Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

Chapter 818: Time to Slip

Seeing that Bian Lang understood his meaning accurately, Huang Kai punched Bian Lang with a smile on his face: "Good brother!"

Bian Lang also punched him back: "Pretentious!"

After that, Bian Lang tried the microphone that he had not used before and found it was ok. Then he greeted the fans at the scene: "It is an honor for us, the Rolling Stones, to be able to sing a song for you in a foreign country, in front of so many compatriots who have formed a fan club for us."

After a round of cheers and howls from the audience, Bian Lang added: "This song is a bit long, I hope everyone can keep quiet..."

After saying this, it was as if the mute button was pressed again at the scene, but this time the person who pressed the button was Bian Lang.

The silence did not last long. After about a few seconds, Di Li and Hua Yan moved together.

It's like the sound of an electric guitar being tuned and fretted. It feels like there are no chords to constrain it, only the reverberation that circulates and fades away in the rainy night.

It sounded like a note played randomly, and it completely blended into the environment at the moment.

"This is what playing music is all about!" Ye Tao, who was full of complaints, could only say it silently in his heart.

The rhythm brought by the cymbals leads to the melody of the guitar, and the temperament of this song is truly revealed through the prelude.

Before, everyone was aroused by the alcohol, and the yeast transformed from the musical notes began to slowly ferment in the mist of the drizzle. At this moment, the tipsiness and intoxication had lost their boundaries and began to spread everywhere.

The sound of the nasal resonance of the equal-sided wave came out, and everyone's mind was firmly locked in this rain curtain...

"When the sun sets, it starts to rain... The swallows have built a nest under the eaves... The news on TV said there are hundreds of thousands of mad cows in England... I dreamed that they were all grazing on the grass... They were all grazing on the grass..."

Foreigners who don't understand Chinese are enjoying the melodies and watching their Chinese friends smile knowingly. They are all curious in their hearts: "What interesting things are these lyrics about?"

Ye Tao's heart skipped a beat, and he smiled while thinking silently in his heart: "Hahaha, just based on this hidden new song, who knows if my little yard will become a pilgrimage site for Rolling Stones fans in the future!"

As he was thinking, he adjusted the focus of the camera on his mobile phone, and according to the idea in his mind, he took a big shot of Bian Lang.

Then I heard Bian Lang singing again: "The news on TV said that BJ has millions of mad cows..."

The Chinese fans present were stunned for a moment. When they were still guessing the next line, Bian Lang's heart-wrenching lyrics came as expected: "I dreamed that they were all there, eating grass on the highway... all there, eating grass on the highway..."

Some Chinese people who came from BJ couldn't help themselves at this time, but they could only bow their heads and sigh in their hearts: "It hurts, Tiecier..."

The lead electric guitar started a short interlude with the interweaving of strong and weak cymbal sounds, as light and playful as the bursting of bubbles, as if the melody was responding to the somewhat absurd realistic lyrics sung by Bian Lang just now.

"At some point, the rain... stopped... the raindrops slid down the leaves and fell to the ground... the Indians grew out of the soil... when the wind blew, they danced, when the wind blew, they danced...

The Indians all grew out of the soil...When the wind blew, they danced, when the wind blew, they all danced..."

Just like the interlude before, two foreign female music fans put away their mobile phones, gently swayed their skirts to the melody, and swayed into the windless and drizzling night.

With her graceful figure and golden hair fluttering in the drizzle, she didn't look like an Indian who grew out of the soil, but the majestic vitality emanating from her body perfectly recreated the scene in the lyrics.

Although Evelyn had no idea about the relationship between the lyrics and the scene in front of her, she was now regretting it to the core. If she had brought a professional cameraman with her, this video would definitely have gone viral on social media.

It’s not that there is no way to copy it in the future, but the copy will more or less lack the casual and natural feeling of relaxation, just like the feeling of "play" that Ye Tao just complained about.

