Album name: Spring. Sunlight

Singer name: Soda Green

Record company: Universal Music

Release date: May 7, 2009

Album language: Mandarin album 1CD

Album sound quality: 44K, 192Kbps VBR

Album size: 45.5MB

Album duration: 35 minutes and 1 second

Album introduction:

In 2009, Sodagreen decided to make a comprehensive cross-border breakthrough with the "Vevadi Project", presenting it with the theme of "Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter". It is expected to release four albums and A Little Arena concert.

Sodagreen’s “Vevadi Project” is named after Vivaldi, the father of ancient concertos in the early 18th century. He presented words with music and wrote the “Four Seasons” Violin Concerto , from the song "Rhapsody of Four Seasons" in the "Unparalleled Beauty" album in 2007, the idea of ????"Vevadi Project" began to sprout, and then the concert at the Little Arena also started with "Spring, Summer, Autumn" , Winter" theme is presented, so simply explain that the "Vevadi Plan" includes four seasons + four cities + four emotions + four albums, Soda Green will be gradually realized in sequence.

In the plan, "Spring" in "Taitung" belongs to warm folk songs, "Summer" in "London" belongs to passionate rock music, "Autumn" in "Beijing" belongs to melancholy poetry, and "Winter" in "Beijing" In "Berlin" it belongs to the stately classical. The first wave of "Spring Daylight" is planned to be released on 5/8. Sodagreen has a large number of creative works. It was originally planned to select suitable themes from the original unpublished works and collect them into a new album. However, after heated discussions and ideas among the members, the entire album was rewritten with new songs to express a more complete The spring concept of "spring and sunshine" is presented.

Qingfeng specially dyed his hair pink for this album. Qingfeng believes that pink can represent the feeling of spring and has a special feeling of myth. Whether the hair color will change due to the different seasons, Qingfeng smiled and said that this is a good idea and can be considered.

1. Origin of the concept

One Season, One Concept——One season, one concept

The inspiration for Soda Green’s creation this time is to use the four seasons as a music type Therefore, the season was added before the title of the album, and "Spring Sunlight" was born.

2. Songwriting and Songwriting

Brand New, Old School - Brand New Creation of Ancient Taste

The main songwriting and songwriting of Soda Green comes from lead singer Qingfeng. In order to fit the album In the breath of spring, Qingfeng wrote one or twenty new songs in one breath. He wrote unpublished works a few years ago, but did not include them in this album, so the whole album feels completely fresh. . However, this time the melody is very retro, and the intertwining of these two feelings is even more charming.

Qingfeng specially hand-wrote the song titles this time. These song titles look like they are a new poem.

3. Music Style

World Music, Folk Style——World Music Folk Style

To put it simply, this album is mainly based on the world folk style. core.

In addition to maintaining the original fresh folk atmosphere, Sodagreen specially invited Taiwan's top percussionist Li Shouxin (Xiao Bai) to play a variety of rhythm instruments from all over the world, giving the song more variety Some exotic sentiments also strengthen the overall rhythm of the album.

4. Visual expression

We're Dancing, We're Dreaming - Return to nature, dance

In order to make music closer to nature, soda green The first stop of the music journey starts from Taitung, letting the gentle embrace of the ocean carry the warm message of spring. All music videos were shot in Taitung. In addition to dancing happily with the innocent and simple local people, they also captured the beautiful scenery of Taitung. A wonderful vision between natural reality and illusion.

5. Introduction to some songs

"Sunlight"

This song sounds both quiet and dynamic, vulgar and refined, and its melody has an ancient feel. Early fun, strong and novel rhythm, which makes people want to smile but want to dance, want to hum along, but always can't keep up.

"Stop at Each Station"

In the past, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly, which was a lifelike butterfly.

If you suddenly wake up, you will be in a state of confusion.

I wonder if Zhou Zhimeng is Hu Diehe? Hu Die's dream is Zhou Yu?

—— Zhuangzi's "On the Equality of Things"

Put a melody into Zhuangzi's dream about butterflies, and then write some sentences to develop it into various stops in life! The way of expressing it while chanting and singing is extremely beautiful.

"Symphonic Dream"

This is a poem about things! The object of the song is the first spring thunderstorm, the beauty of the Waking of Insects.

After a dull afternoon, a thunderstorm came like this...

The spring rain carries the hopes of many people, and also carries the hope of many people. dream. For those of us whose society has been like winter in the past two years, aren't we also looking forward to the arrival of a real spring rain?

Sodagreen uses music to sing the praises of spring rain. As long as you taste it carefully, you will be deeply moved.

"Go Home Early"

A very warm song, the music is based on a guitar arrangement, and it sounds very nostalgic and comfortable.

