废墟上歌唱的女孩


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歌曲的演唱是来自英国的摇滚团体black box
recorder。歌声年轻、性感、甜腻、美好,思绪却阴郁、悲苦、冷漠,甚至歇斯底里。淡淡地映出我们自己的影子。
就这样看着时光肆无忌惮的流淌过去,那个扎着羊角辫的孩子,那些透着棒棒糖香气的夏日午后,那樱桃般绚烂绽放的莫名小花。霎那间,全都如水般侵入。
Black Box Recorder这个玩票性质的乐队,有些疲惫的爱恋,曾经缤纷的那段,只剩自言自语:girl singing in
the wreckage, girl singing in the
wreckage……为何无话可说,为何无话可答。男声在那里低低地回旋,在残骸上歌唱的女孩,这么温暖的旋律竟然还是可以让人想到绝望。
这种美得让人发抖的声音内部却深含了同样会让你发抖的怨毒与绝望。
John
唯美而保守的和弦吉它点弦与Sarah冷静得有些骇人,并默袭固守的嗓音所赋予的特性--
这是标准的英式情结,这是一部献于麻木魂灵的凄美的安魂曲。
对被现代物质破坏并扭曲的纯真精心布置的一次豪华的守丧。
朴素的节奏与灰黄的音乐框架贴合了音乐意识的核心与本质,它摇晃着诱惑了心底的悸动。
我们享受这美好的恍若隔世的倾诉,同时灵魂却似在下陷,如失事。
——music heaven 当年是这么说黑盒子记录器的这首歌的
Girl Singing in the Wreckage
Written by Haines
It's my primary instinct to protect the child
Girl singing in the wreckage
My dress is torn, my hair is wild
Girl singing in the wreckage
My first kiss, my early boyfriend
Girl singing in the wreckage
Wet weekends, new years eve parties
Girl singing in the wreckage
Chorus:
Hour after hour after hour (x2)
My 18th birthday, I'll die of boredom
Girl singing in the wreckage
My private world is smashed right open
Girl singing in the wreckage
My 1st trip, my expectations
I had a dream that it would end like this
No destiny, No destination
You hit the ground and then it stops
Hour after hour after hour (x2)
Hour after hour after hour (x2)
Hour after hour after hour (x2)
I miss my hometown, it's nothing special
Call my parents let them know I've arrived
My primary instinct is to protect the child
Send the postcard from the airport