"After we finish here tonight, we must ask the company to send a cameraman over!" As for why Guo Li, who had been following last time, didn't come this time, it was because Liang Kuan took a fancy to her and ruthlessly requisitioned her to be with Guo Sichu.

When the rhythm ended, influenced by the two blonde girls, several girls of different skin colors joined in the singing and dancing in the breeze and drizzle.

The lyrics of Bian Lang's "Hurting Cows and Horses" also arrived on time: "Students go to school, workers go to work... Pets and machines are on the street, basking in the sun... No matter if it's windy or rainy tomorrow, the little swallows will fly out of their nests... The time has come to slip away..."

The Chinese people who understood the meaning of the lyrics all felt the softness in their hearts begin to hurt at this moment.

But this was not enough. Bian Erlang, who was known for his ruthless behavior, would not let the fans' emotions go. His singing was like the hardest thorn, piercing the softest part of the fans' hearts:

"Whether it's windy...or rainy...or not tomorrow, the little swallows will fly out of their nests..."

"It's time to slip away..."

Ye Tao, a businessman who only cares about cattle and horses, felt the full "sarcasm" and "malice" in Bian Lang's singing at this moment. If he was still starting a business at that time, he would probably have started to "curse" with tears in his eyes.

If this happened in a big city in China, then this moment would be the only moment it would take for an adult to break down.

At this moment, Bian Lang, who was holding the microphone, took a step back and let Kaizi, who was originally on his right, move to the center of the stage.

Seeing the bassist taking the center position, foreign music fans who were not bothered by the lyrics began to rejoice. Generally, this scene is a sign that the bassist is about to start a solo.

Bass solo, there are not many of them, not to mention in Chinese bands, even in the whole world!
The three few bassists present were the most excited. At this moment, they didn't care whether their phones would be damaged by the rain or not. They just rushed towards Brother Kaizi with their phones in their hands.

The reverberated bass sound, in the next second after the air shot, was like the sound of a Buddhist chant washing away troubles in the small courtyard through the rain, as if to comfort the people who were offended by the lyrics just now...

The heavy root note is like a drop of water dripping into a calm lake, and the ripples caused by the electric guitar wah sound begin to spread and circulate infinitely. Combined with the gloomy lyrics before, it is like a mediocre person who is lost in the fog of society. He has lost hope in life, but he just takes another step forward step by step. In an instant, the fog is gone and the world is clear...

The root note of the bass continued, and the baton of the electric guitar wah sound was passed from Dili to Dayong. Dayong used the timpani hammer to run quickly on the cymbals, expanding the ripple resonance transmitted from the root to farther and farther places.

Bian Lang pouted and nodded to the rhythm, thinking of Mr. Xiaofei, the leader of the Tongue Band who covered his face. Compared with him, the bald Kaizi seemed to lack a little "solemnity" visually.

But it adds something indescribable, a Zen-like brilliance! It's like the lyrics came from an old monk's mouth: "The time has come..."

It is said that the vastness of the sky and the sea can cleanse one's soul. The picture that the Rolling Stones are playing on loop at this moment is exactly like that weaving in the listeners' minds!
When the fans closed their eyes, they felt like they were being taken to the edge of a cliff on the coast.

The sound of the bass solo is like the roar of a person standing on the edge of a cliff, venting his anger, while the coordination of guitar and drums is like the wind and waves between the mountains and the sea, working together to eliminate the depression in the hearts of music fans.

Ye Tao felt as if he had suddenly realized something: "Bian Lang is truly a master. He can hurt you while also helping you to dissolve the pain. The power of music... is incredible!"

Just like him, many people began to realize at this moment that the saying that music can heal the soul has been tangibly confirmed at this moment.

Just singing in a plain and straightforward manner, without singing high notes or playing with the pitch, can touch people's hearts.

At this moment, Bian Lang's thoughts had already flown back to the original Earth, remembering the strange scene of Wu Tun wearing swimming trunks and performing Qigong on the stage. The middle-aged man with a thick beard and a Mediterranean appearance calmly sang the most easily ignored and forgotten details of life, such as "students go to school, workers go to work..."

