I'm sailing on this terrible ocean 是什么歌I've come for myself to retrieve
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I'm sailing on this terrible ocean 是什么歌I've come for myself to retrieve
I'm sailing on this terrible ocean 是什么歌
I've come for myself to retrieve
I'm sailing on this terrible ocean 是什么歌I've come for myself to retrieve
穿透心灵的歌曲《A perfect indian》
歌词:
A Perfect Indian is he
Remembering him life is sweet
Like a weeping willow
His face on my pillow
Comes to me still in my dreams
And there I saw a young baby
A beautiful daughter was she
A face from a painting
Red cheeks and teeth aching
Her eyes like a wild Irish sea
On a table in her yellow dress
For a photograph feigned happiness
Why in my life is that the only time
That any of you will smile at me
I'm sailing on this terrible ocean
I've come for my self to retrieve
Too long have I been feeling like Lir's children
And there's only one way to be free
He's shy and he speaks quietly
He's gentle and he seems to me
Like the elf-arrow
His face worn and harrowed
Is he a daydreamer like me
I'm sailing on this terrible ocean
I've come for my self to retrieve
Too long have I been feeling like Lir's children
And there's only one way to be free
A perfect Indian.完美的印第安人.
“东君曾约醉,相似若梦,轻折柳,惊落絮纷扬,拂之素群袂,归之残笛;此夜不堪凉,逝水如弦,莫凭栏,怕秋风再起,淡了容颜,老了尘心.”有人做诗惦念这首歌.
我历来不信东西方互通的说法,但这一回却兀自默许了.爱尔兰澄澈如水的女声,带着丝绒般绵密的质感,把我胸口一次次涌上来的骚动悄悄摁下.静静地,沉浸其中.
年华起伏,若掌声鼓起的潮汐.
More than Music,more than Music.
“在好的音乐面前,大家,都是孩子.”
PS1:Sinead O’Connor,90年代爱尔兰女歌手,天性叛逆,睥睨人世,打小就有艺术家的锋芒.Sinead的照片都呈现一种幽蓝色调,初见时,我暗暗讶异,瘦削清丽的脸庞,轮廓清冽,一如往常的光头.她仿佛是一种透明的存在.是一种迷狂,一种细小的毒,蔓延我的身体.爱尔兰的孤独,承载了太多世间的诋毁,讽刺,指责,咒骂……我不明白,真正值得赞美的究竟是什么?人前撕毁教皇画像的孩子,究竟犯了多大的错?在纽约麦迪逊广场上,众人的嘘声,像一把匕首.艺术的影子融匿在光线里,孩子不会反悔的.
在Sinead O’Connor的艺术词典里,没有“投人所好”的字眼.她是真正用灵魂唱歌的歌者,蓝丝绒是嫁衣,音乐是唯有的领地.她心里不爽,就可以不参加演出;看不惯格莱美,就可以拒绝领奖;有人歧视女性当然要抗议;撕毁一种教皇的照片又怎么了,当初他们是怎样赶我出教堂的……麦迪逊广场事件之后,她销声匿迹了,有人说她精神抑郁,有自杀倾向;有人说她深陷在性取向的困境里,与两个男人生了一个儿子和一个女儿,却又是同性恋者;而更多的人,则渐渐学会了遗忘.
1994年,Sinead O’Connor出了最后一张专辑:《Universal Mother》.从此退出乐坛.令人惊奇的是,这张专辑不再是愤世嫉俗之作.音乐清澈澄净,声线低声婉转,充溢着母性的光辉.而《A perfect indian》就是其中最动人的一首.
她用母亲独有的手掌,抚摸我的骨头.