Used to describe the portrayal of grandparents still supporting each other in the last stage of their lives.

The light sketch expresses reluctance and open-mindedness at the same time, which completely warms our emotions towards our family.

The album ends at the end of this song... The flute of the Shepherd sounded again, and he returned to his world with his original humanity and unconcealed beauty. Here, spring has quietly come to an end...

Album tracks:

01. Before the snow melts

02. The Shepherd takes the spring train

< p>03.Daylight

04.Between Us

05.Soundtrack

06. Stop at each station

07. One Thousand Fountains

08. Symphonic Dreams

09. Roses from Different Dimensions

10. Soundtrack

11. After Play

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12. Go home early

Before the snow melts

One night you left and one day you came

At a certain moment I understood something about me Love

Sleeping in dreams, wandering, the world comes to a standstill and only I exist

See the wind blowing and hear the clouds disperse

Foresee your love and meet the snow-white heart

The world is neither slow nor fast, good nor bad, focused and surging

No more doubts and no more fear of waking up

No more uneasiness, sunshine and darkness

Let go of time and space and exist

The sun replaces the moon and wakes up with a smile

Daylight

Wake up in the dream and dream in the morning

The morning flows up the river and under the boat island

The remaining night hooves disappear in the thinness

The idea of ????game spreads in the bubble

Beauty comes from challenging the selfless innocence

Sin comes from overcoming the fear of betrayal

The island floats under the frivolity and under the fanaticism

The madness lies under the first thunder. In the daytime

The music of the spring water strikes in the seams of the roses

The flute of the faun wakes up in the happy island

Beauty is due to the sleepiness of the coma

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Ugliness comes from ignoring the passing of dreams

The selfless innocence disappears in the smoke

The passing of dreams spreads in the reed flute

Beauty is because we overcome the fear of beauty

Beauty is because we ignore the passing of beauty

Between us

You are my toy by my side

It won’t be my problem

You are my game

on "THIS TINY LITTLE CORNER"

I am in your hands Your luggage

It will not be a problem in your hands

I am the scenery in your hands

on "THIS TINY LITTLE CORNER"

we're dancing we're dreaming

we're living we're dying

we're trying we're laughing

we're crying so fine

Stop at each station

In the past, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly.

When you suddenly wake up, you will be stunned.

I wonder if Zhou Zhimeng is Hu Diehe? Hu Die's dream is Zhou Yu?

----Zhuangzi "On the Equality of Things"

When spring set the benchmark for separation, I had a dream.

I dreamed that I turned into a human being and walked onto the grassland,

watching myself flying around.

The rain wets the wings, but it makes the fragrance of the flowers clearer;

Although the Grain Rain is cold, it makes the bright colors more majestic.

When I was a butterfly, I didn't know I was so happy.

Have I ever encountered this bunch of flowers? Or was this flower born because of me?

Can I meet him again? Or have I never bloomed?

However, I know that the flower will mark my pattern from now on

<< Chaque papillon etait le fantome d'une fleur passe,

revenant a la recherche de elle-meme >>.

("Every butterfly is the ghost of a former flower, returning to find itself.")

The reclusive woman, her friend said.

When I dreamed of being a human being, I discovered this overlooked happiness.

Est-ce que j'ai vraiment rencontre cette fleur?

Etait-elle nee pour moi?

Est-ce que je vais la revoir? < /p>

N'ai-je jamais eclos?

(Have I met this flower? Was she born because of me?

Can I meet her again? Or have I never blossomed? )

Looking for the butterfly in the past life, becoming a human in the tentacles of dreams;

The body form is the station of life.

People who know too much are tripped up by their own minds and wander around in calculations

And those wings that are not afraid of tapirs and do not understand life and death are flying in the most beautiful scenery

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I look forward to being a happy butterfly when I wake up.

Elle a dit:[m] (She said /m/

Elle a dit:[n] She said /n/

Elle a dit: [m] She said /m/

Elle a dit:[n] She said /n/

Elle a dit:[z] She said /z/

En suite, elle a dit:[pok] Then, she said /pok/

A la fin, elle a dit:[ch] Finally, she said /ch/ )

----Quoted from Xia Yu's "Passive" (Salsa, 1999)

Translation: Xia Yu

Female voice: Xie Xinyi

French voice: Xia Yu

Translation: Xia Yu, Xiaowo, Julien Chameroy

Note: Xia Yu thanks Julien for his valuable suggestions on the French translation

"Every butterfly is a former one." The ghost of a flower comes back to find itself.

