endless rain(关于青春的瞬间)
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2023-11-25
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1. endless rain,关于青春的瞬间?
确认科比出事的新闻是真的那一刻,整个人懵了几秒钟,那几秒钟里,我的青春结束了。
曼巴(30岁,小厂员工) 和爸爸发生矛盾,本以为换来一顿臭骂,可他却开始顺着我听取我的意见。我觉得我长大了,而肩上的担子变重了。灵儿(29岁,图书编辑) 一直渴望毕业找工作,厌烦六人间的宿舍生活,毕业那天我从实习单位回去参加毕业典礼,拍毕业照,告别四年的大学,无数次想逃离想离开的大学承载了四年最美好的岁月,离开时,室友们各自收拾东西然后挥手告别,我最后离开时,宿舍里已经空无一人,往事历历在目,而我将不再是温室里的少年,这时我感觉到我的青春结束了。爱学习的猪(23岁,大学毕业生) 当小朋友见了我叫阿姨的时候,我觉得我的青春被无情的岁月吞噬了。小阿姨(28岁,文字工作者) 买飞机票时不能再用“青年优惠”。程惠子(26岁,写作者) 村上春树说,我以为人是慢慢长大的,其实不是,人是一瞬间长大的。当我忽然意识到我永远都只是一个平庸者,并且在有生之年都无法改变的时候,我开始释怀,开始懂得生活并不只有成功值得追求,我开始扛起家庭的责任,爱身边值得爱的人,意识到平平淡淡也是人生真谛,那个渴望鲜衣怒马的少年死在了昨天,但一个家庭的男子汉肩负起了责任,我的青春在我意识到自己注定平凡的那一刻结束了,但我的生活才刚刚开始。忘川(30岁,国企员工) 兴致勃勃脱了衣服,却发现不太行。不愿透露姓名的陈先生(40岁) 再次见到她时,我以为我会激动、紧张、面红耳赤,但真正走近的那一刻,我却心如止水般平静,我知道那一刻起,青春已逝。森林猫(24岁,木匠) 1998年5月2日,hide(乐队X-Japan吉他手)自杀的那天。因为意识形态的关系,现在的年轻人大概很难对一个日本乐队投入这么大的情感了,我完全理解,也明白会有人完全不理解。但在当时,我们所爱的文学和音乐都与其他无关,我怀念那个时代,这是我青春的句号。Endless Rain(39岁,会计师) 有房有车,有儿有女,别人看来标配的人生,可殊不知每月还贷的压力,人情冷暖的沧桑,焦虑、心烦、伤感。每天独自在车里抽一支烟的瞬间,总会回忆起无忧无虑的青春,年轻真好。木讷大叔(36岁,程序员) 七八月份只是七八月份,而不再称呼它为暑假的时候。小丸子(25岁,设计师助理) 母亲体检结果出来的时刻。四哥(38岁,前创业者) 第一时间买了喜欢的作家C的新书,但怎么看都喜欢不起来了,甚至觉得有些幼稚。是他变了吗?是我变了吧。飞扬(28岁,舞者) 在湘西的一条河边,把她写给我的信放在河灯上飘走。那一刻,我所有的幻想和执念都随风消散,我的青春结束了。游离态的鸟(27岁,旅行者) 很久不去KTV后,再去时发现我已经唱不上去张信哲的歌了。是烟酒的缘故。过去在学校我被叫做小阿哲的。花花(36岁,公务员) 商场偶遇高中时候喜欢的男生,发现自己竟然毫无波澜,跟遇到一个普通的多年未联系的其他同学一般。葡萄壳(27岁,财务出纳)不再追求昂贵护肤品,一瓶简单的保湿乳用一年四季。不再关注自己的色斑、鱼尾纹、颈纹……可能就是真的成熟了吧。李荟莹(30岁,ONE主播) 我已经不能看三天的迷笛音乐节了,身体受不了。马晓橙(31岁,ONE主播)毕业后考上教师编,来到家乡的高中任教,忽然开始羡慕中学生的年少时光,每天无忧无虑,打打闹闹,爱恨情仇,想想自己的青春从来没有这样热烈而洒脱的活过,每天按部就班地学习,当我看到他们逃课、打游戏、早恋、烫头,甚至有种说不出的羡慕,青春应当有自己的个性,做他们的老师我仿佛又青春了一次,我希望我的心态永远年轻,青春永不结束。千户(26岁,高中老师)2. 有没有类似yesterday?
《A Love Before Time》 遥远的爱
《A Time For Us》 总有一天
《Against All Odds》 困难重重
《Am I That Easy To Forget》 难以忘怀
《Auld Lang Syne》 一路平安
《Beauty And The Beast》 美女与野兽
《Because You Loved Me》 因为你爱过我
《Big Big World》 大千世界
《Bornfree》 生来自由
《Can You Feel The Love Tonight》 今夜何温馨
《Change The World》 改变世界
《Colors Of The Wind》 风的色彩
《Do not Cry For Me Argentina》 阿根廷别为我哭泣
《Do-Re-Mi》 哆来咪
《Edelweiss》 雪绒花
《Endless Love》 无境的爱
《Ever Green》 爱情万年青
《Everything I Do「I Do It For You」》 一切为你
《Falling Into you》 爱上了你
《Flashdance What A Feeling》 闪电舞,好一种感觉
《For All We Know》 我们相知
《Golden Eye》 黄金眼
《He aint Heavy,He is My Brother》 他不重,他是我兄弟
《How Deep Is Your Love》 你的爱有多深
《How Do I Live》 我怎么活
《I Believe I Can Fly》 我相信我能飞翔
《I Have Nothing》 我一无所有
《I Just Call To Say Love You》 电话诉衷情
《I Still Have not Found What I am Looking For》 我还没找到我的东西
《I Will Always Love You》 我将永远爱你
《If God Will Send His Angels》 如果上帝派来他的天使
《In The Morning》 早晨
《It Might Be You》 也许是你
《It Must Have Been Love》 曾经有爱
《I have Ever A Man Before》 过去从未拥有过男人
《Kiss From A Rose》 玫瑰之吻
《Last Dance》 最后的舞蹈
《Let It Be》 顺其自然
《Let us Talk About Love》 让我们谈情说爱
《Love Is Around》 坠入爱河
《Love Me Tender》 温柔地爱我
《Love Story》 爱情故事
《Lovefool》 爱情傻瓜
《Lose Yourself 》迷失自我
《May It Be》 也许
《Memory》 记忆
《Mona Lisa》 蒙娜丽莎
《Moon River》 月亮河
《My All》 我的所有
《My Heart Will Go On》 我心永恒
《My Own True Love》 我的真爱
《My Way》 我的准则
《Nothing is Gonna Stop Us Now》 什么也不能阻止我们
《Nothing To Lose》 此情永不移
《Nothing Is Gonna Change My Love For You》此情不渝
《Now And Forever》 现在和永远
《Only You》 只有你
《Over The Rainbow》 跨越彩虹
《Pretty Women》 漂亮女人
《Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head》 雨点不停落在我头上
《Right Here Waiting》 此情可待
《San Francisco》 圣弗朗西斯科
《Say You Say Me》 说你说我
《Scarborough Fair》 斯卡保罗集市
《The Shape Of My Heart》 心的方向
《Smoke Gets In Your Eyes》 烟雾迷住你的眼睛
《Someday》 有一天
《Sound Of Silence》 寂静之声
《Speak Softly Love》 柔声倾诉
《Streets Of Philadelphia》 费城街头
《Sunshine On My Shoulders》 阳光照在我肩上
