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The S.I.T. syndrome?

From traffic jam to the next big bang ...

By the end of last century, the concept of distance has been re-generated. The press of a button enables freedom, defines position and determines connection. Demands of conquering time and space become a major neccessity and we welcome this change of lifestyle so much that we are willing to respond to anything that catches our attentions.

The events that happen on the other side of the world could be as realistic as they are happening here. The routines one takes part everyday could be as remote and disconnective as the migration of birds. But time goes on and is indifferent to all our yearning. We are all passengers, not wanting to just sit here or be stuck in traffic, but here we are... and there is yet an easy way out.

Meanwhile outside in real life dust can truly fly

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THE SONGS FROM SIT

Below are original samples from the the newly released audio CD "Stuck in Traffic",

FOR MORE INFORMATION ON THE CD DISTRIBUTION, PLEASE CONTACT MONITOR RECORDS, TEL (852) 2782-3562 monitorhk@sinatown.com

Rain King

They say the end is near

thats what they're telling me

but no one knows when it will be

except the deep blue sea

Now somebody got a story to tell

someone tries to rewrite himself

in this bloody brand new time

with the empty signs written across the sky

Well I better put my shoes on

gonna put my old black shoes on

for the shadow has crawled upon the wall

and a big rain gonna fall

They say the end is near

but when is it gonna be

These bloody brand new days

and a hundred million ways

and the signs across the empty sky...

Home...

Home... (extended version)

By the will of wind the doors open or close

a law proclaimed and a war unnamed

a mystery we behold

They won't see you in the dark

They don't hear until you bark

but the sky is red the trap is set

upon the land we call home

Its getting colder by the hours

and everyone's hidng his face

soon you'll find yourself in a house of shame

but there's no one left to blame

Now the dogs has run astray

but they never wanted to stay

the new clothes are fin'lly sewn

in the land we once called home

Tears

Millions of tear drops
pouring down from the millennium sky
when falling hard in a grey dark afternoon
It makes the perfect ruin

The train is sneaking slowly
bearing all our secret sorrow
and one little careless lie
is enough to cure or wound

Tied with someone else's nightmares
locked up in someone's cage
my neighbour's pain are all the same
a one-way ticket, an iron chain...

Its not over yet
and we're all under the bloody sky
we are lost in our paradise
until we find the key to hell

and the monstrous tide will keep rising
to drown us one by one
from bright to pale to ghosty blue
from whole to half till nothing is left

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Suggested links

Tom Waits Supplement

Joseph Beuys Multiples

... and there's another space and time @

My Virtual Garden (a site of pictures, poems and short stories)

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