When she got home to HK, Janet emailed in some lovely pics of her own - here's a selection. The first one includes a photo of some other Chinese visitors (from Beijing) who just happened to be visiting, so it was very helpful to have some of our songwriters on hand to translate.
Here's Ryan's summary of the week;
Just got back our trip last night and I’m beat. Luckily we made it back before the typhoon hit otherwise we’d be stuck in the airport right now. Anyway, here’s pictures of Creative Exchange 2008 that I was apart of in Bath, London. It was a joint project between C.A.S.H, PRS Foundation, and Bath Spa University. There was 4 HK songwriters (Rachel Kar, Janet Yung, Ng King Pan, and myself) and 4 London songwriters (Richard Lobb, Sara Spade, Carly Bryant, and Katy Carr) along with Joe Bennett (Music Director), Chris Blanden (Producer), and Peter Sarstedt (Special Guest).
Katy Carr - voice and banjolele
Rachel Kar - piano
King Pan Ng - erhu
Jerry Chow Chow
Jerry Chow Chow
ni yong yuan shi wo de bao bei
Jerry Chow Chow
Jerry Chow Chow
Loving you the same everyday
B
Your love is so perfect
I can't believe you're mine
All of my world is yours
Give me a chance to tell you how i feel
Under the Hong Kong sky
A
Jerry Chow Chow
Jerry Chow Chow
ni yong yuan shi wo de bao bei
INSTRUMENTAL
Woof Woof
Jerry Chow Chow
Jerry Chow Chow
ni yong yuan shi wo de bao bei
Outro
Produced by Chris Blanden
I remember a dream of when
we sat under a tree of hanging mangoes
Oh how I long to be there again
We wrote Kin and Sara under the mango tree
A promise by finger tips under sky pink blue
You smiled at me as your cheeks turned red
It seems like it was only yesterday
we flew away on wide wings spread
We wrote Kin and Sara under the mango tree
And the day was long and I lost myself
So happy in the hills I haven't seen for many years
Now that my hair is grey and I don't know where you are
Sometimes I wonder what could be
If we still sat together under the mango tree
I could spend forever wondering how it could be
Our strictest task - to write a song in AABA form - was, interestingly, the one that most people found easiest. It seems to bear out Stravinsky's theory that creative constraints seem to enhance personal expression.
"...my freedom will be so much the greater and more
meaningful the more narrowly I limit my field of action and the more I surround
myself with obstacles. Whatever diminishes constraint diminishes strength.
The more constraints one imposes, the more one frees one's self of the chains
that shackle the spirit."
[The Poetics of Music, 1939]
Sara Spade: Voice
Alone at the movies and one empty seat
and I'm missing you holding my hand
Lots of new faces, my head's in a spin
but your wonderful eyes I picture in my mind
So I'll be calling you calling you every day
keeping you close to me
Calling you calling you just to say
Call me and my heart will answer
I'm sitting and waiting for you to come home
but I don't hear your key in the door
It's grey skies and downpours. The city is cold
but with your every email sunshine fills the room
CHORUS
Will you be different when you come back? ' _
How long till we meet again?
It's been so long since I saw your face
I wonder if this can last
CHORUS X 2
People of the world are losing control
They’re getting upset at traffic and the weather - better
Learn how to let it go
People of the world are always up in aeroplanes
People of the world are going too fast – if you
Don’t look up - step out of the shadows – then you’re
Missing all the good stuff – yeah you’re
Missing all the good stuff
I don’t know why we only care about money?
I don’t know why we fight?
But I know this much
We need more love
People of the world don’t like our attitude
People of the world are taking up arms and
They’re getting upset- taking to the rooftops
Shouting we have suffered enough
Shouting we have suffered enough
SOLO
People wanna blow, people wanna blow us up
People wanna blow, people wanna blow us up
People wanna blow, people wanna blow us up
People wanna blow, people wanna blow us up
People of the world…
We’ve gotta stop going up in aeroplanes
We’ve gotta stop with playing guns
We’ve gotta start talking to each other now
We’ve gotta see that we’re all just people of the world
One Two Three Four
Yat Ye Saam sei
一二三四
Jump Airplane Jump Airplane Jump Air Air Air Plane
Tiu Fay Gay Tiu Fay Gay Tiu Fay Fay Fay Gay
跳飛機
One Two Three Four Five
Yat Ye Saam sei Ng
一二三四五
Six Seven Eight Nine Ten
Luk Chet baat gau sap
六七八九十
One Two Three Four Five
Look at the Sky Look at the Ground
Six Seven Eight Nine Ten
Tai ha yau bin
睇下右邊
Tai ha jor bin
睇下左邊
[voice and violin]
Skipping wiith my little girl
Skipping with my little boy
If you run a hundred miles
Mama takes you to the park
[banjolele and 2 voices]
Skipping wiith my little girl
Skipping with my little boy
If you run a hundred miles
Mama dai lei ho gung yuen
媽媽帶你去公園
(clap)
Jump Airplane Jump Airplane Jump Air Air Air Plane
Tiu Fay Gay Tiu Fay Gay Tiu Fay Fay Fay Gay
跳飛機
Skipping wiith my little cat
Skipping with my little dog
If you kiss me on the cheek
I will give you little cake
Skipping wiith my little cat
Skipping with my little dog
If you kiss me on the cheek
I will give you little cake
Baba Mama Ye ling Ye luk sei
Baba Mama Ye ling Ye Chet Baat
[banjolele and 2 voices]
Baba Mama Ye ling Ye luk sei
Baba Mama Ye ling Ye Chet Baat
(clap)
Jump Airplane Jump Airplane Jump Air Air Air Plane
Tiu Fay Gay Tiu Fay Gay Tiu Fay Fay Fay Gay
clap
One Two Three Four
Go to sleep now
clap
Five Six Seven Eight
Fai di fung gau
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