《Take My Breath Away》 带走我的呼吸
《Tears In Heaven》 泪洒天堂
《The Color Of The Night》夜色
《The Greatest Love Of All》 至高无上的爱
《The last waltz》 最后的华尔兹
《The River Of No Return》 大江东去
《The Way We Were》 回首当年
《There You will Be》 与你相依
《This Masquerade》 化妆舞会
《Three Coins In The Fountain》 喷泉里的三个硬币
《To Love Somebody》 暗恋
《Unbreak My Heart》 勿伤我心
《Unchained Melody》 奔放的旋律
《Under The Sea》 茫茫海底
《Up Where We Belong》 冲上云霄
《Vision Of A Sunset》 落日之幻影
《Viva Forever》 永远前进
《Whatever Will Be,Will Be》 该怎样就怎样
《When A Child Is Born》 当孩子降生时
《When A Men Love A Women》 当男女相爱时
《When I Fall IN Love》当我坠入爱河
《When You Believe》 只要你相信
《When You Wish Upon A Star》 星星祝福歌
《Whole New World》 全新世界
《Wind Beneath My Wings》 迎风展翅
《Without You》 没有你
《Yesterday Once More》 昨日重现
《You Light Up My Life》 你照亮我的生命
《You will Be In My Heart》 你在我心里面
《You Must Love Me》 你一定要爱我
《30 Minutes》 30分钟
《only love》 只有爱
3. 你心中最好听的动漫音乐是什么?
1-《想大声说我喜欢你》---灌篮高手主题曲
2-《baiButter-fly》---《数码宝贝》主题曲
3-《哆啦A梦之歌》---小叮当主题曲
4-《secret base ~君がくれたもの~》---《未闻花名》片尾曲
5-《天使にふれたよ》---《轻音少女》片头曲
6-《One more time,One more chance》---《秒速五厘米》主题曲
7-《晓之车》---《机动战士高达》插曲
8-《only my railgun》---《某科学的超电磁炮》片头曲
9-《青鸟》---《火影忍者》BGM
10-《FAIRY TAIL メインテーマ》---《妖精的尾巴》插曲
11-《宾克斯没救》---《海贼王》
12-《大红莲团歌》---《天元突破红莲螺岩》BGM
13-《Naruto Main Theme》---《火影忍者》
14-《βios》---《罪恶王冠》插曲
15-《unravel》---《东京喰种》插曲
16-《红莲の弓矢》---《进击的巨人》片头曲
17-《Stories》---《反叛的鲁鲁修》插曲
18-《time after time~花舞う街で~》---《名侦探柯南》十周年纪念版片尾曲
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4. 你认为有哪些声音特别华丽的摇滚乐队主唱?
1. Aerosmith乐队主唱Steven Tyler,上世纪七八十年代硬摇滚代表乐队,主唱声音有多震撼人,听听现场版的《Dream on》,那高音绝对鸡皮疙瘩嗖嗖的。
2. Gun and Roses乐队主唱Axl Rose,上世纪八九十年代摇滚殿堂级乐队,抛开主唱现场演唱时动不动和歌迷打架,《Knocking on heaven’s door》现场演唱时嗓音的极致呐喊,这才是摇滚应该有的。
3. Cinderella乐队主唱Keifer,上世纪九十年代硬摇滚乐队,其在莫斯科演唱会上的《Nobody’s fool》,惊为天人,可惜乐队后期,主唱嗓子唱坏了。
4. Scorpions乐队主唱Klaus Meine,嗓音极具穿透力,他们的不插电演唱会,经典中的经典,而且他们的歌曲流传度非常高,旋律极其优美。
5. Queen乐队主唱Freddie Mercury,毋庸置疑,绝对摇滚历史Top级别的主唱,创作和演唱俱佳,演唱会现场已经是摇滚历史的经典了。
6. X Japan乐队主唱Toshi,虽然他不是乐队中最闪耀的那个,但不可否认,即使他短暂的离队,乐队就像失去了灵魂。《Endless Rain》《Forever love》
7. Beyond乐队的主唱黄家驹,国内摇滚乐坛,首推家驹,原因听摇滚的大家都懂!
5. 书店里放的音乐?
1 canon2 星空 3 安妮的仙境 4 风之丘 5 sundial dreams 6 pastel reflections(倒影中的蜡笔画)
7 走过绿意 8 被遗忘的天使 9 kiss in the rain10 秋日私语11 迷情仙境12 endless horizon13 天空之城14 melody of love 15 the truth of love 16 日光海岸17 漫步神秘园 18 童年19 追梦人20 漫步神秘园 苏格兰风笛21 夏日香气22 por una cabeza (carlos gardel小提琴著名tango舞曲)23 十面埋伏 (女子十二乐坊敦煌版)24 出埃及记25 森林狂想曲26 英雄交响曲27 命运交响曲28 雨中漫步29 田园交响曲
6. 弗吉尼亚艾略特原文?
I. THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, 10
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch.
And when we were children, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, 20
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust. 30
Frisch weht der Wind
Der Heimat zu
Mein Irisch Kind,
Wo weilest du?
"You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
"They called me the hyacinth girl."
- Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew Nothing, 40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Od' und leer das Meer.
Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,
Had a bad cold, nevertheless
Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe,
With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)
Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,
The lady of situations. 50
Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find
The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.
I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.
Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,
Tell her I bring the horoscope myself:
One must be so careful these days.
