“I’m lazy, only manage to jog for 2 days. I smoke, an act of damaging health. I’m a straightforward person, therefore offending someone becomes part of everyday life. I love to throw my temper around, not knowing how to control them. I’m an impatient person; especially to things that does not interest me. I’m confident yet feel inferior, very contradicting. Facing my fans, I’ll feel embarrass. I’m not motivated, always thinking of holidays. I’m not an obedient person, even my mum can’t change this fact. I’m not an idol, please don’t treat me as one. Thanks to all who loves me. Hope that I’ll reach my definition of perfection one day; you’ll still be proud of me.”
–This is the self-presentation by Faye Wong herself. The Chinese-beloved singer has plans to go back to singing after a 3-year break….
Faye Wong is originally from Beijing and likes singing since she was song. She went to HongKong to learn vocal music in early 1990’s. After her album “The woman who is easy to be hurt”, she was becoming a pop-star in China. Her career reaches the peak unlike her marriage. She divoced with her first husband Dou Wei, a Beijing rock star, and got marriaged again with a mainland TV drama actor Li Yapeng last year, who is considered a man relying on female stars to have his moment. This year, Faye had a baby girl but the harelip baby was a shock to the couple and the public. They sent the baby to California to receive the surgery and established a foundition for Chinese harelip babies. Fary said she is going back to sing for her baby.
The first song “Eyes on me”, the only English song of hers, is from the same-name album published in 1999. The second song “Chanel” is her typical style in her later albumsÔºçÔºçbizarre and fashional
Lyrics of “Chanel”:
The prince is looking for his sweetheart
The coat is looking for its model
Many glass shoes fit many people
There is no unicness
Whoes angel am I?
Whoes model are you?
My dear…my dear
Let us cooperate well
Let us make the choice slowly
You are happy and so am I
You are the model and I am the Chanel
Chanel…chanel…chanel…….
Lips picking colors
Love seeking its model
The clothes in the shop window fit many people
There is no unicness
Repeating…
