to the tune of ... (another obvious one)
你問我愛深坑多深，我愛九份幾分，
哦！我愛豆腐，啊！我愛芋圓，肚子代表我的心。
你問我想要去台南、或想去阿里山，
當然都想去，擔仔麵跟愛玉，肚子代表我的心。
鹹鹹的一小口，已經打動我的嘴，
QQ珍珠奶茶，教我思念到青蛙，
你問我愛台灣多深，我愛台灣幾分，
我去每個鄉，我去吃看看，肚子代表我的心。
你問我愛東山多深，我愛金門幾分，
哦！我愛鴨頭，啊！我愛花生，肚子代表我的心。
你問我想要去花蓮、或想要去宜蘭，
當然都想去，麻薯跟鴨賞，肚子代表我的心。
辣辣的一小口，已經燒掉我喉嚨，
臭臭一串豆腐，教我思念到米田共，
你問我愛台灣多深，我愛台灣幾分，
我去每個鄉，我去呷看mai，腹肚代表我ㄟ心。
Text and photos © Jiyue Publications 2012
Tuesday, 28 February 2012
Thursday, 16 February 2012
new (light) verse
(to the tune of, well, i guess it's obvious)
Heaven, I’m in Seven,
with its drink and groc’ry choices quite unique
and I seem to find the products that I seek,
in five thousand stores located cheek to cheek.
Seven, I’m in Heaven,
where the staff don’t care if I just take a leak,
browse the papers without paying for my peek
or buy coffee that’s too costly and too weak.
On Sundays I shop at Carrefour,
for prices beyond critique,
but I have to admit it’s Seven,
which sees me through the week.
Books, news and magazines,
I like what’s smart about you,
that elevating you,
like a staircase to…
Heaven, I’m in Seven,
with its drink and groc’ry choices quite unique,
but too much fat so my heart can hardly beat
and a whole year’s salt allowance in a week.
The politely-trained employees
don’t give me any cheek
when I order a vibrator, they
don’t treat me like a freak.
[Dietrich style] Bier, chips und cigarettes,
I like what’s bad about Du,
Darum liebe Ich Dich
Und Was kommt nach Sechs? …
Seven, I’m in [Seventh] Heaven,
with its fax and printing options quite unique
as I seem to find the services I seek,
In five thousand stores located
… (in a) million stores located
… (a) gazillion stores located
cheek to cheek
([fade, choose from:] cheek to cheek … I ain’t no freak … Ca c’est magnifique … Irving, surely “losing streak”? … this song still needs a tweak … and I need another leak … wow my socks sure do reek)
[ca. 2m30s+ instrumental intro and breaks]
Copyright Jiyue Publications 2012
Heaven, I’m in Seven,
with its drink and groc’ry choices quite unique
and I seem to find the products that I seek,
in five thousand stores located cheek to cheek.
Seven, I’m in Heaven,
where the staff don’t care if I just take a leak,
browse the papers without paying for my peek
or buy coffee that’s too costly and too weak.
On Sundays I shop at Carrefour,
for prices beyond critique,
but I have to admit it’s Seven,
which sees me through the week.
Books, news and magazines,
I like what’s smart about you,
that elevating you,
like a staircase to…
Heaven, I’m in Seven,
with its drink and groc’ry choices quite unique,
but too much fat so my heart can hardly beat
and a whole year’s salt allowance in a week.
The politely-trained employees
don’t give me any cheek
when I order a vibrator, they
don’t treat me like a freak.
[Dietrich style] Bier, chips und cigarettes,
I like what’s bad about Du,
Darum liebe Ich Dich
Und Was kommt nach Sechs? …
Seven, I’m in [Seventh] Heaven,
with its fax and printing options quite unique
as I seem to find the services I seek,
In five thousand stores located
… (in a) million stores located
… (a) gazillion stores located
cheek to cheek
([fade, choose from:] cheek to cheek … I ain’t no freak … Ca c’est magnifique … Irving, surely “losing streak”? … this song still needs a tweak … and I need another leak … wow my socks sure do reek)
[ca. 2m30s+ instrumental intro and breaks]
Copyright Jiyue Publications 2012
Thursday, 9 February 2012
some pics
got some nice pics in Yeliu this week:
for more see http://photos-ftaiwan-jiyueimages.blogspot.com/
copyright Jiyue Publications
Sunday, 5 February 2012
New (light) verse
I recently woke up from a dream in which my legs were lettuces and, among other things, i was being chased down the street by a herd of sheep ...
my apologies for the rhymes; if i had chosen the topic, my legs could have been some nice rhymable thing like beans or leeks or ... but lettuces they were
also, apparently "peckish" means something completely different in US English; in British English it means "slightly hungry"
enough! here's the poem:
The Day My Legs Turned to Lettuce
One day, I woke to find my legs had turned to lettuce,
completely green, from my toes up to my … belt-ish,
well, that was no problem as I was feeling peckish,
so I simply showered in vinaigrette and ate green salad for my breakfast.
