(Adam Cheung)
Thanks to all who came out and shared your poems and
thoughts on Ka-kui. Thanks to our guest
musician aniDa for performing Ka-kui’s songs and some of her own original
pieces. And most importantly, a big
thanks to the young rocker who watches from above, who reminds us through his
music the importance of living our dreams while caring for the world.
是次小型音樂分享會得以完滿成功,全賴各位出席參與的朋友,尤其是aniDa的義務演出,她除了演繹家駒的成名作,當然還有她自己的創作作品。最重要的是一眾喜愛搖滾樂的朋友,透過他的音樂,令我們要有實現夢想的決心和心繫世界。
Polly offered an English interpretation to the song 《海濶天空》
Under A Vast Sky
Today I saw snow drifting through the sky
With a deadened heart I set off on a long
journey
hustling in the rain
I barely made out my way in the mist
Will we ever change under a vast sky
All these years confronted by jeers and
mockeries
Never have I abandoned the dream in my
heart
A sudden hesitation
And the fear of getting lost
Slowly cool down the love in my heart
(chorus)
Forgive me for being wild and yearning
for freedom
Yet fearing someday I might fall down…oh
No
To give up one's dream
It isn't hard to anyone
Never mind if someday there's only you
and me
Undaunted and carefree
I will forever sing out my songs
Walking thousands of miles
Adam’s lines were a reflection of the song 《情人》
If my thoughts go back to a time
When our distant waiting was a grand old story
Let you and I be kept apart
For absence makes the heart grow purple
If my thoughts go back to the airport and your blue
cardigan
The way your sleeves hung loose, your pale hands flickering
Let the colours stain the mind
For a fountain of inspiration
If my thoughts go back to the way you gazed into the
distance
When you said you’d die before thirty
I may give up the chance of running into you on a humid
Friday night
Unless you’ve moved to the City as I have
And the pressure has you chained to a flat by the gray
harbour
Married to a man with a thick-strapped watch
Drowned in white laced curtains and afternoon programs
Your prediction was true
You gaze into the distance
With the same melancholy that touched me then
Oh, the City is too small
Surely we’ll meet on the streets by chance on a humid
Friday night
And you’ll be with yours
His leather belt, polished shoes, oblivious
To my breezy confident strides
The closest we’ve ever come is the harshest distance yet.
But I retain my thoughts, back to a time
When our distant waiting was a grand old story
Yet perhaps the better story
Is if I had never left.
Danny’s poetic tribute was set to the song 《無人的演奏》
Limelight
is my name (2011-4-26)
10 in the evening
audience flocked down the railing
away from the stage
applauded and twinkled once upon a time
Limelight flares
upon a body laying over there
there in the centre centre
bumping and leaking in the stare
he hoped to be there
whispering to him he could not have done any better
At one point
he wished to surpass Laurence Olivier
conquering all stages and theatres
becoming a name shining forever after
But now
he just wanted to be embraced by someone so very dear
for he finds such comfort a much concrete answer
And yet
all he can find is the limelight he could never get over
with tears shivering down the untrodden powdered frontier...
audience flocked down the railing
away from the stage
applauded and twinkled once upon a time
Limelight flares
upon a body laying over there
there in the centre centre
bumping and leaking in the stare
he hoped to be there
whispering to him he could not have done any better
At one point
he wished to surpass Laurence Olivier
conquering all stages and theatres
becoming a name shining forever after
But now
he just wanted to be embraced by someone so very dear
for he finds such comfort a much concrete answer
And yet
all he can find is the limelight he could never get over
with tears shivering down the untrodden powdered frontier...
In our hearts -- Kammy Wong
We thought of you with love today,
But that’s nothing new
We thought of you yesterday,
And days before that too!
Constantly, we hear your songs,
Loudly, we speak your name.
Silently, we think of you,
Magically, we see you on stage….
You weave and you simile,
Swing your head, play the guitar;
Your voice gets hoarse, but still you
sing.
How we wish you’re still here!
Your memory is our keepsake
With which we’ll never part,
God has you in his keeping,
We have you in our heart
(photos by Wong Wai Yim)
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