Thoughts Of Zen (Ambient, New Age, & Environmental Music Of Taiwan, Hong Kong, and China: 1986-2000)

Tracklist:
00:00 Du Chong (杜冲): 潇洒走一回 (Xiao Sa Zou Yi Hui)
04:00 David Mingyue Liang (梁銘越): 長風萬里 (Winds of a Thousand Li)
06:54 Endeavour (民藝復興): 祭舞 (Sacrificial Dance)
11:13 Cong Su (蘇聰): 機場/加州玫瑰花車/高雄港/海灘上的泳者 (The Airport/California's Rose-Parade/Kaohsiung Port/The Swimmer On The Beach)
15:45 Dadawa (朱哲琴): 卓玛的卓玛 (Zhouma of Zhoumas)
20:34 Chen Shyh-Shing (陳世興): 東山 (Mount Eas)t
26:18 Yuan Jung-Ping (袁中平): 浮雲 (Floating Clouds)
30:14 Chan Wing Leung (陈永良): 苦工、嫲嫲去世、搞四化 (Bitter Labour, Grandma Passed Away, Four Modernizations)
32:35 Liu Xing (刘星): 無所事事(To Do Nothing)
38:41 Wu Yiwen (武亦文): 蛙的情话 (Soft Nothings Of The Frogs)
42:51 Chen Yang (陳揚): 夏 (Summer)
49:26 Kang Qiao (康喬): 歸園田居 (Guiyuan Tianju)
54:20 John Chen (陈国平): 禅意 (Thoughts of Zen)

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Anonyma – Fionnuala’s Song [w/lyrics]

B3 from Burnt Feathers
Fellside Recordings – FE059
UK 1987

More about Fionnuala: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fionnuala

Picture: Katsuji Fukuda, Shashin no utsushikata - 1952 .

Lyrics:
This cold down, down would kill
The heart of any man
For me, no young girl’s thrill
No caring lover’s hand
White feathers shroud a heart that’s worn
Eyes that freeze hide wounds that burn

I am Fionnuala, the daughter of Lir
Enchanted for nine hundred years
These are my brothers; all three are here
A plaintive song falls on helpless ears

And when three hundred years are gone
Empowered by a magic wind
Beckoned by the gray of dawn
We lift our weary heads and wings
Above the clouds we should be free
But fate has mapped the route for me

I am Fionnuala, the daughter of Lir
Enchanted for nine hundred years
These are my brothers; all three are here
A plaintive song falls on helpless ears

And when six hundred years are gone
No one knows where we’ve come from
We gaze at life from far beyond
Please touch the sorrow of the song
And all I long for humankind
My screams are wrenched by bitter wind

I am Fionnuala, the daughter of Lir
Enchanted for nine hundred years
These are my brothers; all three are here
A plaintive song falls on helpless ears

And when nine hundred years are gone
At last a human hears our song
Lifted from our torment long
Brought to where we once belonged
But fate has still one hand to play
For no human form withstands that age

I am Fionnuala, the daughter of Lir
Enchanted for nine hundred years
These are my brothers; all three were here
Our plaintive song fell on helpless ears




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