yellow-orange blue-green

Soco Amaretto Lime
these words look yellow, orange, green sherbet colors to me.

Thanks to imeem and YouTube, I've found a song, the guitar-string-pulse of which has followed me in pockets, around corners, and on dark ledges since the night we plucked it out on guitar and base in our own voices in the night-curtained room at my best friends' house, insulated now by memory.

I have since passed through the age of 18.


We said the end was somewhat reminiscent of Caulfield's Wake up, ya morons!
I listen to the guitar heartbeat of this whole song, partly waiting for the ending.




青春舞曲

Qingchun Wuqu
A Uighur folk song

blue-green 青 and spring　春　: youthfulness


This version is for a Chinese equivalent of American Idol.

太阳下山明早依旧爬上来
花儿谢了明天还是一样的开
美丽的小鸟飞去无影踪
我的青春小鸟一去不回来
我的青春小鸟一去不回来
别的那样呦别的那样呦
我的青春小鸟一去不回来

My experience with Chinese is very little, but here's my impression of the lyrics:

The sun descends behind the mountains, but climbs up in the morning.
Flowers wilt, but tomorrow again open.
A beautiful bird flies, leaving not even a trace of a shadow.
The years of my youth fly like that bird, never returning.





From The Rubaiyat
by Omar Khayyam

VII
Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring
Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling:
The Bird of Time bas but a little way
To flutter--and the Bird is on the Wing.