| 分类: 我们都不是水果了 |
如果我没有猜错的话,就是这首,这首反反复复在村上的小说里出现,而且被用来作为小说的名字穿越时间隧道的歌曲。明快的吉他象丝带一样缠绕着音符,情景应该是这样的:一个中年男人,有着性感的手指和前额,在自家的门廊木椅上,下午四点半倾斜的阳光,脚边是散落的旧画册和老相片,一把臀部有个缺口的吉他,自弹自唱。
20岁的时候,总会遇到一些人,经过一些人,在生命中刻下水仙花那样瓣形的印记。一些刺痛,一些怀念,真实地让人不愿相信,我们以不同的方式收起,夜里温习,象是多年以后卷起袖子看臂上粉红的伤痕,所不能忘的,与其说是某个特定的人,不如说是自己,那个时候,新鲜而脆薄的自己。
我们都曾到过挪威的森林,然后或早(象直子)或晚(象渡边)的离开。有一天闻到松香,会握紧另一对十指,微笑出来。
Norweigan
I once had a
girl
or should I say
she once had me
She showed me her
room
Isn't it good
Norweigan wood
She asked me to
stay
and
told me to sit
anywhere
So I looked
around
and
I saw there
wasn't any chair
I sat on a rug
biding my
time
drinkying her
wine 品着她的葡萄酒
等着时机的到来
We talked until
two and she said
it was time for
bed 之后她说 睡吧?
{guitar-hamonica]
She told me she
worked in the morning她告诉我她得上早班
and she started
to laugh 随即笑了笑
I told her
I didn't
and
crawled off to
the bath 然后慢条斯理地走去浴室
And when I awoke
I was
alone
and the bird had
flown
So I lit a
fire
Isn't it good Norweigan wood 在这挪威的森林
这首歌所写的,不过是一个年少的梦境,在模糊的发生里,记得清晰的还是挪威的森林---这个我们曾经的居住,曾经的天真,曾经的守望,曾经的伤情---平淡的人在特定的年纪,隆重地发生...


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