You are the god of war, you don't need to be Caldia
"God of War Caldia" is the twelfth solo album officially released by "Singer-Songwriter" Chen Shanni on October 3, 2017, containing 11 songs, with Chen Shanni herself as the producer.
On March 28, 2021, singer-songwriter Chen Shanni appeared on the "Dagang Kai Sing" Sea Dragon King stage. Four years later, before singing "God of War Caldia", she played a copywriting short film (as follows) on the spot, which became hot because of Chen Shanni's sharp and unique irony and whiplash insights on current affairs:
Chen Shanni's Shan is shan next to the oblique jade, and it is often written as a female character next to the feeling very unhappy.
The female figure is expressed in the text as prostitute, prostitute,, adultery, slave, jealousy.
So we explore the male-dominated core of power – right.
"Thrill 1995" is good, except that women appear too few times - correct.
We must commit to the color of the skin, the beauty and ugliness, the class, the religion, the gender, we must continue to develop new grounds for discrimination, we must eliminate the excessive number of white players in the orchestra performance - right.
We carefully care for every potentially traumatized mind until every heart is vulnerable, do not challenge sensitive topics, erase the history of the past, do not delve into who the victims are, and cannot destroy the small world of others with the word micro-aggression.
As Darth Vader said to King Obi, "If you are not with me, you are my enemy."
You = I = Right = Justice,
We have to talk about issues we don't understand and summarize about events we don't understand.
Use the encouragement of your own people to annotate the truth.
We need curiosity but not too much curiosity, we need to question but don't question too much, the world will always improve and sit in the café and wait. If you don't know evil, you can't feel good, and you can ignore the whole by paying attention to details.
Heaven becoming hell would not be a problem, pure happiness is really good happiness - right.
Zero with a hundred without a median value is our insistence - correct.
The hero will sacrifice you for the world, but the villain will sacrifice the world for you - right.
In addition to elephants in the room there are algae reef sex empty garbage race left gum various reverse discrimination is also creating a larger storage space - right.
People have the right to know, but so do they eat.
It takes courage to stand up and speak, and so does listening.
We can't return to normal because the original normal, that is, ask your account was restricted to post on the day, only to find that the original in the free world has no wall to turn over.
The two-sided lodging stall should actually be a two-sided lodging stall.
Chen Shanni's Shan is Shan next to The Dragon, you are the God of War, you don't need to be Caldia.
"In this era, everyone's whispers have become the epitaphs of others"
Everybody's whispers on this planet will eventually become the epitaph of others.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="38" > everyone's whispers in this era will become someone else's epitaph</h1>
Artificial intelligence and mobile Internet, which were originally considered to be the development direction of future life, also provided new themes for the music world, and many singers have introduced these concepts in the album as a kind of exploration that caters to the present. Chen Shanni's "God of War Caldia" was born in such an environment, but her perspective on the problem is completely opposite.
This copywriting writes about young people bombarded with information, discussing the independent thinking of people left and right by online opinion leaders, degenerating senses and language, the decadent life of being kidnapped by the Internet, and the anger of the crowd. The Internet has become our great and beautiful utopia, our crowded and noisy Vanity Fair, where everyone can kill a person with a single word.
The development of technology has made smartphones the most inseparable thing around me, and it is precisely because of it that our ability to socialize with people in person has begun to deteriorate dramatically. It may be easy for you to send a thank you text on WeChat, but in reality you can't say a simple thank you.
You're sitting in the subway, with your headphones plugged in, looking at your phone every two or three seconds, for fear of missing something important — but you don't actually get any important information, just some boring push messages, or a group chat that you can't send again.
Talking about the creative concept of "Kaldia the God of War", Chen Shanni said: "At the most important moment of our lives, we picked up our mobile phones to take pictures, stored the difference between "get what you want" and "get what you thought you wanted", and then praised Nietzsche under "those who can't hear the music think those who dance are crazy". We are busy with mobile devices, we are human beings who are being created by technology. We need to have a period of our own time, a dream that is truly our own, and a sense of loneliness that is completely ourselves. Yes, we haven't had the courage to tell ourselves that we need that bit of loneliness. ”
Social networks infinitely amplify our loneliness.
Loneliness is not a trait of a group of people, it exists in each person, shallow or deep. You silently read a book on weekdays, traveled through a non-existent country, and sent a feeling on social software, but there were only a few cursory likes, and few people felt empathy with you.