Unreal City, 60
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying "Stetson!
"You who were with me in the ships at Mylae! 70
"That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
"Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
"Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
"Oh keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men,
"Or with his nails he'll dig it up again!
"You! hypocrite lecteur! - mon semblable, - mon frere!"
II. A GAME OF CHESS
The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
From which a golden Cupidon peeped out 80
(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
Reflecting light upon the table as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion;
In vials of ivory and coloured glass
Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,
Unguent, powdered, or liquid - troubled, confused
And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air
That freshened from the window, these ascended 90
In fattening the prolonged candle-flames,
Flung their smoke into the laquearia,
Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling.
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the coloured stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
Above the antique mantel was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king
So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale 100
Filled all the desert with inviolable voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
"Jug Jug" to dirty ears.
And other withered stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
Footsteps shuffled on the stair.
Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Glowed into words, then would be savagely still. 110
"My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
"Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak.
"What are you Thinking of? What thinking? What?
"I never know what you are thinking. Think."
I think we are in rats' alley
Where the dead men lost their bones.
"What is that noise?"
The wind under the door.
"What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?"
Nothing again nothing. 120
"Do
"You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember
"Nothing?"
I remember
Those are pearls that were his eyes.
"Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?"
But
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag -
It's so elegant
So intelligent 130
"What shall I do now? What shall I do?"
I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street
"With my hair down, so. What shall we do to-morrow?
"What shall we ever do?"
The hot water at ten.
And if it rains, a closed car at four.
And we shall play a game of chess,
Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
When Lil's husband got demobbed, I said -
I didn't mince my words, I said to her myself, 140
HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
Now Albert's coming back, make yourself a bit smart.
He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
To get yourself some teeth. He did, I was there.
You have them all out, Lil, and get a nice set,
He said, I swear, I can't bear to look at you.
And no more can't I, I said, and think of poor Albert,
He's been in the army four years, he wants a good time,
And if you don't give it him, there's others will, I said.
Oh is there, she said. Something o' that, I said. 150
Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a straight look.
HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
If you don't like it you can get on with it, I said.
Others can pick and choose if you can't.
But if Albert makes off, it won't be for lack of telling.
You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique.
(And her only thirty-one.)
I can't help it, she said, pulling a long face,
It's them pills I took, to bring it off, she said.
(She's had five already, and nearly died of young George.) 160
The chemist said it would be alright, but I've never been the same.
You are a proper fool, I said.
Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,
What you get married for if you don't want children?
HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot -
HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
Goonight Bill. Goonight Lou. Goonight May. Goonight. 170
Ta ta. Goonight. Goonight.
Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night.
III. THE FIRE SERMON
The river's tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf
Clutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind
Crosses the brown land, unheard. The nymphs are departed.
Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.
The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends
Or other testimony of summer nights. The nymphs are departed.
And their friends, the loitering heirs of city directors; 180
Departed, have left no addresses.
By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept . . .
Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song,
Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long.
But at my back in a cold blast I hear
The rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear.
A rat crept softly through the vegetation
Dragging its slimy belly on the bank
While I was fishing in the dull canal
On a winter evening round behind the gashouse 190
Musing upon the king my brother's wreck
And on the king my father's death before him.
White bodies naked on the low damp ground
And bones cast in a little low dry garret,
Rattled by the rat's foot only, year to year.
But at my back from time to time I hear
The sound of horns and motors, which shall bring
Sweeney to Mrs. Porter in the spring.
O the moon shone bright on Mrs. Porter
And on her daughter 200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la coupole!
Twit twit twit
Jug jug jug jug jug jug
So rudely forc'd.
Tereu
Unreal City
Under the brown fog of a winter noon
Mr. Eugenides, the Smyrna merchant
Unshaven, with a pocket full of currants 210
C.i.f. London: documents at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel
Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.
At the violet hour, when the eyes and back
Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits
Like a taxi throbbing waiting,
I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,
Old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see
At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives 220
Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,
The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights
Her stove, and lays out food in tins.
Out of the window perilously spread
Her drying combinations touched by the sun's last rays,
On the divan are piled (at night her bed)
Stockings, slippers, camisoles, and stays.
I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest -
I too awaited the expected guest. 230
He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,
A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare,
One of the low on whom assurance sits
As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire.
The time is now propitious, as he guesses,
The meal is ended, she is bored and tired,
Endeavours to engage her in caresses
Which still are unreproved, if undesired.
Flushed and decided, he assaults at once;
Exploring hands encounter no defence; 240
His vanity requires no response,
And makes a welcome of indifference.
(And I Tiresias have foresuffered all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
And walked among the lowest of the dead.)
Bestows one final patronising kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit . . .
She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her departed lover; 250
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over."
When lovely woman stoops to folly and
Paces about her room again, alone,
She smoothes her hair with automatic hand,
And puts a record on the gramophone.
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen Victoria Street.
O City city, I can sometimes hear
Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street, 260
The pleasant whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from within
Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
Of Magnus Martyr hold
Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold.
The river sweats
Oil and tar
The barges drift
With the turning tide
Red sails 270
Wide
To leeward, swing on the heavy spar.
The barges wash
Drifting logs
Down Greenwich reach
Past the Isle of Dogs.
Weialala leia
Wallala leialala
Elizabeth and Leicester
Beating oars 280
The stern was formed
A gilded shell
Red and gold
The brisk swell
Rippled both shores
Southwest wind
Carried down stream
The peal of bells
White towers
Weialala leia 290
Wallala leialala
"Trams and dusty trees.
Highbury bore me. Richmond and Kew
Undid me. By Richmond I raised my knees
Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe."
"My feet are at Moorgate, and my heart
Under my feet. After the event
He wept. He promised 'a new start'.
I made no comment. What should I resent?"
"On Margate Sands. 300
I can connect
Nothing with nothing.
The broken fingernails of dirty hands.
My people humble people who expect
Nothing."
la la
To Carthage then I came
Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou pluckest me out
O Lord Thou pluckest 310
burning
IV. DEATH BY WATER
Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
A current under sea
Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
Entering the whirlpool.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, 320
Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
V. WHAT THE THUNDER SAID
After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience 330
Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water
Who is the third who walks always beside you? 360
When I count, there are only you and I together
But when I look ahead up the white road
There is always another one walking beside you
Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded
I do not know whether a man or a woman
- But who is that on the other side of you?