I opened a self-grown self-serve vegan restaurant,
serving hippies from Lisboa to Sebastapol,
and I also raised packs of long-haired rabbits,
from which I took wool and made alpaca jackets.
I had to take care, though, when going out of doors,
or I’d be chased by herds of herbivores,
by cows and sheep and other animals,
as well, of course, by those damned hippy cannibals.
[CHORUS] One day, I woke to find my legs had turned to lettuce
well, there was no problem when I was feeling peckish,
so long as I did not succumb to that habitual menace,
of ending up as food in caterpillars’ bellies.
A polite Polish policeman once doffed his hat,
as a leder-hosened German enquired “Kaufs du kopfsalat?”,
meanwhile a salad-mad French artist named Toulouse,
screamed at me “Je voudrais manger your bloody let-ouse.”
[Chorus] One day, I woke to find my legs had turned to lettuce,
well, there was no problem when friends were feeling peckish,
of course, come winter, things could get quite hellish,
as only Russians still eat salad when the weather’s wettish.
With my lettuce ankles and lettuce knees,
I needed to hide my legs from ravenous Cantonese,
from chopstick-wielding Japanese politely saying “itadakimasu”,
and cabbage-missing Koreans hoping to make their kimchi at last.
[CHORUS] One day, I woke to find my legs had turned to lettuce,
well, there was no problem if I was feeling peckish,
and some day, I know I’ll find true love, perhaps in Venice
from a dirty-minded Italian with a green-foot fetish.
Maybe I should look for love within my kingdom,
for someone with baby-corn fingers with no ring on,
or whose own legs are slender asparagus spears,
but preferably who does not have cauliflower ears.
Sometimes I hide my legs when I go on a date,
elsetimes, I just lean back and spread them on a plate,
nonchalantly saying to my sweetie,
“Darlin’, if you’re hungry, you go ahead and eat me.”
[Chorus] Well, that’s all to tell about when my legs turned to lettuce
completely green, from my toes up to my … belt-ish,
my story’s done, there’s no more to embellish,
unless, of course, it’s you who now feels peckish.
[end]
Copyright Jiyue Publications 2012
my apologies for the rhymes; if i had chosen the topic, my legs could have been some nice rhymable thing like beans or leeks or ... but lettuces they were
also, apparently "peckish" means something completely different in US English; in British English it means "slightly hungry"
enough! here's the poem:
The Day My Legs Turned to Lettuce
One day, I woke to find my legs had turned to lettuce,
completely green, from my toes up to my … belt-ish,
well, that was no problem as I was feeling peckish,
so I simply showered in vinaigrette and ate green salad for my breakfast.
I opened a self-grown self-serve vegan restaurant,
serving hippies from Lisboa to Sebastapol,
and I also raised packs of long-haired rabbits,
from which I took wool and made alpaca jackets.
I had to take care, though, when going out of doors,
or I’d be chased by herds of herbivores,
by cows and sheep and other animals,
as well, of course, by those damned hippy cannibals.
[CHORUS] One day, I woke to find my legs had turned to lettuce
well, there was no problem when I was feeling peckish,
so long as I did not succumb to that habitual menace,
of ending up as food in caterpillars’ bellies.
A polite Polish policeman once doffed his hat,
as a leder-hosened German enquired “Kaufs du kopfsalat?”,
meanwhile a salad-mad French artist named Toulouse,
screamed at me “Je voudrais manger your bloody let-ouse.”
[Chorus] One day, I woke to find my legs had turned to lettuce,
well, there was no problem when friends were feeling peckish,
of course, come winter, things could get quite hellish,
as only Russians still eat salad when the weather’s wettish.
With my lettuce ankles and lettuce knees,
I needed to hide my legs from ravenous Cantonese,
from chopstick-wielding Japanese politely saying “itadakimasu”,
and cabbage-missing Koreans hoping to make their kimchi at last.
[CHORUS] One day, I woke to find my legs had turned to lettuce,
well, there was no problem if I was feeling peckish,
and some day, I know I’ll find true love, perhaps in Venice
from a dirty-minded Italian with a green-foot fetish.
Maybe I should look for love within my kingdom,
for someone with baby-corn fingers with no ring on,
or whose own legs are slender asparagus spears,
but preferably who does not have cauliflower ears.
Sometimes I hide my legs when I go on a date,
elsetimes, I just lean back and spread them on a plate,
nonchalantly saying to my sweetie,
“Darlin’, if you’re hungry, you go ahead and eat me.”
[Chorus] Well, that’s all to tell about when my legs turned to lettuce
completely green, from my toes up to my … belt-ish,
my story’s done, there’s no more to embellish,
unless, of course, it’s you who now feels peckish.
[end]
Copyright Jiyue Publications 2012
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