‘Like American one-offs Regina Spektor and Joanna Newsom, Singaporean Dawn Fung pursues her own uniquely folky muse to whatever climes it desires.’
'Powerful, touching songs, which cut to the heart in their honesty and invite reflection.'
Originals Sing: Singer Songwriter Night at Artistry
DAWN FUNG // LOONG Date Wednesday, 23 October 2013 Time 8pm Venue Artistry, 17 Jalan Pinang Singapore 199149 Tickets $10
Hunt of Time
Once upon a time, the old father is a young girl. She hunts carelessly because there is always another day in front of her.
Sweet Sixteen by Dawn Fung
Sweet sixteen, you are the fairest of all. My darling, you dance like a zephyr too fast for me to hold on, but I’ve been around to watch you grow up into sweet sixteen years.
Lovely seventeen, you are the brightest of all. My darling, you shine like the sun in my eyes! I’ll remember your questions (and answers untold from my heart to yours), lovely seventeen years old.
Fine eighteen you are my joy, my delight! You have grown like the tree that we drew on your wall. A rainbow of colours and baskets of fruits : They will mark how you grow, my fine eighteen-year-old.
the love that I’ve given you will always be there
Time is a man. He realises he loses more than he gains if he is not careful.
Numbers by Dawn Fung from the album, In the Evening Sun (2013)
oh you see the creeping numbers stop at four and five they form a certain angle of a certain slice of time it's the pie that feeds the mouths of those who'll take the cheese these punters form a ratlike race who live for disbelief
and the spring that coils behind is not the hand you saw the minute one did stop at four and not five minutes more for that taste of tempting hour they throw the pearl away and wallow in the sordid mud in satiable display
Eve
As he matures, Time enjoys getting lost in thought, especially when it is well planned.
The Bridegroom by Dawn Fung from the album, The Last Morning (2009)
Can you see the sun rising up over the moon with her smile in her hair, black and shining as the stars in the sky falling down like a fireball inside, of my eyes burning brightly with sparkles in the night turning red, turning white, turning over to the side, feeling sick, curling up, mesmerised as if some things did collide, in the sky...
Can you hear the life on the ground where you stood holding the green turn to brown, and the withered thing is proudly now dust and its sin, was to not believe a thing in the word prophesied, for this time to die and till gold is pavement for feet, once the broken world is crumbling to bits and our memories subside into sounds in the sky...
Can you see the rain lacerating off the lines on the road, where you lie deep inside the ground of broken debris, oversize sliced and shaking in the wind rising up, like a tide surging through the iron wires thrown aside, from the skyscrapers torn to pieces when the messiah, on his horse came with fire in his eyes to collect you, his bride...
Can you hear the time rolling up its hands to three in the hour, of the night where the painted cloud has turned into brush drying up, black and gold dust into drink sucking small galaxies, into puddles toasting wine bread and dine for a feast, at the wedding of the bride and the groom, burning hair, long and tender as his kiss warm as life...
Time’s hunt is coming to an end. He is looking forward to something big.
Home With You by Dawn Fung from the album, In the Evening Sun (2013)
Lay me down by your shoulder now to rest Keep me warm when reason turns too cold In worship, I'll adorn you with my praise You rest me now, I'll be home again someday Saviour, you'll protect your own when we stray away too far we'll come back with you Master, you'll reward your own when we face the raging fires of this world with you
Here is Father Time with all his friends. They are his hunts, his glories. They sit with him among willows of great feasts.
Children of Spring by Dawn Fung from the album, In the Evening Sun (2013)
Sing now you bearers of dreams! Wake up to fullness and laughter! Dance now in rivers so deep! Partake the sweetness of water! Come sing, ye children of spring, holding the hands of your Master! Come dance to laughter and songs, singing joy ever after!
And where are you in the hunt of Time? Are you young and free, working meticulously, pondering on life, or leaving a legacy?
The Last Morning by Dawn Fung from the album, The Last Morning (2009)
Come. Time is here. We are among friends.
Family Song by Dawn Fung from the album, The Last Morning (2009)
When the walls of the families fall down stone hearts melt away When the walls of the families fall down troubles will not stay Even when the dark clouds grow Our wills shall not be broken Even with the storms around Our peace will not be shaken
Children watch from soulless towers for the fields to play in Brothers fight against their own sisters just like orphans Fathers cut down blocks of strife burn them into pieces Mothers watch the rising flames tears flow into rivers
When the walls of the families fall down stone hearts melt away When the walls of the families fall down troubles will not stay Even when the dark clouds grow Our wills shall not be broken Even with the storms around Our peace will not be shaken
当爱 将我们圈在一起 不再埋怨错与对 当爱 将我们圈在一起 相亲相爱最可贵 人生总会有风雨 难免会事与愿违 当你哭泣在夜里 知道你会有我陪 家是我的避难所 有梦有爱有泪水 浪迹天涯到海角 都不如有家人陪
“爱。圈在一起” lyrics : 九木
When the walls of the families fall down stone hearts melt away When the walls of the families fall down troubles will not stay Even when the dark clouds grow Our wills shall not be broken Even with the storms around Our peace will not be shaken
does the Hunt of Time ever come to an end?
Jacob by Dawn Fung from the album, In the Evening Sun (2013)
As if I heard my mother's voice whispering through the sandy grains of time reminding one of playing in the kitchen with the ladle and the spoon while stirring up the bubbles from the carrots and the bones, blood red lentil stew...
As if I knew the time had come to break my brother's bond of years of fury spent upon miles and miles away from home fear and shame won't break my bones in dreams and altar stone...
As if the dawning teared into the sinews of my side before I crossed the brook to pray wrestled with an angel with a name I couldn't say... Esau, you won't hurt me when I see you face to face!
Thanks for coming to ARTISTRY tonight! xx Dawn Paintings by Carl Spitzweg Edgar Degas Édouard Manet Edward Hopper Rembrandt van Rijn Johannes Vermeer Salvador Dali
Thanks for coming to ARTISTRY tonight! xx Dawn Paintings by Carl Spitzweg Edgar Degas Édouard Manet Edward Hopper Rembrandt van Rijn Johannes Vermeer Salvador Dali
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‘Like American one-offs Regina Spektor and Joanna Newsom, Singaporean Dawn Fung pursues her own uniquely folky muse to whatever climes it desires.’
'Powerful, touching songs, which cut to the heart in their honesty and invite reflection.'
Originals Sing: Singer Songwriter Night at Artistry
DAWN FUNG // LOONG Date Wednesday, 23 October 2013 Time 8pm Venue Artistry, 17 Jalan Pinang Singapore 199149 Tickets $10