Through the Park, Almost There

by Lonely Leary

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阴影上升,夜在落 蜂鸣划过 序列的灯光 阴影上升,夜在落 蜂鸣划过 序列的灯光 从一条街走向另一条街 视线裹挟溢出污水的地面 骤然间 倾泄的人群暴雨般下降 坐在长椅上,被时间遗忘 而颤栗的季节从无关正确 只剩游荡对视漫漫长夜 阴影上升,夜在落 蜂鸣划过 序列的灯光 阴影上升,夜在落 蜂鸣划过 序列的灯光 很快公园将会开始晕眩 灌木后面升起油腻的烟 骤然间 倾泄的人群暴雨般下降 坐在长椅上,被时间遗忘 而颤栗的季节从无关正确 只剩游荡对视漫漫长夜 即便人群在噪音中间纵身跳跃 即便明天城市将听见新的语言 你已厌倦,疲于进入无聊的三月 终于看见自己将眼睛转向火焰 转向火焰 骤然间
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你不需要任何人陪伴 这是夏天开始的夜晚 秘密空气已经点燃 这是飞船失控的夜晚   你会想起有一些事情 时间、秩序和愉悦的来临 窗外雨季还没过去 烟雾在你脑海爆炸成森林   瞬间膨胀一些隐匿的景象 你不会感到过分紧张 拒绝接受来自未知的邀请吗? 你看世界都已经烂了   你会想起有一些事情 时间、秩序和愉悦的来临 窗外雨季还要继续 烟雾渗入房间扩张的阴影   你还会想起更多的事情 即便那些你一度已忘记 你还会想起更多的事情 厌恶在你脑海爆炸成森林
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背向的房间,空气很坏 通过的光线也都被污染 时间会在静止中无尽变慢 让他在这个濒临枯萎的夜晚 等待腐烂   陈旧的彩电,喧哗的图像 倾斜在晦暗中燃烧的工厂 持续传送的画面让人感到紧张 难以抑制关于自毁的臆想 消逝的火光   赶在熄灭之前作最后一次燃烧 万有引力在火焰中宣告失效 被搅乱的血液,升起浪潮 从难以名状的低处穿过隧道 冲入大脑
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幽灵般沉默游荡 作一次造访,进入城市 进入焚尽的癫狂 成千成万个入口在头顶开放 不锈钢球型雕塑 覆盖银色的光   有一些声音 窃窃低语的声音 离去后延续的回响 还有一些风景 和一些灯被关闭 注视中微弱的恐慌   玻璃建筑顶端落下 一次风暴,分散在城市 沦陷的信号 清醒的雨水漫延污秽湮没大脑 不锈钢球型雕塑 正被黑色笼罩   有一些声音 急于吞没眼睛 能看到一切的意象 还有一些风景 持续熄灭的中心 城市宣告停止膨胀
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1点 混合的烟 无所谓的音乐 涌上大街
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他向中心趋近 穿过空气趋近 他向中心趋近 带着未知的邀请 四面八方都是被复制的风景 没人知道那是怎样的征兆 四面八方都是被复制的风景 没人知道那是怎样的征兆   他从高处降临 措手不及地降临 他从高处降临 垂直向下的躯体   四面八方都是被复制的声音 没人知道那是坠落的喊叫 四面八方都是被复制的声音 没人知道那是坠落的喊叫   数以千计 数以千计 数以千计 数以千计的中心 数以千计的秩序   四面八方全都是彻底的声音 遮蔽的眼睛迸出鲜红的喊叫 四面八方全都是彻底的声音 遮蔽的眼睛迸出鲜红的喊叫
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With same chord in the earphone go around I wandered in People's Park all day long Riding my burning home in rotten and mess Drink some Sprite mixed "Red Star"   Lying on an ashes bed I feel no tense My body's still and my mood's in ice I can't chase the fashion that other youths in Street scene flash in front of my eyes   Hey buddy, live in Twenty-First century Just go straight back and still Stay ugly   Hey buddy, you are junks bloom in a May Just turn around and fade away Stay ugly   With same chord in the earphone go around I wandered in paranoid all night long Waking in my burning home in rotten and mess It's getting too real to see fading stars   Light a cigar stay numb in cloud I check my note find no one to call With filthy sunshine fast leave from my room I decide to go the zoo to meet animal   Stand out of style, stay ugly Stand out of style, stay ugly Stand out of style, stay ugly Stand out of style, stay ugly   Chord is ugly, park is ugly Alcohol is ugly, cigar is ugly Sunshine is ugly, cloud is ugly So fuckin ugly So stay ugly
