《六月》
愚人船樂隊
妈妈赐予我的身体
我在那里找到了爱情
一九八九年的灰色春天
血色天空弥漫着哭泣
六月的花儿开在哪里
六月的人们去了哪里
生命的鸟群早已飞去
带着我的爱情飞去
我是美丽受伤的麦子
吐露芬芳站在山冈
又是一个阴沉沉的今天
这片大地承受着荒凉
六月的花儿开在哪里
六月的人们去了哪里
生命的鸟群早已飞去
带着我的爱情飞去
啊 回来吧 回来哟
六月 消失的太阳
啊 回来吧 回来哟
唯一给我温暖的太阳
還有一首是搖滾歌手Robert在聽到六四事件的時候零時創作的歌曲
“It’s like theres two different ways at looking at things, you can either think it doesnt make any fucking difference at all anyway, so that your like stuck in the same place and it wouldnt make any difference if you were to die now with a coin stuck right in the middle of your head or if you were prepared to go and say I need to sing a song called faith, but someone says you cant, someone says you cant sing it, so what do you do? This is for everyone that died today in china, its called faith”
Catch me if I fall
I’m losing hold
I can’t just carry on this way
And every time
I turn away
I lose another blind game
The idea of perfection holds me
Suddendly I see you change
Everything at once
The same
But the mountain never moves
You rape me like a child
Christened in blood
Painted like an unknow saint
There’s nothing left but hope
Your voice is dead
And old
And always empty
Trust in me through closing years
‘Cause perfect moments wait
If only we could stay
Please
Say the right words
Or cry like the stone white clown
And stand
Lost forever in a happy crowd
No one lifts their hands
No one lifts their eyes
You justified with every word
The party just gets better and better
I went away alone
With nothing left
But faith
It makes me think I would dare this.
It makes me think I would dare this.
Someone walks up to you and is so much bigger than you and says : “Shut your fucking face !”.
You can garb hold their eyes and go, and they will fall down in front of you, fall down in front of you.
But it’s so much different if a man walks up and he’s this high…
He says : “Shut your fucking face !”
And holds a gun to my mouth.
What will I do ? What will I do ?
What would you do ?
He won’t let me speak, he says : “You can only say the word -YES-.
If I ask you a question you say -NO-
I shoot the back of your fucking head”. He says : “Do you love me ?
Do you love me ?”
I’ll say, I’ll say……… I’ll say…
He’s this small, this far away. He says : “I’m fucking waiting for your answer. Answer me now ! Do you love me ? Do you love me ?”
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahouuuuuuuuuhhh ! I SAY NO !
‘Cause I fucking don’t love you ! ‘Cause I fucking don’t love you !
Walk into the room, push anything in my face, anything in my mouth !
I’ll never fucking love you !
And push this deep inside your head.
And push this deep inside your head.
This means nothing, means nothing !
There’s nothing left but faith.
There’s nothing left but faith.
There’s nothing left but faith.
There’s nothing left but faith…
Thank you very much and good night.
And don’t forget.
孩子的鞋
陳升
我有一双鞋遗落在离家的路
母亲你是否看见孩子他来不及捡
走了许多路看不见有情的脸
母亲你是否听见夜空里哭泣声音
孩子的脸上没有了笑容
轻轻闭上他泪干的双眼
风向何处吹吹不尽无知的脸
人们啊何时看见夜空里饥饿的脸
我有一双鞋遗落在离家的路
朋友你是否看见孩子他哭泣的脸
天上的神你是否听得见孩子想在草原上飞
飞到母亲温暖的怀抱中吻她火热的泪痕
我有一双眼全世界都已看见
母亲已哭干了眼夜空里依然是火
夜空里哭泣的脸
九片棱角的回憶
高旗
我曾见过九片棱角的回忆
我已忘记昨日的消息
我用沾满风雨的云彩给你
你会明白死亡的恐惧
经过那个陌生的高台前面
我已忘记征明我的勇气
当在空中高高飞翔的世界里
我已明白存在的义意
這是鄙人第七次在支國度過這個不知道算不算是節日的日子，它很哀傷，卻是一個讓人明鑒的機會，摟著懷中人，在高高尸骨堆成的中國城市里，給她講講尸骨堆的過去……看看星空吧，并不因為是今天，它就更黑。
在支那，哪一天不是如是的屠戮自由，集權之下，只有一天，沒有前一天后一天和另一天，也只有一年，就是1984。也許我該忘掉每一次迫害和每一次掩蓋，有些事情，好似忘掉了，才存在。
去年寫的詩
無題
十九年后又重八
夢里依稀見京華.
世上本無長照月,
街頭總有不歸俠.
片言始得传海內,
諸君已然在天涯.
百年難再公車日
幾人為國可毀家?
鄙人的變化大約不止和六四一樣，年輕的生命從十九到二十吧……在紀念已經過廉價的時代，我僅僅哀傷