You see someone talking to someone, but you also laugh in your heart that he has not been able to find his own kind in communication. So it seems that this kind of loneliness is the norm for the youth of the times, even if you are often in the gathering of friends, you will inevitably feel lonely at a certain point in time.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="38" > Caldia, the god of war, is not a mythical figure, he is you and me sitting in front of the screen</h1>
He has not yet had the age of arrogance
It's going to be ordinary at the moment
He said that idols are not climate-dependent
Will be overwhelmed by the tide
He said pain is not pain
It's a kind of loneliness or fitting
When great writers have no masterpieces
Just drink all that is in the water
Regardless of success
He wanted to be that rolling stone
Occasionally, I was excited by some indifference
Great age love is the very least possessed
When information civilization is storing me in text
Ideal life
The more silent it is, the more out of control the sorrow
He said he still had friends of the same faction
He is in the gaps of human nature's contradictions
Describe a crack
He said dreams are not dreams
It's a firework that no one appreciates
The Talented Writer has no masterpiece
Make an appointment to make a name for yourself
The more silent it is, the more out of control the degeneration
The worst and the worst enjoy supreme freedom
The more silent the more out of control the battle
Caldia was an unknown goddess of war in Roman mythology, and there was a poet in ancient Rome named Ovid, who wrote a Metamorphosis in which this god was mentioned. Later, the name of this god spread throughout Europe, and the spelling method also underwent countless evolutions, from the name of god to the name of man.
One of the branches spread to France, and this family had three brothers, all of whom were particularly prominent, who made jewelry, first recognized by the Russian royal family, and then sold things to the American entertainment industry, which is a familiar brand - Cartier.
"God of War Caldia" is a new concept album by Chen Shanni, the independent queen of the Chinese language after two years, which is full of her delicate thinking about today's internet information age, colliding with the torrent phenomenon of "greatness" with the emotional side of "extremely small", and maintaining an impartial, cold and sharp neutrality in it.
With Bob Dylan's era song "Like A Rolling Stone", as a beautiful introduction to the era of human beings coming, she created a young man who traces back to the past, gathers the future, belongs to the present, and is nicknamed "God of War Caldia" on the Internet, as well as the hot blood dream of the god of war, the back of the lonely, the posture of dancing with the space, in the screen of different sizes and different temperatures, clearly reflects the thousands of faces of the god of war, which is also our face. That is, no matter how human beings are in the chaos of any era, how the world rotates to the point of obscurity, it can still face all the stubbornness without being extreme.
This is the best of times, this is the worst of times. We have not yet become the ideal of ourselves, still looking forward to the future of the status quo, no one understands but is not always misunderstood, the lack of love is also looking for love, we know that we still have some difficult to change the problems, but also to flaunt that this pain they have endured is only a meal before a good life... Unlike the book of Revelation, which faces the surrounding ruins, "Kaldia, god of war" does not complain particularly much, but directly expresses the pursuit of an ideal life.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="38" > Shanni Chen is one of the rare and cultured bassists available today</h1>
Times need sound. It is rare that Chen Shanni's social feelings are still supporting us.
Her more than twenty years of music creation have obvious three expressions. In the early days, she sang strange and free girlish feelings and sharp social issues in a loud white voice; later, she was charming and mournful, testing and provoking all emotions in the world of men and women; after the 10s, she jumped out of the world of men and women, went to the world of men and women, and sang about the various lives in the world. We can spy on Chen Shanni's meticulous observation through beautiful lyrics, and in many interviews, Chen Shanni has expressed her views on the times, she is always neutral, sharp and lacks no lack of education.
In 2017, the strange singer-songwriter of that year has become a god-level senior musician who is awe-inspiring by his peers in the industry. Speaking of the pop music industry, even the so-called "all-round artist" is unlikely to have ten percent of the skill and grasp of everything, and it is hard to take care of oneself, if you do not care about one or the other, you are exhausted. However, Chen Shanni not only has everything in front of and behind the scenes, lyrics and composition, arrangement and production, and singing, but also has a strong opinion on visual design and styling.
This is because Chen Shanni always reads a lot, always maintains a sharp thinking, is always curious about the most beautiful and difficult intellectual achievements in the world, and always strictly adheres to the dignity of the "craftsman", which makes her music always ice and snow smart, but always with a warm and delicate light.
