RYKER - Three Addresses (Official Audio)

「來,拜拜。」 Seventh month. The old house, Tainan, red brick, incense by the ancestors' shelf. Grandma has a stack of silver paper and a paper bag. This one's for your grandfather. On the bag you write three things: who it's for, where he rests, and who is sending. She writes his name, slow. Then she turns the pen to me: 「寫你的名。」 In Chinese. Under his. I have got three addresses. A house back in the States, a mailbox with the name spelled wrong. A tin room on a roof in Taipei, by the month. And this one, where nobody asked me for a key. I ask her which of mine is home. She looks like I should know. Hometown is the one they left. Home is who waits up. She has waited thirty years at this door with a second cup. We burn it sheet by sheet. His name and mine go up together. Three addresses, one of me. 「阿公,我回來了。」 農曆七月的台南老家,阿媽把筆遞給他,要他在給阿公的紙袋上、阿公名字下面寫上自己的中文名。美國的家、台北的頂樓、台南的老宅——三個地址,一個人。老家是他們離開的地方,家是有人等你的地方。RYKER 萊克第二張專輯《Southbound》壓軸:紙點燃的劈啪聲+台語「來,拜拜。」開場,72 BPM,chill jazz 鋼琴 × ambient downtempo × 弦樂,英文為主。 RYKER 萊克|Masked rapper. No face, just the voice. 【人與 AI 共同創作 / Human × AI】 本作品由人與 AI 共同創作:TNL 負責企劃、角色設定、故事與每一步的挑選定稿;歌詞、演唱聲音與人物影像由 AI 工具協作生成。RYKER 為虛構角色。 This track was created by humans together with AI tools. RYKER is a fictional character. 【Lyrics 歌詞】 「來,拜拜。」 Seventh month. The old house, Tainan, red brick, a tiled floor, incense by the ancestors' shelf, shoes lined up at the door. Grandma has a stack of silver paper and a paper bag. This one's for your grandfather. She uncaps the pen she has. On the bag you write three things: who it's for, where he rests, and who is sending. She writes his name, slow, her very best. Then the last line, for the living. She turns the pen to me: 「寫你的名。」 In Chinese. Under his. Two characters, from me. Three addresses, one of me. One I was born to, one I pay to keep. One where somebody waits up for me. Three addresses, one of me. I have got three addresses. One's a house back in the States, a mailbox with the name spelled wrong, a driveway and a gate. One's a tin room on a roof in Taipei, five flights, by the month. And this one, where nobody asked me for a key or cash up front. The bag needs an address so the smoke knows where to go. I ask her which of mine is home. She looks like I should know. Hometown is the one they left. Home is who waits up. She has waited thirty years at this door with a second cup. Three addresses, one of me. One I was born to, one I pay to keep. One where somebody waits up for me. Three addresses, one of me. We burn it sheet by sheet, the silver, then the bag, the ink, his name and mine go up together, faster than I think. I don't know if it gets there. I know who it's from. First time I wrote it where he'd read it, and it's gone. One year. A roof, a market, a room where I didn't speak, a temple floor, a basement, a train, a soup, a masked street. I came to find a country. I found a line on a paper bag: the living, one name, mine. That's all I had to add. Three addresses, one of me. One I was born to, one I pay to keep. One where somebody waits up for me. Three addresses, one of me. Three addresses, one of me. One I was born to, one I pay to keep. One where she waits. That's home to me. Three addresses. One of me. 「阿公,我回來了。」 #RYKER #EnglishRap #HipHop #MaskedRapper #AsianAmerican #TheNoNameLessRAP #TNL #AIMusic #VirtualArtist #OfficialAudio #ThreeAddresses #Southbound #ChillJazz #Downtempo #Tainan YouTube →    / @thenonamelessrap