The Re-imagined‧重組想像的

    - In memory of STARSHIP BAND in our teens 

/ Sabina Sun

We built the city on rock and roll

They did Indian belly dance in a lovely French salon

Talking about revolution in different tone

Promoting ideas and concepts, pretending radical

To be, or not to be? The question is,

Well, Yes or no

We built the city and try to promote with classical cello

They played Bach’s temperament in-between major C and L

Carrying my auntie’s passion and her portable piano at café Brazil

Whispering multicultural channel in 88 notes,

Modernist or Traditional? The choice of "either or" is,

Oh no, almost mission impossible

Finally, we built the city on Metropolitan jazz with local aboriginals

Rocking the young blue teens and making their street bands roll

Kicking off the hybrid rhythm of Bossa Nova with maiden Lisa Ono

All the strangers coming to meet at home town, We, the people,

Local or global? Frankly, the labeling is,

Well, essential but also reversible

The light of hope led us into a long and dark basement

Of history, we started to become smarter

Start to see living ghosts groaning and bleeding, still

Desperately Crying for a minimum of justice,

Still, we hear

Their deep pain vibrating upon our hearts, Beating still

Then we struggled to walk out of this dark room,

With both optimistic and pessimistic mood

Try to grasp the Sun, a minimum of hope,

But still, we can see their souls dancing and singing

Right in front of us

With the sad ballad of unbearable memories, Standing still

Shall we prepare a good dinner for them? Shall we

Just to humbly express a minimum of gratitude

For the light of wisdom they’ve ever showed us

The essential reflxivity for the reversible future

Before the desirable victory, hanging still

Before the unbearable dark is coming again

/Sabina Sun

When a cat being nurtured as a cow in the family

Flower blossoms in the garden and nutritious milk comes

Naturally, beautiful songs accompany the miracle of Formosa.

When it grows into a tiger, arbitrarily and brutally,

The Pacific Ocean will be dismantled, floating with the ice

Of war threat, consciously or unconsciously,

When the media machine activates a hating engine, intentionally,

Like a beast among people, the violence of lining color accelerates,

Anger in history speeds up, inevitably, between us,

Whatever traumatic will be, they said, will be

The mosaic world will be burning, silently but angrily,

Bottom line of individual freedom melts away, immediately,

Water of peace vapors into air, eventually, and it will be,

The termination of multicultural Channel, the end of friendly world.

 三頻美穗（09/03/2007） 

三頻美穗（09/02/2007）   

「這座眾聲喧嘩卻壓抑表情缺乏想像力的島嶼，欠我們一首詩。」- ss