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是时间开始,作出决定—— 挣开手臂,银色窜起 随后通过建筑并置的通道 通过死去的鱼群   寒冷彻底放弃封锁的 消息宣告: “现在,秩序已经发明。人们将投进油腻的气体,向烧焦的复制品致敬。”   冬天从此不再恐惧 烟雾会在迟疑中停止刺激 真的,不要再浪费自己 不要质疑,这确定可以确定   现在你必须做出决定,将剩下的银色吞进肺里;你已经浪费了太多机会,国家电力不会持续供应。房间只剩下很短的清醒,潮水般的液体涌上墙壁。空气中渗透树丛的味道、头顶开裂的声音,你知道——   冬天从此不再恐惧 烟雾会在迟疑中停止刺激 真的,不要再浪费下去 这就是结局,确定可以确定
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这是缄默的夜晚 梧桐繁密的大街 风从一端去另一端 当劣性空气弥漫 铁皮焊造的房间 几近被愉悦毁灭的脸 看见复眼 割裂的世界 走进缄默的夜晚 灯箱积聚的光线 穿越国道,去向意外 看见河流的阻断 看见污水的漫延 雕像落下 拆作碎片 投向复眼 割裂的世界
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后马厂在下坠 后马厂在下坠 从彻夜无尽的旋转中惊醒 后马厂在下坠   后马厂在下坠 后马厂在下坠 剥裂的墙皮像跌落的风景 后马厂在下坠   后马厂在下坠 后马厂在下坠 覆盖着沥青土地分离的声音 后马厂在下坠   后马厂在下坠 后马厂在下坠 八号线地铁轰鸣消失在头顶 后马厂在下坠
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(I − 6 The Message of Posture) Observe your body Mandala of the universe Observe your body Of ancient design Holy temple of consciousness Central stage of the oldest drama Observe its structured wonders   Skin Hair Tissue Bone Vein Muscle Net of nerve Observe its message   Does it merge or does it strain? Does it rest serene on sacred ground? Or tilt, propped up by wire and sticks? On tiptoe one cannot stand for long Tension retards the flow   Of the session it is said− Superfluous noise and redundant action Stand out− square, proud, cramped   Against the harmony Observe the Mandala of your body

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Flashy as a buzzsaw under a naked bulb, noise-sick Beijing post-punk trio Lonely Leary’s debut album Through the Park, Almost There rips through your comfort zone with a breezy unease. Mechanical, maniacal drums and robotic bass lines propel them forward, but they’re all burning flesh, aimless angst coursing through down-and-out anthems like “Stay Ugly.” Song Ang’s guitar cuts surgically, hypnotically on tracks such as mid-album highlight “Silver City,” while vocalist Qiu Chi barks his dissatisfaction throughout, most directly and despondently on “Prayers for Preparation,” the sickly ritual album closer. These songs have been through the gauntlet, spent years in trial on Beijing’s dirtiest live house stages, and emerge now clear enough to hear, opaque enough to feel on the gut level of vague nausea. Through the Park, Almost There doesn’t quite arrive, but it launches one of Beijing’s best current bands, Sisyphus-style, onto the next leg of their twisted journey to the top of the hill.

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released April 27, 2018

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