Yu Lin, an independent folk singer, is also known as a folk poet, troubadour, etc. Born in Yancheng, Jiangsu to a family of cement workers. The young man lost his father and once wandered around aimlessly. In 2000, he went to Guangzhou to develop and formed three folk rock bands: Onychomycosis, Walkers and Fire Eyes. He has made three self-produced song albums, none of which have been published. The style has also changed from the original rock to alternative folk. Basic introduction Chinese name: Yu Lin Birthplace: Yancheng, Jiangsu Occupation: Folk singer, folk poet Representative works: "Wake Me Up", "Like a Saint", "Walking Along the Road", "Go to *** with Bones" Characters Introduction, character evaluation, Yu Lin's musical works, "Wake Me Up", "Like a Saint", "Walking All the Way", "Use Bones to ***", some lyrics from the songbook, Hang Me Up, Wake Me Up , Left eye, right eye, pie falling from the sky, blacken yourself, exile, no choice, lonely grave thousands of miles away, pure fiction, who will recall me, caravan, character profile Yu Lin, an independent folk singer. At the same time, he is also known as a folk poet, troubadour, etc. Born in Yancheng, Jiangsu to a family of cement workers. The young man lost his father and once wandered around aimlessly. Yu Lin went to Guangzhou in 2000 to develop and formed three folk rock bands: Onychomycosis, Walker, and Fire Eyes. From 2000 to 2001, he worked as a resident band musician and singer in bars and nightclubs across Guangdong. In 2002, he left the resident band and sang in the tunnel next to Jinan University for more than half a year. Later, he worked in a music store for a period of time. At the end of the year, I recorded a demo of the song album "Wake Me Up". Only 50 copies were printed and circulated among friends. In 2003, he and the Onychomycosis Band were the guest performers at the "Folk Ballad Night for Ten Thousand People" hosted by Guangzhou Aerospace Wonders. Later, he successively participated in some small performances in Desert Bar. In the same year, he led the onychomycosis band to hold a band concert in a solo bar in Guangzhou and participated in the Indian tsunami relief benefit performance in the solo bar. In the same year, he recorded the demo of the song album "Like a Saint", and only printed 100 copies, which was not released. On November 26th and 27th, 2004, he was invited to hold a solo performance of "Walking Along the Road" at the Shuibianba University Town branch in Guangzhou. Yu Lin sang at Chongqing Nut Bar. On March 25, 2006, the Carrier Band held a "Spring Blossoms" special performance in memory of Haizi at the Castle Bar. On August 5, he participated in the 2008 Bar "Rock Time" performance. On November 17 of the same year, he served as the guest of the twelfth issue of Foshan Radio's "Urban Folk Night". In the same year, he began recording "Walking Along the Road". In 2007, the band participated in the New Year's performance at the Castle Bar on January 2. On May 19 of the same year, they participated as a guest band at the Huanong Campus of the Guangzhou University Music Festival. On September 22, they went to Foshan Gannan Music and Folk Temple Fair. On March 11, 2008, he participated in the "Shaking Spring" rock music festival hosted by 191space Bar with the Fire Eyes Band, and on March 29, he participated in the Unplugged in the Castle. On August 11, the song album "Walking Along the Road" was independently released by Walker Inn and not Music Square. On March 20, 2010, and April 4, 2010, a solo performance of "Lost My Direction" was held at Guangzhou's Kicking Bar and Shenzhen's Brown Sugar Can Bar respectively. On April 2, 2011, the first national tour with the theme "Bone to ***" began. Yu Lin sang in a high-definition bar in Lhasa. On March 2, 2012, the album "Use Bones to Go ***" was released. And toured in more than 20 cities around China except Xinjiang.
