你累计了许多飞行
你用心挑选纪念品
你搜集了地图上每一次的风和日丽
你拥抱热情的岛屿
你埋葬记忆的土耳其
你流连电影里美丽的不真实的场景
却说不出你爱我的原因
却说不出你欣赏我哪一种表情
却说不出什么场合我曾让分心
说不出旅行的意义

你勉强说出你爱我的原因
却说不出你欣赏我哪一种表情
却说不出在什么场合我曾让动心
说不出旅行的意义
勉强说出你为我寄出的每封信
都是你离开的原因你离开我
就是旅行的意义

July, 2009: Sapporo to Minami-NagareYama, Japan

The trip 'home'.

The trip back from Hokkaido to Honshu came with a bit of pleasant surprise. After checking at the Ueno JR office and being told that I am not getting a free ride with my JR on the overnight sleeper trains Cassiopeia or Hokutosei, I have to reluctantly schedule one full day for the trip back. But this being the end of a long weekend, every Tokyoite on holiday in the north is having the same idea. After every option to come home on Monday got me the "man seki" (fully-booked) reply, the JR guy at the reservation windows recommended me the Hamanasu. Leaving at 10pm from Sapporo and crossing over the undersea tunnel to arrive in Aomori in the early morning. From there, it could still make it in time for lesson in the afternoon of Tuesday.
A very good osusume. I luv it.

July, 2009: Otaru, Hokkaido

Otaru, I was told is a nice place. But why, I am not sure. The only thing that seems to be mention on brochures and adverisements about the place is the canal and the warehouses by its side. So, I can't understand why it is such a big deal. I couldn't appreciate Warehouse disco when it is still a functioning disco.

But I have to agree it is a nice place once there. The first thing is part of the train track on the way from Sapporo and Otaru is closed to the sea. Reminds me of the train trip from Columbo to Galle in Sri Lanka.

Otaru got rich years ago from its harbour and warehouses. And the rich probably pour their wealth into their houses. Walking along the streets of Otaru, near the old warehouse area, the houses come in all shape, sizes and styles. Everyone seems to be trying to outdo each other.
The one above is the "Immortal Tower" Check out the clock on top of the tower. There are no hands......hence immortal.

I was a week too early for the Otaru Summer matsuri. The town centre was already all dressed up for the festival, though:















Fortunately, the Otaru local Taiko team was playing a free show to promote their matsuri on the following week.

July, 2009: Sapporo, Hokkaido

The first time I was in Sapporo about 12 years ago, a heavy downpour basically kept me in my hostel, doing nothing but to sample the Sapporo beer.

Fortunately, after the rain on the previous day, I arrive in Sapporo from Wakkanai on a sunny day. With a chance to walk about, I headed for the Sapporo Beer museum.
The museum is actually in the compound of what used to be a brewery. Apparently, small batches of beer are still brewed within the museum. Most of the buildings here are handsome-looking red brick buildings, some with hop plants crawling on their facade.

The kind I imagine I would like to be in during winter, with fire crackling in a corner.

Because this is Hokkaido, even a beer museum will emphasis on the spirit of exploration. Beer is not just a golden drink, but rather the result of some men's great effort in building up a brewery industry during the Meiji period.

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July, 2009: Souya Misaki, Wakkanai, Hokkaido

This is it. If you are travelling north in Japan, this is the furthest you will get. Any further, and you will be in the sea. And judging by the rain, the wind (one guy has the whole plastic part of his umbrella blown away, leaving the 'skeleton) and the temperature, it wouldn't be a pleasant little dip.

Surprising, the monument that mark this northernmost point wasn't really grand. Beside it, there was a statue of Mamiya Rinzou, an explorer.

The only other buildings around the cape were a Jinja shrine, some restaurants, souvenir shops and a public toilet. Of course, each of these establishments proudly proclaim themselves as the northernmost....
Shrine.....

restaurant....

souvenir shop.....
Although the toilet did not claim as such, I guess other than pissing right into the sea, it would have to be the northernmost spot in Japan to do one's pissing. And did I do the pissing? Mochiron, for obvious symbolic reason....
Across the road from the northernmost-point monuments is a little hill where you can find more monuments. But this time round, monuments for world peace. Further down the road is a restaurant in a wind mill (making me feel like Don Quixote) which dishes out the supposedly-famous Souya Misaki Black Bull beef. When I was there, sheltering from the rain, drying my windbreaker and eating my lunch, the restaurant was playing a enka-style song about Souya Misaki. And it was looping on and on and on, such that every 2 minutes or so, the singer was going "....Souuuya...Miiiisaaaaaki...."
The visitor shelter next to the bus-stop has a little notebook for visitors to note down their thoughts about their visit. It seems quite a number of visitors come here as some sort of pilgremage.
There are those who came by walking all the way from some other part of Hokkaido, others who did the trip entirely on a trusty bicycle, and some more who did it to complete their Easternmost+Westernmost+Southernmost+Northernmost-points-of-Japan grand slam. Surprisely, quite a number of Hong-Kongers made their way here.

July, 2009: Wakkanai, Hokkaido

Being just one station away from the northestmost train station in Japan, it would have make sense to take the train from Minami-Wakkanai to Wakkanai station. But I enjoyed my morning shower a little too much. And by the time I rush to the train station, I could only see a sleepy-looking school girl walking out of the station. I knew I have missed the morning train. The lady and her customer at the train station kiosk confirmed that, gesturing at the time table, telling me the next train would be about an hour away.

I decided to take the bus. And by the time the bus arrived, the clear morning sky has given way to an overcasted one. By the time I reached the Wakkanai train station, it was drizzling. And the rain did not stop until much later in the evening. Anyway, I have missed the morning buses to Souya Misaki (Souya Cape, the northernmost point of Japan), so have to check out Wakkanai central while waiting for the 1pm bus to the cape. I didn't expect much, but the Wakkanai Park on a hill overlooking the sea was a pleasant little hike.
Too bad the weather was bad, and the rain was really bringing the temperature down quite a few degrees. And I was more or less in my summer clothings. The Wakkanai Park has some monuments, and being a fishing port, the crab and other seafoods were the other attraction of the city/town. I still dream of the seafood Don.
The train station itself is probably another attraction. Various signs mark it as the northern most train station in Japan. And it come as no surprise that tourist were taking pictures of themselves by these signs.
Speaking of signs, many of the traffic signs in Wakkanai are in Russian, although I did not see a single Russian-looking person when I was there.