”

From the complete collection of Zhang Ailing’s "Rumors·Yanying Quotes", published by Crown Books

A Thousand Fountains

There are a thousand fountains in a small town Inside

Lost people often wander at the intersection of overlapping streets

I said, wow, wow, wow...

Every flying spring comes from A drop of water

How people have lost their original intention at the starting point

The midday sun comes from far away in the darkest universe

How the self has ignored the scenery The temptation of

and I say, no, no, no...

Let us be the clock that runs backwards

The lamb in spring learns to fly The bird in front

How can a drop of green sprout produce a pond of fruit or a song about me

If you don’t forget the beginning, you won’t be afraid of the future

I say, no, no, no ......

and I said wow, wow, wow......

Symphonic Dream

Sleeping deeply in the afternoon

< p>The noisy birds are all deaf

Andante is waiting in the song

Waiting for you to come and quench my thirst in the rainy season

The sound of thunder is loud and clear The earth hums

This is the moment when everything in the earth and river holds their breath

I was awakened by you in the afternoon after sleeping for a century

The mist rises from behind and turns into water droplets

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The transparent wound and the beautiful cruelty are hidden in the soil

The sonorous birth of the rain is quieter than the ensemble of dreams

The Qianmo Muche raps because of you

< p>The sound of thunder is like a lamp knocking on the excitement of a year

The presto becomes a song and the song is completed into a river

The river is running wildly, beating the dry chaos

Sleeping I was awakened by you in the afternoon of the first century

The mist rose from behind and turned into water droplets

The transparent wounds and the beautiful cruelty were hidden in the soil

The sonorous sound of rain Childbirth is quieter than the ensemble of dreams

The thoughts that have been lying dormant for a whole season are peeled off by you

The cotton wool crawls into the hair to calculate the age

The growth of the climate is monsoon. Put the memories into the textbook

I will mend myself

Prune myself to welcome you to wet my dry heart

When the rain stops, wash away the smoke and dust

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New flower stalks are looking forward to showing off their colors

People open their doors to their homes at dusk

The quiet and deep world welcomes you at this moment of life

A rose from another dimension

Your eyes are a rose from another dimension

Bloom but not withered

Stubborn but not hypocritical

Your heart is a rose that has given up water

Dry but not haggard

Bright red but not ambiguous

You can’t stop your hand

< p>I and I are not willing to be planted

You, you have tasted fireworks

I and I can only be teased by you

Your eyes are like flowers that surrender to the night Rose

Lonely but not timid

Proud but not regretful

Your love is a teasing black rose

Choose to burst at dusk

Laughing at the self-centered, holy and boring brilliance of the sunrise

I, I, can’t speak

You, you let yourself be swallowed up

I, I Became neon

You, your burning throat

Turn around and resolutely see through

You, you are stained with splashing ink

I, I let myself Submerged

You and you have become fireworks

I and I are burning eyes

You and you can’t stop your hands

I and I cut day and night Bell

You stepped into the black hole

I drank the red wine you made

Drunk and climbed through madness and made dreams

After playing

Higurashi always thinks of the sunrise and then Heiwan lowers his head

The desire to be afraid of light begins to twinkle and the stars are fishing in the vast fields

If you can’t find wine around you, drink your own shadow

If you feel a little short of words Let the four eyes communicate

If you have ever had a little dream, please remember the outline of your imagination

If you don’t want to do anything for the time being

At least you still have I decorate the end of the purple night

I say what I say like holding hands

The noise of distance disappears

You say what you say I can’t hear enough

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Trouble is like a flea when you pinch it to pieces

Kick it away

Keep your cat-like behavior and lose your tank face

Keep your joking humor and wet this minute with laughter

If you have ever held a palm of water, the tighter you hold it, the more you will lose

If your mouth is looking for ears

Follow the moon and fireflies waste this sky

Go home early

It is a place where people feel abandoned

The main road is short The bungalow is full of noisy yellow plums

Life is short, the fruits in full bloom in the mountains are paved with old-age branches

The days are long, as long as we stand at the window waiting for our children

We They are all one person plus the appearance of another person

The wall of time extends from their palms to our shoulders

Wandering starlight speaks to me on behalf of so many eyes

Go home early, come home early

The naked and sticky childhood is forgiven

The stumbling and gray hair depends on us to appreciate

Life It’s too long to count the happiness or sadness

The days are short, as long as you stay with your children

We are all one person plus the appearance of another person

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The wall of time is from their palms to our shoulders

Wandering starlight speaks to me instead of so many eyes

Go home early, go home early

The shadows of the hearts are blurred and the steps of holding hands are in pairs

The sky is vast and the moon is pale, your river basin is echoing

The sound of laughter and moans is slowly coming, and the road in front of the end is warm

The sun rises on the roof of the central earth roof