《金口吐屎》Golden Tongue, Rotten Verse (Remastered)
Start with rapid shamisen picking over tabla rhythms and tanpura drone, transition into fast-paced Indian classical vocals with ornamented taans and meends over chiptune and glitchy kalimba, then shift into math rock guitars fused with mridangam and konnakol vocal percussion, build into an aggressive J-pop idol chorus backed by veena strikes, Balkan trumpets, and breakcore hi-hats, slow down into a psychedelic enka bridge with Hindustani melodic lines and Sanskrit-inflected chanting, and finally explode into a speed metal x taiko climax with octave-leaping vocals and one sharp tihai to close.
《金口吐屎》Golden Tongue, Rotten Verse (Remastered)
Start with rapid shamisen picking over tabla rhythms and tanpura drone, transition into fast-paced Indian classical vocals with ornamented taans and meends over chiptune and glitchy kalimba, then shift into math rock guitars fused with mridangam and konnakol vocal percussion, build into an aggressive J-pop idol chorus backed by veena strikes, Balkan trumpets, and breakcore hi-hats, slow down into a psychedelic enka bridge with Hindustani melodic lines and Sanskrit-inflected chanting, and finally explode into a speed metal x taiko climax with octave-leaping vocals and one sharp tihai to close.
Lyrics
[Intro]
金口一开众人跪
道德挂嘴 臭气冲碑
兰花指指天下贼
其实诗在你肚里飞
[Verse 1]
你说苍生是你心头的月
你却把良田卖成私宅一列
你说清廉是你脚下的雪
你却在夜里偷吞污水三叠
[Pre-Chorus]
满城香炉敬你圣名
其实鼻中全是臭腥
百姓唱你词赋高明
却不知 你话里藏着坑坑诗影
[Chorus]
你金口玉言 却吐的是诗
你笑谈风月 其实藏刀痕
庙堂高处 你举杯做神
可杯中酿的 是百姓的恨
[Verse 2]
你每日抚琴吟“爱民如子”
实则暗铺地雷割民皮
你书法行云流水如戏
却签着通天密约卖祖契
[Bridge]
“我无愧天地良心。”
——你说
可你脚下的泥
是诗，是血，是众生的泪
[Chorus]
你金口玉言 却吐的是诗
你吟诗作对 其实做贼心稳
高官厚禄 你笑得天真
不知来日祠堂 也会染臭魂
你金口玉言 却吐的是诗
你笑谈风月 其实藏刀痕
庙堂高处 你举杯做神
可杯中酿的 是百姓的恨
[Outro]
碑上刻你德行如山
风一吹，全是诗烟
千秋留名你不愁
只是这“香”味 太难留
English Translation:
[Intro]
When your golden mouth opens, the masses kneel.
Morality clings to your lips, yet the stench topples monuments.
With orchid fingers, you point at the world’s thieves—
But the real verse flies from the filth in your gut.
[Verse 1]
You say the people are the moon of your heart,
Yet you sell farmland row by row as private estates.
You claim integrity is the snow beneath your feet,
Yet at night you secretly gulp down triple layers of sewage.
[Pre-Chorus]
The city burns incense to honor your sacred name,
But the air reeks of putrid lies.
The people praise your elegant prose and verse,
Unaware your words hide poetic traps and pits.
[Chorus]
Your golden words—yet what spills out is verse.
You speak of romance and refinement—yet blades are buried within.
High in the halls of power, you toast like a god,
But the wine is brewed from the hatred of your people.
[Verse 2]
You strum the lute daily, chanting "love the people as your children,"
While secretly laying landmines that strip their skin.
Your calligraphy flows like clouds and water—pure theater,
Each stroke sealing secret deals that betray your homeland.
[Bridge]
"I have a clear conscience before Heaven and Earth."
—so you say.
Yet beneath your feet is mud—
Made of verse, of blood, of the people's tears.
[Chorus]
Your golden words—yet what spills out is verse.
Your poetic couplets mask a thief's steady hand.
With riches and rank, you laugh so innocently,
Unaware that someday, your ancestral shrine will reek with shame.
Your golden words—yet what spills out is verse.
You speak of wind and moonlight—yet blades glitter beneath.
High in the temple, you raise your glass like a deity,
But the cup holds only the wrath of the people.
[Outro]
The monument carves your virtues like a mountain,
But with one breeze, it’s all smoke and verse.
You’ll be remembered for a thousand years, no doubt—
But this “fragrance” of yours… is hard to endure.