Ramblerdee.

I like to ramble on and on about things at that moment that I am experiencing a tsunami of feelings for.

Things like, a song I just heard, the vision of performing the song in front of a large crowd, taking in that last breath before delivering the last line of the song, just... the song itself.

Its melody, its lyrics, its arrangement, the singer, that high falsetto, that brilliant imperfection that makes it so real, so unreal, so close to my heart.

I'm not a complicated music lover.

I am too simple.

I need to expose myself to more, to different genres, different styles, different possibilities.

Not simply as a singer-wannabe, but as a person who experiences such un-describable, inexplicable shivers when I listen to songs in its full glory. Audio technica headphones completely surrounding my ear lobes and throwing in decibals after decibals of great audio wavelengths.

I love to ramble.

I love to feel.

I love these shivers I experience in the middle of the night simply listening to music.

And one blog is not enough for all my rambling.

From now on, this is where I'm going to throw all the rubbish thoughts and emotions I get from listening to good music.

Shit. Music is amazing.

I mean the fact that I'm starting another blog just to ramble on and on about music is amazing no?

You know what would be more amazing?

If i started TWO blogs just to ramble on and on about music...

You know what would be like radically amazing?

If i started THREE blogs just to ramble on and on about music....

That's not impossible you know. Judging by how far I am down the rambling road with this first post...

Wow.



This song again.
It slaps me.
Over and over and over again.
And it hurts, but the pain is good.
At least I feel the pain.



月黑风高
陈奕迅


月黑风高弯腰在记程车
雨点大 不短的路 给蒙蔽
我那司机这样子 熬夜到天亮
不容易
谁知他说 开完车 还要替一层的大婶扫地才休息
如果能多争几个钱 让儿子上大学
没关系
太还说 没关系 再困也没有问题
只要下一代了不起
下一代 我们再 我们再 唉声叹气
在沼泽里无能为力


想不到为什么会在这里
又想去哪里
越懂得多 越不满意 越喜欢回忆
看到了背影 看不到自己
路台也都怀疑
一直走千万公里
忘记了目的


他笑着说 从来没 没念过书
只懂得 出卖劳力 求生息
所以才希望他儿子 将来能行医 有出息
他说已经大年纪
开着车 右手有一点麻痹 没问题
后天有医生做儿子 每次想到这里
就欢喜
他还说 再吃力也不要 穿的失礼
否则怎去毕业典礼
下一代 我们再 我们再 唉声叹气
在沼泽里无能为力
想不到为什么会在这里
又想去哪里
越懂得多 越不满意 越喜欢回忆
看到了背影 看不到自己
（路台）也都怀疑
一直走千万公里
忘记了目的


想不到为什么会在这里
又想去哪里
越懂得多 越不满意 越喜欢回忆
看到了路灯 看不到自己
一直到司机说
他老了 忘了问我
你想去哪里
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