Character evaluation of Southern Music: "Like a saint's Yulin" Xiao Chao: "A genius poet, the soul of this city" Le Kui: "The Van Gogh of the music world" Wu Lei: "His dark singing will become The most resentful spiritual song in the era of the Great Leap Forward of Desire" Yu Lin's musical work "Wake Me Up" 1, Wake Me Up 2, Wall 3, That Summer 4, River 5, Happy Farmer 6, I Hope 7, Dying Confession 8, Melt 9, Pie from the Sky "Like a Saint" 1, Like a Saint 2, No Choice 3, Love Made Me Fall 4, Rock and Roll Cicadas 5, Spring Blossoms 6, Pure Fiction 7. Biped 8. Walker 9. Thought dealer 10. Beautiful beggar 11. Lonely May 12. Wasteland "Walking Along" 1. Left eye and right eye 2. Blacken yourself 3. Exile 4. Looking out 5. Going home with hallucinations 6, in vain 7, lonely grave for thousands of miles 8, who will recall me 9, chanting all the way 10, caravan 11, hang me up 12, life is as cheap as a pig "Use Bones to ***" 1 .Lost one's direction 2. Using bones to *** 3. Sneaking in the dark 4. Barefoot female doctor 5. Traveling through the wilderness 6. The wandering soul who fell into the world 7. Guangzhou *** 8. Sacred illusion 9. Part of the lyrics of the memorial songbook Hang me up and sing What I sang was just an ending Today everything I sang was lost yesterday Sing What I sang was just a prophecy Everything I sang yesterday has been fulfilled today I need a person who can Listen to my ears I'm not mute I need a new friend I need a pair of hands that can hold me I'm walking towards the cliff I'm waiting for a new friend Look into the eyes of a tiger The tiger is on my roof waking me up I look at those snakes. Those snakes that wrap around me wake me up. What is that? What is that? Standing in front of my bed. Is it a dream or a demon? Is it a dream or a demon? Where can I go when I am drunk? I want to fly but I am falling and broken. I can’t find my complete self in the mirror [It doesn’t matter who I face, it makes me cry to the sky. Life has been wasted. I just want to die drunk tonight] Children’s laughter and soap bubbles fly in the moonlight. Bats and you can’t see me. Only muttering to the night sky. Hang me up. Hang me up. You have forgotten whose descendant you are. Who will open my other eye? Who will open my other eye? Who will open my other ear? Who will open my left eye and right eye? The invisible door opens and appears in dreams and hallucinations. Who makes me change beyond recognition. Who leaves a mark on me. Who opens me gently and closes me tightly. My left eye is full of melancholy. My right eye is full of melancholy. Eyes full of fear, whose figure is erratic, whose breath is far and near, who treats me as his painting, who whispers in my heart, a butterfly steps on the light and comes to take me to the depths of the sun. A bat comes in the dark to take me to the end of the night. My left eye is full of melancholy. My right eye is full of fear. During the day, you want me to be your subject. At night, he wants me to be his slave. But I only love me. Myself, but I was deeply possessed, so I split in an out-of-control wine glass. In a crazy dawn, in a blazing pot, I burned the toys left by my lover along with the leftover fish. Later, those who followed me Everyone went crazy after the sun set and before the moon rose. A mentally ill cat walked alone in the wilderness with the secrets it had forgotten due to being electrocuted. The secrets about its owner when it was driven out of the house. Big cakes falling from the sky. Yesterday, I was lying alone by the river, counting the stars, looking at the moon, feeling that my life had no direction. Today, you suddenly came to me and accompanied me to see the Pearl River. Go crazy with me and go crazy together. I have to thank you. Who is it? God dropped a piece of cake from the sky and hung it on my neck. This is the weight that my body is willing to bear. Blacken myself. When I think about it, he will laugh. I already knew who he is, but who am I? But I don’t know. Although I have followed me all the way, I have lost myself. How come I always feel like I can’t survive here? My life is like a weed, my heart is higher than the sky, and I am suffering day and night. Are there immortals above my head? Are there ghosts under my feet? No one has received the letter.
