musicians of old

Theme song of Old Musicians released + song list updated

As the title says, the "work-related" playlist at the beginning of the catalog has been updated.

The new works are those covered in the fifth volume: Stravinsky's "The Rite of Spring", Messiaen's "Twenty Saint Infants", Bach's "The Art of Fugue", and Mahler's "Symphony No. 5 in C-sharp Minor" which will be performed soon. You can listen to it on NetEase Cloud Music.

Then, put the important things behind!

The theme song of the Old Musicians - "See the Glow" is officially released!

I wrote the lyrics, and the music and arrangement were all done by our Himalaya audiobook team's editor-in-chief, Liu Zai. And this won't be the only song, it's included in the Old Musicians album, and there will be more in the future! For special topics or specific plots, characters, etc. in different volumes, you are also welcome to crowdfund the lyrics.

(Where can I hear it?

Channel 1: Still on the NetEase Cloud Music app, search for “The Old Musicians Novel Track List”. It was updated together with the tracks of the fifth volume. I pinned the theme song to the top!

Channel 2: Ximalaya app, search for "Old Musicians" audiobook or "Liu is here", and you will find them all in the most conspicuous place! )

Go listen! It's exciting! Go! Like, comment and collect! Now! NOW!

Lyrics attached:

"Seeing the Glow"

(Composer: Liu Zaihe)

(Arranged by: Liu Zaihe)

(Words: Timid Orange)

(Main song)

The heart of the steam industry, a secret visit in late autumn

In St. Lenya Square, shadows extend beyond the walls of the dreamland, soaking through the corridors closely guarded by the authorities.

The carbonized lamp is on, the cold light of the water cup is echoing, the sharp edge of the pen tip is probing the echo of the gunshots the night before

Echoes piece together the sneaky truth of the incident, read and write the mysterious chapter under the smoke.

The light of first knowledge, the crimson wave, the dying man's thirst for the reward of truth

The bronze statue of the deceased in the depths of the Liufenus Garden, the mysterious chords, the strange colors and the unknown metaphors

The skin of the world begins to be damaged, the heights are indescribable, and the music blossoms in the posthumous works

Acquaintance in a duet, sipping fine wine in a music salon, inspiration weaving into a golden piece in the banquet hall

(refrain)

I hope for the tranquility and coolness of heaven, stumbling and dazed

Forgive me, there are too many cries in this world, artists are born melancholy, only faith

Dusty book frames, forbidden ruins

Hidden knowledge leads people to lose their way and become blind. Who is in charge behind the curtain?

I used to smell the fragrance of flowers in the south in midsummer, the vast starlight, the infinite sky

The baton fell, and the finale sounded passionately. Those who know will never forget it. It was just a dream. The contest of inspiration in the past, the unhealed wound of secret history

The road to ascent is unstoppable, and someone will eventually see the glory

(Main song)

The flawless frost of the cemetery, dawn, a grand escape

Mecklen Street Church, bells ringing above the morning service, candlelight outlines the shape of the apostles' backs

No sunlight, a desecrated underground hall, peeling paint, footsteps rolling over the stain of abnormal

Abnormality against the chorus of resurrection hymns, coldly observing the false appearances under the filthy mud

The flow of vehicles, the rush of people, the roar of machines, the flow of boiling water

The conspiracy at Santarambu underground station is revealed, the sun sets and the moon rises, and the prophecy of fate is rampant

The path of Huita withers and dies, the key is hidden, and the symphony opens up a new path.

In the name of command, under the illuminated house, the hinges of a door began to shake

(refrain)

I hope for the tranquility and coolness of heaven, stumbling and dazed

Forgive me, there are too many cries in this world, artists are born melancholy, only faith

Dusty book frames, forbidden ruins

Hidden knowledge leads people to lose their way and become blind. Who is in charge behind the curtain?

I used to smell the fragrance of flowers in the south in midsummer, the vast starlight, the infinite sky

The baton fell, and the finale sounded passionately. Those who know will never forget it. It was just a dream.

The old battle of inspiration, the unhealed wound of secret history

The road to ascent is unstoppable, and someone will eventually see the glory
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Ah, yes, yes, yes, I forgot two things that group members are concerned about.

How is the author?

It's not a big problem, don't worry.

Do I update?

I'm writing, I'm writing. I'll start updating as soon as April comes. No matter what, I'll finish "New Moon" before the middle of April and start the sixth volume before the end of April!