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        除了新手的验证贴,第一次发贴!不知道能不能发贴成功,请斑竹们予以指教!         最近朋友们都很怪:粗口,孤独症,死亡音乐,非主流的飞与不飞,我的决心放弃和寒冷...总之混乱加莫名其妙!  被朋友狠狠笑话最近在听的歌,所以朋友在他自己博客里粘贴了这首歌,作为对我听歌的鄙视和对我的提升.哈哈,谢谢啊!鄙视我品位的朋友!        先介绍歌者
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        Nick Cave的歌声好像一把上了锈的匕首，在插入心脏的时候让你感觉加倍痛苦.        大多数NICK CAVE的歌迷心中，最喜爱的无疑是1996年的“MURDER BALLADS”（谋杀歌谣），10首歌曲演绎了一幕幕人间惨剧，刻化出一个个扭曲的灵魂……这首歌就出自在其中，Nick Cave与P.J.Harvey合唱.忧郁的声音唱着平淡的歌词，主奏的背景钢琴和弦乐恣意的渗透着肃杀的气氛，阴暗恐怖，仿佛每一颗音符都深入灵魂深处，甚至透过我们的骨....        恬美的绿地只存在记忆里,那里有心爱的女孩等你回家;而真正陪伴你的,只有哭嚎的风和等待见证死亡的小鸟.....   
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   杀人民谣之《Henry Lee》  Henry Lee　亨利·李   Get down, get down, little Henry Lee　躺下吧，躺下吧，我的小亨利·李  And stay all night with me　与我整夜呆在一起  You won't find a girl in this damn world　在这个受诅咒的世界里，你再也不会找到一个女孩  That will compare with me　　可以与我相比  And the wind did howl and the wind did blow　风在吹，风在吹  La la la la la　　啦啦啦......  La la la la lee　啦啦啦......  A little bird lit down on Henry Lee　一只小鸟落在了亨利·李身上   I can't get down and I won't get down　我不能躺下啊，我也不愿躺下  And stay all night with thee　并且与你整夜呆在一起  For the girl I have in that merry green land　因为那个曾与我一起在绿草地上嬉戏的女孩  I love far better than thee　　我爱她胜过爱你  And the wind did howl and the wind did blow　风在吹，风在吹  La la la la la　啦啦啦......  La la la la lee　啦啦啦......  A little bird lit down on Henry Lee　一只小鸟落在了亨利·李身上   She leaned herself against a french　她倚靠在那个法国人身上  Just for a kiss or two　只是为了给他一两个吻  And with a little pen-knife held in her hand　她的手里握着一把小刀  She plugged him through and through　她捅了他一刀又一刀  And the wind did roar and the wind did moan　风在吼，风在吼  La la la la la　啦啦啦......  La la la la lee　啦啦啦......  A little bird lit down on Henry Lee　一只小鸟落在了亨利·李身上   Come take him by his lilly-white hands　来吧，抬起他那百合般惨白的手  Come take him by his feet　来吧，抬起他的双脚  And throw him in this deep deep well　把他那扔进深深的水井  Which is more than one hundred feet　水井足有一百多英尺深  And the wind did howl and the wind did blow　风在吼，风在吼  La la la la la　啦啦啦......  La la la la lee　啦啦啦......  A little bird lit down on Henry Lee　一只小鸟落在了亨利·李身上   Lie there, lie there, little Henry Lee　躺在那儿吧，躺在那儿吧，我的小亨利·李  Till the flesh drops from your bones　直到肉体从你那白骨上脱离  For the girl you have in that merry green land　那个曾与你一起在绿草地上嬉戏的女孩  Can wait forever for you to come home　将会永远等待着你归来  And the wind did howl and the wind did moan　风在吼，风在吼  La la la la la　啦啦啦......  La la la la lee　啦啦啦......  A little bird lit down on Henry Lee　一只小鸟落在了亨利·李身上[ 此贴被没落贵族-118在2008-05-17 01:56重新编辑 ]
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mp5之家

这大半夜听这首歌还真有点怕人呢。。。呵呵 阴郁诡异是我对这首歌的一贯印象 忘了是几年前听到了，多年未听了。。。 感觉杀人程度和那首莎拉布莱曼的黑色星期五有一拼。。。 不能继续听了 赶紧睡了 不洗了 厕所挺黑的==
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按LZ你的意思是……贴这首歌就不会被鄙视啊……不好意  思，仍然很鄙视，换点新鲜的行吧？……呜呜……喜欢PJ哈维……不是鄙视你哦，我没那么坏的，还是要鼓励一下！！！   呵呵，开玩笑的，一直很喜欢这位歌特王子，其实偶觉得他长得挺特别的，和坏种子的配合也挺好的，只不过大家太注重他的三首歌了（亨利·李 Into my arms 野玫瑰），其实他的好歌多了去了，也不知道这三首对他来说是不是一种悲哀啊……同学都习惯称他为“尼克·凯夫三尸（世）”，呵呵，把令两具尸贴出来共赏……陈尸了，大家不要骂哦，会心一笑而过吧……   Where The Wild Roses Grow They call me The Wild Rose  But my name was Elisa Day  Why they call me it I do not know  For my name was Elisa Day   From the first day I saw I knew she was the one  As she stared in my eyes and smiled  For her lips were the colour of the roses  That grew down the river, all bloody and wild   When he knocked on my door and entered the room  My trembling subsided in his sure embrace  He would be my first man, and with a careful hand  He wiped at the tears that ran down my face   They call me The Wild Rose  But my name was Elisa Day  Why they call me it I do not know  For my name was Elisa Day   On the second day I brought her a flower  She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen  I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow  So sweet and scarlet and free?"   On the second day he came with a single red rose  Said: "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?"  I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed  He said, "If I show you the roses will you follow?"   He call me The Wild Rose  But my name was Elisa Day  Why He call me it I do not know  For my name was Elisa Day   On the third day he took me to the river  He showed me the roses and we kissed  And the last thing I heard was a muttered word  As he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist   On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow  And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief  As I kissed her goodbye, I said, "All beauty must die"  And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth   They call me The Wild Rose  But my name was Elisa Day  Why they call me it I do not know  For my name was Elisa Day  Into my arms I don't believe in an interventionist God  But I know, darling, that you do  But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him  Not to intervene when it came to you  Oh, not to touch a hair on your head  To leave you as you are  If He felt He had to direct you  And direct you into my arms   Into my arms, O Lord  Into my arms, O Lord  Into my arms, O Lord  Into my arms   And I don't believe in the existence of angels  But looking at you I wonder if that's true  But if I did I would summon them together  And ask them to watch over you  Well, to each burn a candle for you  To make bright and clear your path  And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love  And guide you into my arms   Into my arms, O Lord  Into my arms, O Lord  Into my arms, O Lord  Into my arms   But I believe in love  And I know that you do too  And I believe in some kind of path  That we can walk down, me and you  So would keep your candles burning  Make her journey bright and pure  That she will keep returning  Always and evermore   Into my arms, O Lord  Into my arms, O Lord  Into my arms, O Lord  Into my arms[ 此贴被kinfer在2008-05-17 08:27重新编辑 ]