Come down, come back here and roast your body around the fire. Since you can't escape anymore, think of a way to deceive you. Bring your youth and money. It can't be less of a tragedy or a comedy. It's good. Why am I happy? I'm here. I'm here. The music in your ears gently shakes your body and slowly melts into the night. This is a cruel game. In this world of feasting and feasting, let me fall if I can’t rise. If I can’t turn white, let me turn black. Exiled yesterday. I felt like being An exiled god. Today I am an exiled person. Tomorrow I may be an exiled ghost. Yesterday I sang divine songs. Today I sing folk songs. Tomorrow I will sing the ghost songs and go to three different places and experience three different times. Death, exile, exile, can never return to my hometown, forgetfulness, forgetfulness, walking on the road of forgetting each other, no choice, no choice, none of us have a choice, no matter where you come from, where you are going, you can't escape from the land under your feet. The sun sets and the moon rises. Telling the truth about reincarnation. There is no choice. We all have no choice. No matter where you come from or where you are going. You came crying. Can you leave with a smile? Even if you are crushed, you have to jump. Every meteor is performing a tragedy. Choice We have no choice. Just like the kite above our head, it just floats here and there. We are all toys in other people's hands. Even if we are cut into mountains and seas of fire, we will not give up. The moth has already grasped the meaning of Nirvana. We are all ants. We are all ants. We all think we are ourselves. We have climbed a high mountain, but in reality it is just a pebble at our feet. We are all dust. We are all dust. We thought we were flying into the sky, but in fact we were just shifting our seats in the wind. A thousand miles away, we are alone in the grave. Let the children who are not familiar with the world light the lanterns of death. Come on, take your crybaby sister with you. The widow lying on the bed of ice, put on your linen and tear away your plaintive voice. Come on, get up. Grandpa and grandma sitting on the roadside in a daze, put the paper money and old clothes. Bring along those who are suffering. Look at the resentment rising in the lonely graves thousands of miles away. Let's bury them together. The obscene monks hiding in the temple are ringing the wooden fish and the death knell together. Get up and hide in the gloomy palace. In the village, get up and face the pale sun. Where are the helpless souls? Let’s cry together. Our lives have no color. Our lives have no legends. When we live, no one cares. When we die, no one cares. We have no names. Without a tombstone, we are dead while we are still alive, just like a bunch of bereaved dogs turned into maggots. We want to crawl into their glittering eyes of money. We want to crawl into their ***, rippling black hearts, and we want to crawl into their plump brains. Climbing into their despicable and dirty artificial legs is purely imaginary. In the years, it wanders in a world that is getting older, but its heart is addicted to dreams and cannot wake up. The fallen leaves are still intoxicated by the caress of the old spring breeze, but they don’t know. The seasons are changing. In my dream, I thought you were still there. In fact, you were long gone. When I wake up, I can’t let go of where my little girl who bought matches has gone. This is a purely imaginary world. This is a world without a master. But I But I am addicted to the dream and cannot wake up. Who will bring my memories down? I have no power to resist anyone anymore. The fire in my heart slowly extinguishes. Countless past events rise in my heart. How many people are already in time. How many lives have been lost, but I am still here, remembering, remembering. When I fall asleep in a stranger's arms, will I appear in another person's dream? When I disappear at the end of a fantasy, who is in another place? Take me to recall the caravan. Where are you going to deceive me? Where are you going to abduct me? If there are no women in heaven, I don’t want to go. Where are you going to deceive me? Where are you going to abduct me? If there is no medicine in heaven, I don’t want to go. Death is driving me with a whip to hurry up and have fun. Youth is driving me with a whip to hurry up and have fun. Caravan. You take me to that neon city-state. I want to put my hand into its blackened heart. Caravan. You lead me into its most secret private parts and I want to tear into pieces its last clothes to hide its shame. Wherever are you going to deceive me? Wherever are you going to abduct me? If heaven doesn’t let rock and roll, I don’t want to go.