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Shan Shui
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(04:37) Inspired by Chinese landscape scrolls and sung partly in Mandarin Chinese (or, more accurately, an approximation of it!).
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Cynthia Conrad, Margaret Browning, and Thomas Wall
2003 Blood Ruby

Sun Nov 16, 2003
Alternative : Alternative General
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About the song
This is a revamped version of an older song originally written by Thomas and Cynthia. The recording process for this song began sometime in late 2001 or early 2002, but only recently got the polish it needed with Margaret’s airy keyboard touches. The lyrics were inspired by Chinese landscape scrolls and are partly in Mandarin Chinese (or, more accurately, an approximation of it!). The subject matter of the lyrics complements the somewhat Asian feel of the music.
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By the wandering pines
Where the sun goes hiding
Swims a little green trout
With its shadow wallowing low
Through the wandering stream
With the stones' slick sliding
And my little fin feet seem to know
Where the water must flow.

wo deng, wo deng, wo deng shan shui

At the foot of the falls,
Yellow footbridge leaping
To a narrow footpath
Where my footsteps following go,
Past the little red roofs
With their corners sweeping
Into bristling pines
With their twisted branches of cones.

The scroll unrolls under my feet.
Where will this painted path of paper
Finally lead?
Everything pulses;
Everything is poised.
This wildness wrestles with its back
Against the void.
The scroll unrolls under my feet.
Where will this painted path of paper
Finally lead?

On a bluff clings the brush,
Tiny tiptoes hanging
To the fissured-fist rocks
All upended and overthrown.
And the pillars pile up
To the clouds' soft longing;
Though the ladder grows steep,
My feet keep climbing the stone.

wo deng, wo deng, wo deng shan shui

wo wang le zi ji
gen wo lai han shang leng qi

The scroll unrolls under my feet.
Where will this painted path of paper
Finally lead?
Everything pulses;
Everything is poised.
This wildness wrestles with its back
Against the void.
The scroll unrolls under my feet.
Where will this painted path of paper
Finally lead?


Lyrics (c) 2003 Cynthia Conrad