The following lyrics are written by Shanni Chen:
"Us"
We practice smiling and finally become people who don't dare to cry
We tend to be more vulnerable in our brave dreams during the day
Maybe every day we are defeated by ourselves
We are very polite to each other as we rely on each other
The more we talk about it, the less chances of achieving it
Maybe every day's romance is ruined by itself
We are very greedy and eager to steal each other's dreams
We pretend to be modest and deceive all the dirty things
Maybe every day we are hurt by ourselves
We began to be cowardly and did not dare to bear the secrets of heaven any longer
We decide to be strong but often believe that today is cursed
Maybe every day we are arranged by fate
We sat quietly and couldn't find the right words
As we continue to grow older, we quickly become people who don't care
"Groan"
The whole city who is disease-free
All covet passers-by's bacteria
Allergies to your own body
Open libido at any time
Underwear is ill-intentioned
Stealing someone else's affection
perspire
Know
Belly ming
frenzy
Kuji
Does not heal
Wildfire
Love is said to be sensational because of jealousy, love is a gorgeous excuse for selfish fabrication
Love must hold me tightly so that as soon as his cruel love burns, I can't help but incite
A tear poured out of the wildfire my fragile body kindly obeyed
Say no more than a hundred thousand points of regret for your great vows still being sung
Love can't see the pain of others at a glance
Love is a belief that preserves self-esteem
Love is the most elegant word in your hand
Love is your reason for all humanity
A single tear cannot extinguish the wildfire
My fragile body is kindly obedient
I can't apologize for the inexhaustible
Your great vows are still sung
Your love is like a lowly man in a raging wildfire
It is better to bury it all at once
This love is how I am worthy of enjoying your highest commitment
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<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="38" > the death of Caldia, the god of war </h1>
Caldia slaughters potato village
The afternoon when Caldia, the god of war, came to the potato village, the sun shone fiercely on the earth, and the land smoked.
Come and execute all the people.
There are nine hundred and ninety-nine villagers in Tudou Village, collectively code-named Tudou people, who communicate with each other in pronouns such as "you", "I", "he", etc., without any names that can be rationally distinguished.
Caldia, the god of war, did not want to kill everyone, he wanted to leave some behind, and he stood on the hill of the potato village and looked down, wondering how to fulfill his will without disobeying God's commands, so that at the moment when the sun and the horizon coincided, he shouted three words:
Kill all adult men and single women, this is the first sentence;
Kill all boys, in front of the mother, the mother who does not cry can survive, this is the second sentence;
Kill all the girls, in front of the mother, the mother who does not cry can survive, this is the last sentence.
When the dogs at the head of the village barked like yesterday, the village radio played a quiet nursery rhyme, a beautiful song, and every time a child's voice appeared in the song, a child was killed, first a boy, and when the boy was killed, it was a girl. Mothers couldn't help but cry, even though they knew they could save their lives if they didn't cry.
There are more and more children and mothers dying, and when the last execution is followed, there is still a mother who does not cry a single bit, and the god of war, Caldia, looks at her, short body, there is no anger or fear in her eyes, there is no despair, and there is no hope.
I could go back and tell God that I had executed all the people, and that the mother in front of me did not belong to the person I had in my concept, and that I had not disobeyed God's will.
Let's go, go to the uninhabited mountains, Potato Man.
After saying this to the mother, Kardia, the god of war, disappeared.
A painter who can't end it
The painter named Mao Jian would come to the foot of the mountain every day to paint, and he would paint a painting of a woman.
The woman came from a man he had seen in his dreams who could be called lovers. They first met at the foot of the mountain, the ancient Great Wall passing not far away, and the women were not beautiful, but the type that the painter liked. Well-proportioned figure, lying on her side in the flowers, surrounded by red roses, they frolicked together in their dreams, but when they woke up, the painter never thought of her face.
The painter felt that he might have lost her, in his dreams, and in reality, but he didn't want to surrender to God yet. Day after day, he came down the mountain and painted. The part he pays the most attention to women is the face, and now he can't remember the part he pays the most attention to. He painted over and over again, tore it off over and over again, and then continued to paint it over and over again.
The waterfall at the foot of the mountain repeats a cycle of cycles, the Great Wall not far away lies there endlessly, sunrise to sunset, the painter integrates himself into time, he no longer knows who he paints for, after failing again and again, let him have an inexplicable joy; and after this joy disappears, in order to get this joy again, he needs the next failure, so he has been painting, no one can understand what is going on in his heart, people call it a mental patient, of course, if he finally succeeds, people will say, the merit is not donated.
And this doesn't make any sense to the painter.
Find a new home for the Fire Fox
The Little Fire Fox didn't know when she was born or where she came from, but she woke up from a dream and found herself in this world. She walked alone on the prairie, thirsty for water, hungry for grass and wild rats. Walk and walk, from the grassland to the plains to the foot of the mountain, passing the place where the painter painted, and then climbing all the way to the top of the mountain, until he met the potato man who was spared by caldia, the god of war.
The little fox walked for a long time, and the potato man asked her if she needed a home, she could be her mother, and the little fox said that she didn't know, she didn't know anything, so she walked around the world and came here. The Potato Man tells her that everyone needs love, and that love can end wandering. The little fox did not know what to reply to, and felt that it was not bad, so he agreed.
In this way, the little fox took up residence at the top of the Potato Man's hill. Every day, she studied with the Potato Man, who told her that the best time in life was to burrow into the land, and when she said this, she was pointing to the birds flying in the air.