What is that sound high in the air
Murmur of maternal lamentation
Who are those hooded hordes swarming
Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth 370
Ringed by the flat horizon only
What is the city over the mountains
Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
Falling towers
Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
Vienna London
Unreal
A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light 380
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a blackened wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
In this decayed hole among the mountains
In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing
Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel
There is the empty chapel, only the wind's home.
It has no windows, and the door swings, 390
Dry bones can harm no one.
Only a cock stood on the rooftree
Co co rico co co rico
In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust
Bringing rain
Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves
Waited for rain, while the black clouds
Gathered far distant, over Himavant.
The jungle crouched, humped in silence.
Then spoke the thunder 400
DA
Datta: what have we given?
My friend, blood shaking my heart
The awful daring of a moment's surrender
Which an age of prudence can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed
Which is not to be found in our obituaries
Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider
Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
In our empty rooms 410
DA
Dayadhvam: I have heard the key
Turn in the door once and turn once only
We think of the key, each in his prison
Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison
Only at nightfall, aetherial rumours
Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
DA
Damyata: The boat responded
Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar 420
The sea was calm, your heart would have responded
Gaily, when invited, beating obedient
To controlling hands
I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?
London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down
Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina
Quando fiam ceu chelidon - O swallow swallow
Le Prince d'Aquitaine a la tour abolie 430
These fragments I have shored against my ruins
Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo's mad againe.
Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.
Shantih shantih shantih
7. 伍伍慧这位指弹演奏家水平如何?
指弹演奏家伍伍慧(satoshi gogo)1988年,日本大阪出生。12岁开始弹吉他。从14岁时起师从于岸部真明。Finger Picking Contest2004上获得最优秀奖、乐曲奖、Audience奖、AGM奖。
2005年2月 岸部真明Produce的首张迷你专辑『MELODY』发行。
之后,师从于古川忠义。
2005年9月 在美国Kansas州Winfield举行的「National Finger Picking Contest」出场。
2006年8月 古川忠义Produce的第2张迷你专辑『COLORS』发行。
出演多数TV・广播・杂志等媒体活动。
另外也作为TV节目后台音乐而被使用等并在FM爱知担任个性节目。
chageandaska的专辑『DOUBLE』收录的 「36度线-1995夏-album ver.」作为吉他而参加。
其存在感的吉他音色得到了CHAGE and ASKA的最好的赞美。
并且有来自行业有关人员以及著名音乐工作者的评价、而注目高涨。
现在、以大阪・名古屋・东京为中心展开演出活动。
专辑介绍
05年《Melody》
1.one more summer
2.泣きむし
3.お月さま
4.DAIMAJIN 5.またあした
06年《Colors》
1.New Days
2.太阳
3.ウキウキ
4.Ambition
5.ほしなき
6.今夜、梦の中で
11年《SONGS IN POCKET》
1.モ�ニングタウン
2.风と自�车
3.さよなら太阳
4.L-O-V-E
5.ジャ�ニ�
6.Luna Lullaby
7.Romantica
8.都
9.大空
10.Sailing
11.あの日の�り道
12.Relay of melodies
11年《Chapter Ⅰ》
1.Loco Moco
2.Brand NewHour
3.Thinking About You In The Rain
4.Somewhere Over The Rainbow
5.Rasgueado
6.めばえ
7.I Want You Back
8.Moon Desire
12年《DROPS-blooming flavor》
1 Skyline
2 Wake Me Up Before You Go Go
3君とhumming
4 �书室のワルツ
5幸せの散�道
6 Endless Summer
7 Alright!
8 Milky Way
9 Libertango
10 想い出。
伍伍慧的编曲很精致,音符之间,乐句之间充满了设计感,但听起来不费力,不炸耳。个人认为伍伍慧的曲子如果放在日本同一时期的指弹吉他家中,非常具有辨识度。
伍伍慧的很多曲子充满了古典味道,具体来说,和声走的漂亮,对位准确,并非简单的堆砌低音,例如Romantica ,heart等,伍伍慧还善于运用圆滑音技巧右手挑勾等来修饰旋律,而且往往是最不可思议的点,几乎所有的空拍,都被安排了大量的技巧且处理的很细腻,丰富了多声部的宽度,例如bluebird,约束的海,编曲上是值得练习和深入探究的曲子,想弹好不简单。伍伍慧的慢曲子比较多,和大多数优秀的指弹吉他家一样,这类曲子充满了情感,音色也很干净,旋律抓耳。当然还有autumn leaves这样风格明显的曲子,即兴成分明显,只是他的爵士水平的冰山一角,期待他更多此类风格的曲子。
近来很是着迷这首autumn leaves,切分节奏让人欲罢不能
伍伍慧是我喜欢的指弹家,没有之一。具体编曲技术等方面的我不敢妄加评论,不过我看过一个说法感觉说的很到位:你去听随便一位指弹家的曲子,至少有三分之一是你听不惯的或不觉得好听的,不过伍伍慧的曲子里任何一首只要你去认真听,都会觉得好听~
他的曲子与其他的指弹家相比更注重旋律,我这种不喜欢“咣咣咣”的pm等技巧的最喜欢练他的曲子了,而且很少有特殊调弦,有的静谧有的欢快有的暴烈,每一首弹着都非常舒心~当然他的曲子都很难,基本没有一首简单的……
聆听他的作品时
你总会怀疑自己在听古典专辑
老练成熟的Bassline
轻快清新的旋律、动感的节奏
2005年发行了首张迷你专辑『MELODY』
2006年发行第2张迷你专辑『COLORS』
那么年轻就发行专辑的人
在世上并不多见
他不认为自己的风格已经定型
还在尝试别人没有在做的事情
一直认真领悟自己喜欢的东西
形成自己的风格
他是指弹界后起之秀伍伍慧
伍伍慧的作品融合了流行爵士、传统美式、日式柔情,并能慢慢形成个人风格的日本指弹吉他手中,小伍应该算是先行者了。
伍伍慧的原创作品中,除了融合美式、爵士,还有很多欧美经典老歌的精彩改编,不常听欧美音乐的琴友也许不知道,小伍专辑中的〈Can’t Buy Me Love〉、〈When I’m 64〉是Beatles乐队的经典歌曲,亲临过现场乐迷也表示非常喜欢他弹奏JAZZ。
伍伍慧的很多曲子充满了古典味道, 和声走的漂亮,对位准确。 善于运用圆滑音技巧右手挑勾等来修饰旋律。他的曲子与其他的指弹家相比更注重旋律,而且很少有特殊调弦。 有的静谧有的欢快有的暴烈。 每一首弹着都非常舒心。
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1. endless rain,关于青春的瞬间?
