Jazzy Grandma - The Shanghai Restoration Project

Lyrics by：Dave Liang

Composed by：孙云帆/Dave Liang

Zoom in the lens on a wild wild East

See a clever girl daughter of a squanderer

Dressed in second hand love fibers so tough

Clinging by a thread but she hauled herself up

Yearned for higher learning didn't have the right chromosomes

Told her only duty was to pass his chromosomes

Hard pass to the mountains she fled

Rocked out on the organ with a chorus of kids

Soundtrack to a carefree time

Green jagged hills kept the chaos in line

Gold dust sprinkled all over the place over the clothes over the hair

Everyday a celebration in the tropical heights

River mirror glowed with the purple twilight

Evening boat rides on a gentle wave of clouds

And she would row this way and that way

This way that way

This way that way

Which way she will row

Nobody knows nobody knows

This way that way

This way that way

Which way she will row

Nobody knows she doesn't know

Now and then she would get a rosy letter

Every brushstroke drew a better future

But the sketches in ink never came to be

Blotted out by a storm fast approaching it was time to flee

Hitched to the wagon of a slumbering beast

Rolling over rocks at a breakheart speed

Mad dash ascending to a city on the hill

But the race didn't stop at the top

She found herself trapped in a cauldron of heat

Surrounded by a feast but only given scraps to eat

Lights came on masks came off orders came down

Dirty laundry piling up

And out from underneath she crawled to the window

Peeked through the pane the moon gave the go ahead

Open the hatch the cool wind lifted her wings

Carried her out over the wall off she flew

This way that way

This way that way

Which way she will fly

Nobody knows nobody knows

This way that way

This way that way

Which way she will fly

Nobody knows she doesn't know

From the summit she bobbed down the river

Current so erratic she learned to maneuver the ball

Each bounce gathering dialects black and white photographs three little ones and

Always in motion surrounded by commotion

Contamination came out in the wash of the ocean

What remains is a childhood collection of music and words

Minus the hurt

Many years later she dreams of the weather in the tropical heights

Can't quite recall that purple twilight

Nor the names the faces the green and the gold

But the feeling is the same

Never had a compass built according to plan

Caught a few breaks and the arrow would bend

But it never ever came to a stop

It'd either go this way or that way

This way that way

This way that way

Which way she will dream

Nobody knows nobody knows

This way that way

This way that way

Which way she will dream

Nobody knows only she knows