Although Tudou Village has always used pronouns, but after so many years of living alone, she has gradually invented a lot of vocabulary herself. She called walking to the foot of the mountain heaven, she called sleep awakening, she died every day until the day of birth, this is her vocabulary world, of course after you know it all, it does not affect the understanding of her. After the 99th day, the little fox felt a kind of exhaustion, an invisible panic. She told the Potato Man that she wanted to keep walking and not stay here.
The potato man said that he needed to think about the answer, and the next day he replied to her, and the little fox said yes. The little fox didn't have any thoughts, she just wanted to go, nothing more.
The potato man could not sleep at night, thinking of the night when her son and daughter died, she did not know why she did not cry, but after coming to the mountain, she was breathless and breathless, and sometimes she would suddenly lose control of herself and fall into hysteria, until after the little fox came, being a mother again made her understand the source of his panic.
She should have chosen to kill her son and daughter with her own hands and then commit suicide, which was her best bet that night, but she would never be able to go back to that day. Thinking of this, she became inexplicably happy, and then went to sleep.
< h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="38" >-ending painting</h1>
The next day, the Potato Man told the little fox that she could leave. But decided to give her a gift called freedom. The potato man tied a thread at the feet of the little fox, saying that in this way, "heaven" would not have to have feet, just jump. The little fox thought this method was very good and fresh. At the moment of preparation, the Potato Man kissed the little fox and told her that her mother would always love her; the little fox said thank you, though she never knew who her mother was.
The little fox jumped, head down, tied behind his feet, a rope with no starting point at all, of course, in the vocabulary world of the potato man, the little fox was flying head up to the sky, if the rope had a starting point, it would make the little fox be dragged back to the earth at the end of the flight to the sky. The little fox faced the blowing wind, feeling that this was an unprecedented freedom, and she was getting farther and farther away from the potato man, closer and closer to the foot of the mountain she had walked before.
She closed her eyes gently, enjoying the moment, so wonderful, that everything from the past came together at this moment, and just like that, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up
The painter was still agonizing over the head of the portrait, and continued in the inexplicable joy caused by the failure, until the little fox's head hit the drawing board, and with a snap, the little fox's head blossomed, blood splashed everywhere, and the brain plasma that flowed out just soaked in the head of the portrait. The painter seemed to feel something, and he immediately raised his pen to paint the head of the painting with a drum.
He finally finished painting, it was a painting that had been terminated, but it was strange, he did not have a trace of joy, but felt that joy had completely left him, and he no longer had that inexplicable joy.
He said he didn't know if he had gained or lost, he knew he had got it, he had painted this painting, but he had obviously lost it forever, he was sitting paralyzed on the ground, he didn't know what to do, he just had to execute a person to get a new life, he had to completely kill the woman in the dream in his heart, he could paint this picture completely, but what was the point of this, wasn't he painting this picture to keep the girl in the dream?
And now he painted it, the girl is gone forever, or she has never existed, it is just a dream of the painter, no, the painter can't deceive himself, it is obviously a dream that is more real than reality.
The potato man who came down from the mountain saw the body of the little fox and felt an unprecedented release. She looked at the painter who was slumped on the ground and told him that this little fox had grown up eating natural grass and must have been delicious. The painter asked her what to do, and then he and the potato man washed the body of the little fox on the edge of the waterfall at the foot of the mountain, and used the long brush to penetrate the little fox's body, and finally put it on the campfire to barbecue, and gradually drifted a little delicious in the night. They ate the flesh of the little fox and had a feeling of a lost old thing returning.
It was probably the most delicious picnic I've ever had, said the Potato Man.
"Yes, it's delicious." The painter said.
End
God listened to caldia, the god of war, but he didn't need to listen at all, he had insight into everything, including the heart of Caldia, the god of war.
He smiled and praised Caldia's intelligence and morality, the god of war, and then turned his head to let Caldia, the god of war, look at the story that happened behind him.
He asked Caldia, the god of war, "Do you think you can really see people?" ”
Caldia, the god of war, was silent, and he half-raised his head and looked at God, who narrowed his smile and looked at him equally silently.
"It's four stories, and I'm a character in one of them." Caldia said.
"No, it's just a story." God replied coldly.
"The little fox was innocent, and the ruthless potato man killed her." Caldia continued.
"No, no one is innocent, and the Potato Man is not ruthless." God replied.
"The painter has never been able to overcome his shortcomings." Caldia continued.
"No, the painter cannot overcome his own greed." God replied.
"I should follow your orders and kill all the people in Tudou Village." Caldia continued.
"Yes." God replied.
"I lost to my own cleverness." Caldia continued.
"No, that's just arrogance." God replied.
"I'm going to kill myself now." Caldia continued.
"You can't kill yourself, but in what you just said, you did kill yourself." God finished the sentence with a smile and told Caldia to go back and rest well so that he could have enough energy to carry out his next mission.