确认科比出事的新闻是真的那一刻,整个人懵了几秒钟,那几秒钟里,我的青春结束了。
曼巴(30岁,小厂员工) 和爸爸发生矛盾,本以为换来一顿臭骂,可他却开始顺着我听取我的意见。我觉得我长大了,而肩上的担子变重了。灵儿(29岁,图书编辑) 一直渴望毕业找工作,厌烦六人间的宿舍生活,毕业那天我从实习单位回去参加毕业典礼,拍毕业照,告别四年的大学,无数次想逃离想离开的大学承载了四年最美好的岁月,离开时,室友们各自收拾东西然后挥手告别,我最后离开时,宿舍里已经空无一人,往事历历在目,而我将不再是温室里的少年,这时我感觉到我的青春结束了。爱学习的猪(23岁,大学毕业生) 当小朋友见了我叫阿姨的时候,我觉得我的青春被无情的岁月吞噬了。小阿姨(28岁,文字工作者) 买飞机票时不能再用“青年优惠”。程惠子(26岁,写作者) 村上春树说,我以为人是慢慢长大的,其实不是,人是一瞬间长大的。当我忽然意识到我永远都只是一个平庸者,并且在有生之年都无法改变的时候,我开始释怀,开始懂得生活并不只有成功值得追求,我开始扛起家庭的责任,爱身边值得爱的人,意识到平平淡淡也是人生真谛,那个渴望鲜衣怒马的少年死在了昨天,但一个家庭的男子汉肩负起了责任,我的青春在我意识到自己注定平凡的那一刻结束了,但我的生活才刚刚开始。忘川(30岁,国企员工) 兴致勃勃脱了衣服,却发现不太行。不愿透露姓名的陈先生(40岁) 再次见到她时,我以为我会激动、紧张、面红耳赤,但真正走近的那一刻,我却心如止水般平静,我知道那一刻起,青春已逝。森林猫(24岁,木匠) 1998年5月2日,hide(乐队X-Japan吉他手)自杀的那天。因为意识形态的关系,现在的年轻人大概很难对一个日本乐队投入这么大的情感了,我完全理解,也明白会有人完全不理解。但在当时,我们所爱的文学和音乐都与其他无关,我怀念那个时代,这是我青春的句号。Endless Rain(39岁,会计师) 有房有车,有儿有女,别人看来标配的人生,可殊不知每月还贷的压力,人情冷暖的沧桑,焦虑、心烦、伤感。每天独自在车里抽一支烟的瞬间,总会回忆起无忧无虑的青春,年轻真好。木讷大叔(36岁,程序员) 七八月份只是七八月份,而不再称呼它为暑假的时候。小丸子(25岁,设计师助理) 母亲体检结果出来的时刻。四哥(38岁,前创业者) 第一时间买了喜欢的作家C的新书,但怎么看都喜欢不起来了,甚至觉得有些幼稚。是他变了吗?是我变了吧。飞扬(28岁,舞者) 在湘西的一条河边,把她写给我的信放在河灯上飘走。那一刻,我所有的幻想和执念都随风消散,我的青春结束了。游离态的鸟(27岁,旅行者) 很久不去KTV后,再去时发现我已经唱不上去张信哲的歌了。是烟酒的缘故。过去在学校我被叫做小阿哲的。花花(36岁,公务员) 商场偶遇高中时候喜欢的男生,发现自己竟然毫无波澜,跟遇到一个普通的多年未联系的其他同学一般。葡萄壳(27岁,财务出纳)不再追求昂贵护肤品,一瓶简单的保湿乳用一年四季。不再关注自己的色斑、鱼尾纹、颈纹……可能就是真的成熟了吧。李荟莹(30岁,ONE主播) 我已经不能看三天的迷笛音乐节了,身体受不了。马晓橙(31岁,ONE主播)毕业后考上教师编,来到家乡的高中任教,忽然开始羡慕中学生的年少时光,每天无忧无虑,打打闹闹,爱恨情仇,想想自己的青春从来没有这样热烈而洒脱的活过,每天按部就班地学习,当我看到他们逃课、打游戏、早恋、烫头,甚至有种说不出的羡慕,青春应当有自己的个性,做他们的老师我仿佛又青春了一次,我希望我的心态永远年轻,青春永不结束。千户(26岁,高中老师)2. 有没有类似yesterday?
《A Love Before Time》 遥远的爱
《A Time For Us》 总有一天
《Against All Odds》 困难重重
《Am I That Easy To Forget》 难以忘怀
《Auld Lang Syne》 一路平安
《Beauty And The Beast》 美女与野兽
《Because You Loved Me》 因为你爱过我
《Big Big World》 大千世界
《Bornfree》 生来自由
《Can You Feel The Love Tonight》 今夜何温馨
《Change The World》 改变世界
《Colors Of The Wind》 风的色彩
《Do not Cry For Me Argentina》 阿根廷别为我哭泣
《Do-Re-Mi》 哆来咪
《Edelweiss》 雪绒花
《Endless Love》 无境的爱
《Ever Green》 爱情万年青
《Everything I Do「I Do It For You」》 一切为你
《Falling Into you》 爱上了你
《Flashdance What A Feeling》 闪电舞,好一种感觉
《For All We Know》 我们相知
《Golden Eye》 黄金眼
《He aint Heavy,He is My Brother》 他不重,他是我兄弟
《How Deep Is Your Love》 你的爱有多深
《How Do I Live》 我怎么活
《I Believe I Can Fly》 我相信我能飞翔
《I Have Nothing》 我一无所有
《I Just Call To Say Love You》 电话诉衷情
《I Still Have not Found What I am Looking For》 我还没找到我的东西
《I Will Always Love You》 我将永远爱你
《If God Will Send His Angels》 如果上帝派来他的天使
《In The Morning》 早晨
《It Might Be You》 也许是你
《It Must Have Been Love》 曾经有爱
《I have Ever A Man Before》 过去从未拥有过男人
《Kiss From A Rose》 玫瑰之吻
《Last Dance》 最后的舞蹈
《Let It Be》 顺其自然
《Let us Talk About Love》 让我们谈情说爱
《Love Is Around》 坠入爱河
《Love Me Tender》 温柔地爱我
《Love Story》 爱情故事
《Lovefool》 爱情傻瓜
《Lose Yourself 》迷失自我
《May It Be》 也许
《Memory》 记忆
《Mona Lisa》 蒙娜丽莎
《Moon River》 月亮河
《My All》 我的所有
《My Heart Will Go On》 我心永恒
《My Own True Love》 我的真爱
《My Way》 我的准则
《Nothing is Gonna Stop Us Now》 什么也不能阻止我们
《Nothing To Lose》 此情永不移
《Nothing Is Gonna Change My Love For You》此情不渝
《Now And Forever》 现在和永远
《Only You》 只有你
《Over The Rainbow》 跨越彩虹
《Pretty Women》 漂亮女人
《Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head》 雨点不停落在我头上
《Right Here Waiting》 此情可待
《San Francisco》 圣弗朗西斯科
《Say You Say Me》 说你说我
《Scarborough Fair》 斯卡保罗集市
《The Shape Of My Heart》 心的方向
《Smoke Gets In Your Eyes》 烟雾迷住你的眼睛
《Someday》 有一天
《Sound Of Silence》 寂静之声
《Speak Softly Love》 柔声倾诉
《Streets Of Philadelphia》 费城街头
《Sunshine On My Shoulders》 阳光照在我肩上
《Take My Breath Away》 带走我的呼吸
《Tears In Heaven》 泪洒天堂
《The Color Of The Night》夜色