It is also a particularly Whitman moment...singing not only about the plants and trees of the earth, but also about the people of the street, where the street and the earth meet again after a long separation, and pets and machines say hello to each other.

As for metaphors like Indians, Bian Lang thinks this is what rock musicians should stick to. In his previous life, he doesn’t remember which colleague said, “If you don’t let me speak, I’ll write lyrics and sing them…”

As for the tongue, there was a saying in the circle before Bian Lang traveled through time, saying that there are four rock bands in China that don’t sound very rock, but the rock spirit is deeply rooted in their blood.

They are Yao, Shetou, Wanqing and Cuntie! Of course, there needs to be a bracket here, and the note in the bracket is that Cuntie does not play Yao!
In the past, Bian Lang might not have fully agreed with this statement, but when he stood on British soil and sang this song with the mentality of an observer, he felt that this statement was really not an exaggeration at all.

Whether it's lyrics, music, or arrangement...

When this bass solo looped for the fourth time, the lead guitar that matched the bass melody was already playing vibrato on the 19th fret, giving the effect of playing the electric guitar as a guzheng.

When the confrontation ended, all the members of the Rolling Stones started to sing together: "It's time to slip away... It's time to slip away... It's time to slip away..."

This feeling is an endless cycle, like a group of people facing death calmly, but also like facing the anxiety of new life, and it keeps going back and forth with contradictions...

If Bai Dao were here, he would definitely take off his glasses and wipe his tears with the back of his hand, then excitedly say: "This is rock music. How can we call for love and peace on such a historical land?"

Unfortunately, he could only re-edit tonight's wonderful live performance in his mind afterwards through various videos with unclear images and imperfect sound recordings...

When it was played a few times, the Chinese fans in the audience sang along uncontrollably: "The time has come..."

The fans followed the song until the entire Rolling Stones group had stopped playing, but they still hadn't realized that the entire song had been completed and were still continuing with their own rhythm and tune.

Bian Lang held the microphone and reached the edge closest to the rain, letting the sound of rain continue to accompany the music fans.

The timpani stick in Dayong's hand, which had already stopped playing, was still striking in the air, as if he was trapped in the emotion just now and couldn't get out.

Bian Lang was thinking, if it weren't for this feeling, this song, which had been rehearsed countless times by Huang Kai and was unanimously recognized by all the Rolling Stones, would never be performed.

If he were to plan it again, Bian Lang might not have the mind or energy to do it.

After all, the performance of "The Tongue" which was called "The Conferred God Live" was really performed from day to night, and it was raining all the time. At that time, at the foot of Cangshan Mountain, there was another song that made Bian Lang speechless and moved.

Its name is "Let's Fly Together, Mom, Let's Rock Together, Mom".

In Bian Lang's stubborn opinion, no one except Wu Tun can cover the spoken part of the main song of this song, or no one can cover it with the flavor of this song.

The voice, intonation, pronunciation, and even the accent, only Wu Tun's version is the most perfect.

Even Bian Lang can write the lyrics and music accurately, but if he were to sing it, the first thing he would do would be a car accident.

After all, back on the original Earth, most people in the circle studied this song, but few people treated it like any other song and would hum a few lines when they remembered it.

Just like what a fat guy who likes to fan himself once said: "People who have not experienced that era really can't sing this song with a feeling of recitation!" Bian Lang absolutely agrees with this point.

Even Ma Xiaopang, who has overcome many difficulties before, can't do it.

There was no applause at the end, but those girls, whose curvaceous curves were fully outlined by the rain, rushed into the tent of the Rolling Stones performance...

Brother Kaizi, who was as indifferent as a statue before, was directly pounced on by a blonde girl in the next second. The deep kiss mixed with rain and sweat was no less delicious than the kiss that the former Earth soldier gave to the female nurse.

But Brother Kaizi looked a little panicked... His thoughts might be similar to the title of this song: "When the time comes, run away..."

(End of this chapter)