Jazzy Grandma 作词 : David Wen Wei Liang 作曲 : Yunfan Sun/David Wen Wei Liang 编曲／制作：Dave Liang & 孙云帆 演唱：Dave Liang & 孙云帆 Zoom in the lens on a wild, wild East See a clever girl, daughter of a squanderer Dressed in second hand love, fibers so tough Clinging by a thread but she hauled herself up Yearned for higher learning, didn’t have the right chromosomes Told her only duty was to pass his chromosomes Hard pass, to the mountains she fled Rocked out on the organ with a chorus of kids Soundtrack to a carefree time Green jagged hills kept the chaos in line Gold dust sprinkled all over the place, over the clothes, over the hair Everyday a celebration in the tropical heights River mirror glowed with the purple twilight Evening boat rides on a gentle wave of clouds And she would row this way and that way This way, that way This way, that way Which way she will row Nobody knows, nobody knows This way, that way This way, that way Which way she will row Nobody knows, she doesn’t know Now and then she would get a rosy letter Every brushstroke drew a better future But the sketches in ink never came to be Blotted out by a storm fast approaching it was time to flee Hitched to the wagon of a slumbering beast Rolling over rocks at a breakheart speed Mad dash ascending to a city on the hill But the race didn’t stop at the top She found herself trapped in a cauldron of heat Surrounded by a feast but only given scraps to eat Lights came on, masks came off, orders came down, Dirty laundry piling up And out from underneath she crawled to the window Peeked through the pane, the moon gave the go ahead Open the hatch, the cool wind lifted her wings, carried her out, over the wall, off she flew This way, that way This way, that way Which way she will fly Nobody knows, nobody knows This way, that way This way, that way Which way she will fly Nobody knows, she doesn’t know From the summit she bobbed down the river Current so erratic she learned to maneuver the ball Each bounce gathering dialects, black and white photographs, three little ones and Always in motion, surrounded by commotion Contamination came out in the wash of the ocean What remains is a childhood collection of music and words Minus the hurt Many years later she dreams of the weather in the tropical heights Can’t quite recall that purple twilight nor the names, the faces, the green and the gold But the feeling is the same Never had a compass built according to plan Caught a few breaks and the arrow would bend but it never ever came to a stop It’d either go this way or that way This way, that way This way, that way Which way she will dream Nobody knows, nobody knows This way, that way This way, that way Which way she will dream Nobody knows, only she knows