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成名在望 Life Live

找一個和弦開始唱 那故事遺忘的時光
起點是那平凡的成長
或初學吉他時 少年們的模樣

那一年的舞台 沒掌聲 沒聚光
只有盆地邊緣 不認輸 的倔強
排練室的日夜 在爭論 在激盪
以音量去吞噬 無退路 的徬徨

那黑的終點可有光 那夜的盡頭可會亮
那成名在望 會有希望 或者是無知的狂妄
那又會怎麼樣 「那又會怎麼樣？」

混跡過酒場的駐唱 才讀懂人性的尋常
背負過音樂節的重量
才體會每場仗 都仰賴槍與糧

夢是把熱血和 汗與淚 熬成湯
澆灌在乾涸的 貧瘠的 現實上
當日常的重量 讓我們 不反抗
倒地後才發現 荒地上 渺茫 希望 綻放

穿過了搖滾或糖霜 昧俗或理想 批判或傳唱 道路上
只能看遠方 最遠的地方 應許的他方 不停衝撞

看過多少臉龐 飛過多少異鄉
少年早已蒼茫 回頭望 我在何方

一站又一站的流浪 那旅館和空港
一遍又一遍的採訪 和攻防
一雙又一雙的目光 像監獄和高牆
牆裡的風光是不是 如當初想像？
那黑的終點可有光 那夜的盡頭可會亮
那成名在望 是否風光 或者是瘋狂的火光
那又該怎麼樣 「那又能怎麼樣？」

While we were so young 我夢到當時 我們翻過牆
曼陀羅花 沿途綻放
我們光腳越過人間荒唐

We're stupid but strong 放學的屋頂 像萬人廣場
從不多想 只是信仰
少年回頭望 笑我「還不快跟上？」

那路的起點誰能忘 那路的盡頭誰在唱
誰成名在望 誰曾失望 卻更多的誰在盼望

那黑的終點可有光 那夜的盡頭天將亮
那成名在望 無關真相 如果你心始終信仰
誰又能怎樣？ 誰又能怎樣？

「你就能飛翔」

成名在望 Life Live

Let’s find a chord line and start to sing, That story forgot by time
Our starting point was our common growth
When we were first learning the guitar, We teens were all the same

The stage that year had no applause, no spotlight
Only an edge of a basin, an unyielding stubbornness.
In the rehearsal room day and night, We debated, we sparred,
Using volume to swallow up The uncertainty of no way out.

Is there light at the end of that darkness, Will that night’s end ever brighten?
Will that prospective fame Have hope, or is it just wild arrogance?
What will happen then? “What will happen then?”

Mixed in with the resident singers of the bars, I came to understand the ordinariness of human nature
Having shouldered the weight of the music festival
I came to realize that every battle Relies on ammunition and provisions

Dreams are made from a stew of passion, sweat, and tears
Poured on the dry, barren ground of reality
When the weight of every day Makes us not resist
Only by falling down can we find that on the wasteland A slim, vague hope blooms

Having gone through rock ‘n’ roll and frosting, Vulgarity and ideals, Criticism and praise, On the road
I can only look far away, The furthest place, That promised elsewhere, To keep on charging.

How many faces have I seen, How many foreign lands have I traveled through,
The youth have long since faded, Looking back, where am I now?

The wandering from stop to stop, Those hotels and airports,
The endless interviews and crossfire,
The countless pairs of eyes Like prisons and high walls.
Is the scenery inside the walls What I imagined it would be?
Is there light at the end of that darkness, Will that night’s end ever brighten?
Is that prospective fame glamorous, Or is it just the bright light of madness?
What should we do then? “What can we do then?”

While we were so young, I dreamed of when we would scale the walls
Mandala flowers bloomed all along the way
Barefoot we crossed the human absurdity

We were stupid but strong, The school rooftop after class Seemed like a stadium.
I never thought much about it, I just believed.
Looking back, the youth smiled and said, “Why aren't you keeping up?”

Who could forget where that road started, Who will sing at its end?
Who anticipates fame, Who has been disappointed, But who else is hoping?

Is there light at the end of that darkness, Will the sky lighten at the end of that night?
That prospective fame is irrelevant, If you always believe in your heart,
Who can do what? Who can do what?

“You can fly”