Sihu
Sihu may refer to:
Taiwan
Sihu (instrument)
The sihu (Chinese: 四胡; pinyin: sìhú) (known as a ᠬᠤᠭᠤᠴᠢᠷ / Хуучир / Khuuchir in Mongolia, where this term define the whole hugin family) is a Chinese bowed string instrument with four strings. It is a member of the huqin family of instruments.
Construction
The instrument's name comes from the words sì (四, meaning "four" in Chinese, referring to the instrument's number of strings) and hú (胡, short for huqin, the family of instruments of which the sihu is a member). Its soundbox and neck are made from hardwood and the playing end of the soundbox is covered with python, cow, or sheep skin.
There are several sizes of sihu; the lowest of these is generally tuned C, C, G, G; the medium size is tuned G, G, D, D; and the smallest size is tuned D, D, A, A.
Technique
The instrument is held vertically, with its soundbox on the player's lap, and its strings are tuned in pairs. The hair of the bow passes between the two pairs of strings.
Use
The sihu is primarily associated with the Mongolian culture, and is played by Mongolians in Mongolia and also in the Inner Mongolia Autonomous Region of China. The Mongolians call it the Khuurchir. It is also used as a traditional instrument in the Liaoning, Jilin, Heilongjiang provinces of China.
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Prison Blues (Acoustic 2011)
by: SojaPrison blues stand an issue,
even when our suits ain't blue
We got shade's downs on the daily,
shanks ooobs so vicious too.
Blue walls vocking down the cell block,
wooden skellots down the hall
What you gonna make my prison thicker, higha shal fo work
I lift the hema hema seven,
and let that fall upon the stove,
And let the shaly chones define me,
and build these walls I call my own
I got scars like holly mammoth,
and I don't seem to fit no more
Yet I wake myself each morning,
just prepare for what's in store
So tonight is cold as bullets,
so please walk up and down my tear,
Tell myself the end is coming soon, chase away fear,
That some fear got me drinking,
put these straps on down my arm,
Passing fear has been inside of me ever since I was born.
I lift the hema hema seven, a
nd let that fall upon the stove,
And let the shady shades define me, and build these walls
I call my own I got scars like holly mammoth,
and I don't seem to fit no more
Yet I wake myself each morning,
just prepare for what's in store...for me
Freedom is just a test of memory,
I lose more and more each day
Can't forgive the man aside me,
my tranquility is there
Every day is like every other
Every day is like every other
Every day is like every other
Every day is like..let me out of here
Let me out of here
Let me out of here
Let me out of here
Let me out of here
Let me out of here
Let me out of here
Ive run my rout in here They knocked me down in here
Let me out of here
Let me out of here
Let me out of here
Let me breath let me go now you want, you said so
Let me out of here