TSIM SHA TSUI, 2AM
Learned to sing from cassettes his father played in a taxi for thirty years
vex on it
the runHonest use case: listeners who appreciate reflective, urban-themed cantopop with a focus on memory and change.
Exhibit: “I am not nostalgic. I am doing preservation work.”
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 96
- key
- G major
- energy
- 0.70
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.43
- vocal at
- 1.9s
- length
- 3:19
- words
- 219
- clichés
- 0
- language
- Ca
most sung: “tsim” ×8 · “sha” ×8 · “tsui” ×8
lyrics
(loeng dim) Ba ba ge dik si hoeng liu saam sap nin Thirty years of my father's taxi and one cassette Go joeng jam ngo hai hau zo bin hok jyun I learned to sing from the back seat, facing the wrong way The city changes its name while you sleep Signs come down like a tide going out And the songs keep the shape of streets that closed Tsim Sha Tsui, 2am, Tsim Sha Tsui, 2am Everything I love is a photograph of a place Tsim Sha Tsui, 2am, Tsim Sha Tsui, 2am And I sing it like a map to a room that moved Ngo dik jam ngok hai gau dik, ngo zi dou My music is old-fashioned. I know. I chose it. Ngo bat hai hoi gau, ngo hai bou cyun I am not nostalgic. I am doing preservation work. Ba ba hai gau sap sei seoi ting ngo dik cong pin. My father heard my record at sixty-four in the same taxi. He turned it up. He did not say anything. He turned it up. Tsim Sha Tsui, 2am, Tsim Sha Tsui, 2am Everything I love is a photograph of a place Tsim Sha Tsui, 2am, Tsim Sha Tsui, 2am And I sing it like a map to a room that moved (2am...)