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此曲只应天上有
admin 2004-08-13 12:57

之 Hotel California

Eagles老鹰乐队的<<Hotel California》专辑,在1977年一月获美国排行榜冠军一周,
销售达白金唱片。呃支同名单曲在二月及三月分?e重回冠军宝座,而后更在四月底和五月初禅联冠军达五周之久,并同时获英国亚军。
五月时,专辑同名单曲《Hotel California》销售百万,获美国榜冠芸军。
<<Hotel California》可说是Eagles在最佳状态,最佳组合之下所完成的一张旷世之作,
它的销售量在80年代初就已突破1500万张!
<<Hotel California》曲中经典的吉他旋律、诡异莫名的歌词内容、感人心弦的悲世情怀,
给我们带来的种种理解和想像,并根据每人的不经历不同的生活有着不同诠释,也就是大家常说
的仁慈的人能从上面看出怜悯来,而聪明的人从上面看出了智慧(仁者见仁,智者见智)

歌词:
HOTEL CALIFORNIA
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air
1)Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
2)My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
I was thinking to myself
“This could be Heaven or this could be Hell”
3)Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say...
4)Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (any time of year)
You can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
5)So I called up the Captain
“Please bring me my wine”
He said, “We haven''t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine”
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
such a lovely face
They’re living it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice
And she said, “We are all just prisoners here of our own device”
And in the master''s chambers, they gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can''t kill the beast
Last thing I remember, 6)I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
“Relax,” said the night man, “we are programmed to receive
You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave”

admin 2004-08-13 12:58

笨笨对电影<<Leon>>的喜爱无以复加.片尾这首Shape of my heart,足以令你潸然泪下,若有所失,脑海中一一闪过这些令人痛惜的镜头:高楼大厦下面,一高一矮两个影子,腋下夹着一盆叶子,一晃一晃; 叶子深埋地下寻根,意味深长的空中鸟瞰.

Sting: Shape of my Heart
http://www.multimania.com/natalieportman/shape.mp3

歌词:
He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn''t play for the money he wins
He doesn''t play for respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
I know that the spades are swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that''s not the shape of my heart
He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that''s not the shape of my heart
And if I told you that I loved you
You''d maybe think there''s something wrong
I''m not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost
I know that the spades are swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that''s not the shape of my heart

admin 2004-08-13 13:00

这首歌是美国民谣歌手Don McLean为纪念荷兰的伟大画家文森特・梵高而作,收录在那张为其赢来巨大声誉的专辑《American Pie》里,歌曲创作的灵感来自梵高的一幅著名的画作《Starry Starry Night》(星夜),旋律流畅得浑如天成,词作也是如画般的唯美,让人想起德国小说家施笃姆的诗意小说中大段大段描写的空蒙月色,整首曲子的配器就是一把木吉他,极致的简约之美
据说在阿姆斯特丹的梵高纪念馆前,人们总能听到这首歌被一遍遍地播放。
歌词:Vincent_music&words BY Don McLean
Starry
starry night
paint your palette blue and grey
look out on a summer‘s day
with eyes that know the
darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the daffodils
catch the breeze and the winter chills
in colors on the snowy linen land.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they did not know how
perhaps they‘ll listen now.
Starry
starry night
flaming flo‘rs that brightly blaze
swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in
Vincent‘s eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue
morning fields of amber grain
weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist‘s
loving hand.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
perhaps they‘ll listen now.
For they could not love you
but still your love was true
and when no hope was left in sight on that starry
starry night.
You took your life
as lovers often do;
But I could have told you
Vincent
this world was never
meant for one
as beautiful as you.
Starry
starry night
portraits hung in empty halls
frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes
that watch the world and can‘t forget.
Like the stranger that you‘ve met
the ragged men in ragged clothes
the silver thorn of bloody rose
lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow.
And now I think I know what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they‘re not
list‘ning still
perhaps they never will.
Starry
starry night
paint your palette blue and grey
look out on a summer‘s day
with eyes that know the
darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the daffodils
catch the breeze and the winter chills
in colors on the snowy linen land.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they did not know how
perhaps they‘ll listen now.
Starry
starry night
flaming flo‘rs that brightly blaze
swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in
Vincent‘s eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue
morning fields of amber grain
weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist‘s
loving hand.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
perhaps they‘ll listen now.
For they could not love you
but still your love was true
and when no hope was left in sight on that starry
starry night.
You took your life
as lovers often do;
But I could have told you
Vincent
this world was never
meant for one
as beautiful as you.
Starry
starry night
portraits hung in empty halls
frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes
that watch the world and can‘t forget.
Like the stranger that you‘ve met
the ragged men in ragged clothes
the silver thorn of bloody rose
lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow.
And now I think I know what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they‘re not
list‘ning still
perhaps they never will.

showxu 2004-09-03 13:37

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