《The Greatest Love Of All》 至高无上的爱
《The last waltz》 最后的华尔兹
《The River Of No Return》 大江东去
《The Way We Were》 回首当年
《There You will Be》 与你相依
《This Masquerade》 化妆舞会
《Three Coins In The Fountain》 喷泉里的三个硬币
《To Love Somebody》 暗恋
《Unbreak My Heart》 勿伤我心
《Unchained Melody》 奔放的旋律
《Under The Sea》 茫茫海底
《Up Where We Belong》 冲上云霄
《Vision Of A Sunset》 落日之幻影
《Viva Forever》 永远前进
《Whatever Will Be,Will Be》 该怎样就怎样
《When A Child Is Born》 当孩子降生时
《When A Men Love A Women》 当男女相爱时
《When I Fall IN Love》当我坠入爱河
《When You Believe》 只要你相信
《When You Wish Upon A Star》 星星祝福歌
《Whole New World》 全新世界
《Wind Beneath My Wings》 迎风展翅
《Without You》 没有你
《Yesterday Once More》 昨日重现
《You Light Up My Life》 你照亮我的生命
《You will Be In My Heart》 你在我心里面
《You Must Love Me》 你一定要爱我
《30 Minutes》 30分钟
《only love》 只有爱
3. 你心中最好听的动漫音乐是什么?
1-《想大声说我喜欢你》---灌篮高手主题曲
2-《baiButter-fly》---《数码宝贝》主题曲
3-《哆啦A梦之歌》---小叮当主题曲
4-《secret base ~君がくれたもの~》---《未闻花名》片尾曲
5-《天使にふれたよ》---《轻音少女》片头曲
6-《One more time,One more chance》---《秒速五厘米》主题曲
7-《晓之车》---《机动战士高达》插曲
8-《only my railgun》---《某科学的超电磁炮》片头曲
9-《青鸟》---《火影忍者》BGM
10-《FAIRY TAIL メインテーマ》---《妖精的尾巴》插曲
11-《宾克斯没救》---《海贼王》
12-《大红莲团歌》---《天元突破红莲螺岩》BGM
13-《Naruto Main Theme》---《火影忍者》
14-《βios》---《罪恶王冠》插曲
15-《unravel》---《东京喰种》插曲
16-《红莲の弓矢》---《进击的巨人》片头曲
17-《Stories》---《反叛的鲁鲁修》插曲
18-《time after time~花舞う街で~》---《名侦探柯南》十周年纪念版片尾曲
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4. 你认为有哪些声音特别华丽的摇滚乐队主唱?
1. Aerosmith乐队主唱Steven Tyler,上世纪七八十年代硬摇滚代表乐队,主唱声音有多震撼人,听听现场版的《Dream on》,那高音绝对鸡皮疙瘩嗖嗖的。
2. Gun and Roses乐队主唱Axl Rose,上世纪八九十年代摇滚殿堂级乐队,抛开主唱现场演唱时动不动和歌迷打架,《Knocking on heaven’s door》现场演唱时嗓音的极致呐喊,这才是摇滚应该有的。
3. Cinderella乐队主唱Keifer,上世纪九十年代硬摇滚乐队,其在莫斯科演唱会上的《Nobody’s fool》,惊为天人,可惜乐队后期,主唱嗓子唱坏了。
4. Scorpions乐队主唱Klaus Meine,嗓音极具穿透力,他们的不插电演唱会,经典中的经典,而且他们的歌曲流传度非常高,旋律极其优美。
5. Queen乐队主唱Freddie Mercury,毋庸置疑,绝对摇滚历史Top级别的主唱,创作和演唱俱佳,演唱会现场已经是摇滚历史的经典了。
6. X Japan乐队主唱Toshi,虽然他不是乐队中最闪耀的那个,但不可否认,即使他短暂的离队,乐队就像失去了灵魂。《Endless Rain》《Forever love》
7. Beyond乐队的主唱黄家驹,国内摇滚乐坛,首推家驹,原因听摇滚的大家都懂!
5. 书店里放的音乐?
1 canon2 星空 3 安妮的仙境 4 风之丘 5 sundial dreams 6 pastel reflections(倒影中的蜡笔画)
7 走过绿意 8 被遗忘的天使 9 kiss in the rain10 秋日私语11 迷情仙境12 endless horizon13 天空之城14 melody of love 15 the truth of love 16 日光海岸17 漫步神秘园 18 童年19 追梦人20 漫步神秘园 苏格兰风笛21 夏日香气22 por una cabeza (carlos gardel小提琴著名tango舞曲)23 十面埋伏 (女子十二乐坊敦煌版)24 出埃及记25 森林狂想曲26 英雄交响曲27 命运交响曲28 雨中漫步29 田园交响曲
6. 弗吉尼亚艾略特原文?
I. THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, 10
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch.
And when we were children, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, 20
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust. 30
Frisch weht der Wind
Der Heimat zu
Mein Irisch Kind,
Wo weilest du?
"You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
"They called me the hyacinth girl."
- Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew Nothing, 40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Od' und leer das Meer.
Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,
Had a bad cold, nevertheless
Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe,
With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)
Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,
The lady of situations. 50
Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find
The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.
I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.
Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,
Tell her I bring the horoscope myself:
One must be so careful these days.
Unreal City, 60
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying "Stetson!
"You who were with me in the ships at Mylae! 70
"That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
"Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
"Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
"Oh keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men,
"Or with his nails he'll dig it up again!
"You! hypocrite lecteur! - mon semblable, - mon frere!"
II. A GAME OF CHESS
The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
From which a golden Cupidon peeped out 80
(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
Reflecting light upon the table as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion;
In vials of ivory and coloured glass
Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,
Unguent, powdered, or liquid - troubled, confused
And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air
That freshened from the window, these ascended 90
In fattening the prolonged candle-flames,
Flung their smoke into the laquearia,
Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling.
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the coloured stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
Above the antique mantel was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king
So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale 100
Filled all the desert with inviolable voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
"Jug Jug" to dirty ears.
And other withered stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
Footsteps shuffled on the stair.
Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Glowed into words, then would be savagely still. 110
"My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
"Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak.
"What are you Thinking of? What thinking? What?
"I never know what you are thinking. Think."
I think we are in rats' alley
Where the dead men lost their bones.
"What is that noise?"
The wind under the door.
"What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?"
Nothing again nothing. 120
"Do
"You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember
"Nothing?"
I remember
Those are pearls that were his eyes.
"Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?"
But
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag -
It's so elegant
So intelligent 130
"What shall I do now? What shall I do?"
I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street
"With my hair down, so. What shall we do to-morrow?
"What shall we ever do?"
The hot water at ten.
And if it rains, a closed car at four.
And we shall play a game of chess,
Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
When Lil's husband got demobbed, I said -
I didn't mince my words, I said to her myself, 140
HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
Now Albert's coming back, make yourself a bit smart.
He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
To get yourself some teeth. He did, I was there.
You have them all out, Lil, and get a nice set,
He said, I swear, I can't bear to look at you.
And no more can't I, I said, and think of poor Albert,
He's been in the army four years, he wants a good time,
And if you don't give it him, there's others will, I said.
Oh is there, she said. Something o' that, I said. 150
Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a straight look.
HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
If you don't like it you can get on with it, I said.
Others can pick and choose if you can't.
But if Albert makes off, it won't be for lack of telling.
You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique.
(And her only thirty-one.)
I can't help it, she said, pulling a long face,
It's them pills I took, to bring it off, she said.
(She's had five already, and nearly died of young George.) 160
The chemist said it would be alright, but I've never been the same.
You are a proper fool, I said.
Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,
What you get married for if you don't want children?
HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot -
HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
Goonight Bill. Goonight Lou. Goonight May. Goonight. 170
Ta ta. Goonight. Goonight.
Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night.
III. THE FIRE SERMON
The river's tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf
Clutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind
Crosses the brown land, unheard. The nymphs are departed.
Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.
The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends
Or other testimony of summer nights. The nymphs are departed.
And their friends, the loitering heirs of city directors; 180
Departed, have left no addresses.
By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept . . .
Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song,
Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long.
But at my back in a cold blast I hear
The rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear.
A rat crept softly through the vegetation
Dragging its slimy belly on the bank
While I was fishing in the dull canal
On a winter evening round behind the gashouse 190
Musing upon the king my brother's wreck
And on the king my father's death before him.
White bodies naked on the low damp ground
And bones cast in a little low dry garret,
Rattled by the rat's foot only, year to year.
But at my back from time to time I hear
The sound of horns and motors, which shall bring
Sweeney to Mrs. Porter in the spring.
O the moon shone bright on Mrs. Porter
And on her daughter 200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la coupole!
Twit twit twit
Jug jug jug jug jug jug
So rudely forc'd.
Tereu
Unreal City
Under the brown fog of a winter noon
Mr. Eugenides, the Smyrna merchant
Unshaven, with a pocket full of currants 210
C.i.f. London: documents at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel
Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.
At the violet hour, when the eyes and back
Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits
Like a taxi throbbing waiting,
I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,
Old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see
At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives 220
Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,
The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights
Her stove, and lays out food in tins.
Out of the window perilously spread
Her drying combinations touched by the sun's last rays,
On the divan are piled (at night her bed)
Stockings, slippers, camisoles, and stays.
I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest -
I too awaited the expected guest. 230
He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,
A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare,
One of the low on whom assurance sits
As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire.
The time is now propitious, as he guesses,
The meal is ended, she is bored and tired,
Endeavours to engage her in caresses
Which still are unreproved, if undesired.
Flushed and decided, he assaults at once;
Exploring hands encounter no defence; 240
His vanity requires no response,
And makes a welcome of indifference.
(And I Tiresias have foresuffered all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
And walked among the lowest of the dead.)
Bestows one final patronising kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit . . .
She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her departed lover; 250
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over."
When lovely woman stoops to folly and
Paces about her room again, alone,
She smoothes her hair with automatic hand,
And puts a record on the gramophone.
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen Victoria Street.
O City city, I can sometimes hear
Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street, 260
The pleasant whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from within
Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
Of Magnus Martyr hold
Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold.
The river sweats
Oil and tar
The barges drift
With the turning tide
Red sails 270
Wide
To leeward, swing on the heavy spar.
The barges wash
Drifting logs
Down Greenwich reach
Past the Isle of Dogs.
Weialala leia
Wallala leialala
Elizabeth and Leicester
Beating oars 280
The stern was formed
A gilded shell
Red and gold
The brisk swell
Rippled both shores
Southwest wind
Carried down stream
The peal of bells
White towers
Weialala leia 290
Wallala leialala
"Trams and dusty trees.
Highbury bore me. Richmond and Kew
Undid me. By Richmond I raised my knees
Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe."
"My feet are at Moorgate, and my heart
Under my feet. After the event
He wept. He promised 'a new start'.
I made no comment. What should I resent?"
"On Margate Sands. 300
I can connect
Nothing with nothing.
The broken fingernails of dirty hands.
My people humble people who expect
Nothing."
la la
To Carthage then I came
Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou pluckest me out
O Lord Thou pluckest 310
burning
IV. DEATH BY WATER
Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
A current under sea
Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
Entering the whirlpool.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, 320
Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
V. WHAT THE THUNDER SAID
After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience 330
Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water
Who is the third who walks always beside you? 360
When I count, there are only you and I together
But when I look ahead up the white road
There is always another one walking beside you
Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded
I do not know whether a man or a woman
- But who is that on the other side of you?
What is that sound high in the air
Murmur of maternal lamentation
Who are those hooded hordes swarming
Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth 370
Ringed by the flat horizon only
What is the city over the mountains
Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
Falling towers
Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
Vienna London
Unreal
A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light 380
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a blackened wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
In this decayed hole among the mountains
In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing
Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel
There is the empty chapel, only the wind's home.
It has no windows, and the door swings, 390
Dry bones can harm no one.
Only a cock stood on the rooftree
Co co rico co co rico
In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust
Bringing rain
Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves
Waited for rain, while the black clouds
Gathered far distant, over Himavant.
The jungle crouched, humped in silence.
Then spoke the thunder 400
DA
Datta: what have we given?
My friend, blood shaking my heart
The awful daring of a moment's surrender
Which an age of prudence can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed
Which is not to be found in our obituaries
Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider
Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
In our empty rooms 410
DA
Dayadhvam: I have heard the key
Turn in the door once and turn once only
We think of the key, each in his prison
Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison
Only at nightfall, aetherial rumours
Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
DA
Damyata: The boat responded
Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar 420
The sea was calm, your heart would have responded
Gaily, when invited, beating obedient
To controlling hands
I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?
London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down
Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina
Quando fiam ceu chelidon - O swallow swallow
Le Prince d'Aquitaine a la tour abolie 430
These fragments I have shored against my ruins
Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo's mad againe.
Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.
Shantih shantih shantih
7. 伍伍慧这位指弹演奏家水平如何?
指弹演奏家伍伍慧(satoshi gogo)1988年,日本大阪出生。12岁开始弹吉他。从14岁时起师从于岸部真明。Finger Picking Contest2004上获得最优秀奖、乐曲奖、Audience奖、AGM奖。
2005年2月 岸部真明Produce的首张迷你专辑『MELODY』发行。
之后,师从于古川忠义。
2005年9月 在美国Kansas州Winfield举行的「National Finger Picking Contest」出场。
2006年8月 古川忠义Produce的第2张迷你专辑『COLORS』发行。
出演多数TV・广播・杂志等媒体活动。
另外也作为TV节目后台音乐而被使用等并在FM爱知担任个性节目。
chageandaska的专辑『DOUBLE』收录的 「36度线-1995夏-album ver.」作为吉他而参加。
其存在感的吉他音色得到了CHAGE and ASKA的最好的赞美。
并且有来自行业有关人员以及著名音乐工作者的评价、而注目高涨。
现在、以大阪・名古屋・东京为中心展开演出活动。
专辑介绍
05年《Melody》
1.one more summer
2.泣きむし
3.お月さま
4.DAIMAJIN 5.またあした
06年《Colors》
1.New Days
2.太阳
3.ウキウキ
4.Ambition
5.ほしなき
6.今夜、梦の中で
11年《SONGS IN POCKET》
1.モ�ニングタウン
2.风と自�车
3.さよなら太阳
4.L-O-V-E
5.ジャ�ニ�
6.Luna Lullaby
7.Romantica
8.都
9.大空
10.Sailing
11.あの日の�り道
12.Relay of melodies
11年《Chapter Ⅰ》
1.Loco Moco
2.Brand NewHour
3.Thinking About You In The Rain
4.Somewhere Over The Rainbow
5.Rasgueado
6.めばえ
7.I Want You Back
8.Moon Desire
12年《DROPS-blooming flavor》
1 Skyline
2 Wake Me Up Before You Go Go
3君とhumming
4 �书室のワルツ
5幸せの散�道
6 Endless Summer
7 Alright!
8 Milky Way
9 Libertango
10 想い出。
伍伍慧的编曲很精致,音符之间,乐句之间充满了设计感,但听起来不费力,不炸耳。个人认为伍伍慧的曲子如果放在日本同一时期的指弹吉他家中,非常具有辨识度。
伍伍慧的很多曲子充满了古典味道,具体来说,和声走的漂亮,对位准确,并非简单的堆砌低音,例如Romantica ,heart等,伍伍慧还善于运用圆滑音技巧右手挑勾等来修饰旋律,而且往往是最不可思议的点,几乎所有的空拍,都被安排了大量的技巧且处理的很细腻,丰富了多声部的宽度,例如bluebird,约束的海,编曲上是值得练习和深入探究的曲子,想弹好不简单。伍伍慧的慢曲子比较多,和大多数优秀的指弹吉他家一样,这类曲子充满了情感,音色也很干净,旋律抓耳。当然还有autumn leaves这样风格明显的曲子,即兴成分明显,只是他的爵士水平的冰山一角,期待他更多此类风格的曲子。
近来很是着迷这首autumn leaves,切分节奏让人欲罢不能
伍伍慧是我喜欢的指弹家,没有之一。具体编曲技术等方面的我不敢妄加评论,不过我看过一个说法感觉说的很到位:你去听随便一位指弹家的曲子,至少有三分之一是你听不惯的或不觉得好听的,不过伍伍慧的曲子里任何一首只要你去认真听,都会觉得好听~
他的曲子与其他的指弹家相比更注重旋律,我这种不喜欢“咣咣咣”的pm等技巧的最喜欢练他的曲子了,而且很少有特殊调弦,有的静谧有的欢快有的暴烈,每一首弹着都非常舒心~当然他的曲子都很难,基本没有一首简单的……
聆听他的作品时
你总会怀疑自己在听古典专辑
老练成熟的Bassline
轻快清新的旋律、动感的节奏
2005年发行了首张迷你专辑『MELODY』
2006年发行第2张迷你专辑『COLORS』
那么年轻就发行专辑的人
在世上并不多见
他不认为自己的风格已经定型
还在尝试别人没有在做的事情
一直认真领悟自己喜欢的东西
形成自己的风格
他是指弹界后起之秀伍伍慧
伍伍慧的作品融合了流行爵士、传统美式、日式柔情,并能慢慢形成个人风格的日本指弹吉他手中,小伍应该算是先行者了。
伍伍慧的原创作品中,除了融合美式、爵士,还有很多欧美经典老歌的精彩改编,不常听欧美音乐的琴友也许不知道,小伍专辑中的〈Can’t Buy Me Love〉、〈When I’m 64〉是Beatles乐队的经典歌曲,亲临过现场乐迷也表示非常喜欢他弹奏JAZZ。
伍伍慧的很多曲子充满了古典味道, 和声走的漂亮,对位准确。 善于运用圆滑音技巧右手挑勾等来修饰旋律。他的曲子与其他的指弹家相比更注重旋律,而且很少有特殊调弦。 有的静谧有的欢快有的暴烈。 每一首弹着都非常舒心。
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