因为学唱一首《streets of London》
[s:14]愈发觉得 sinead o'connor 的声音有魅力。。
1.A perfect Indian.
耳熟能详的一首歌。O'connor仿佛躲藏在一个木匣子里,用她的指尖划着从缝隙里穿过的光线.也许愈是在狭窄,不见五指的空间,想象的能力就愈强.完美的印第安人,她的眼里藏着一片海洋.听着她的喃喃自语,我总是想起捉迷藏的游戏,像是"嵌"在柜子里的小女孩,蜷缩着身体,眼里没有畏惧.
A Perfect Indian is he
Remembering him life is sweet
Like a weeping willow
His face on my pillow
Comes to me still in my dreams
And there I saw a young baby
A beautiful daughter was she
A face from a painting
Red cheeks and teeth aching
Her eyes like a wild Irish sea
On a table in her yellow dress
For a photograph feigned happiness
Why in my life is that the only time
That any of you will smile at me
I＇m sailing on this terrible ocean
I＇ve come for my self to retrieve
Too long have I been feeling like Lir＇s children
And there＇s only one way to be free
He＇s shy and he speaks quietly
He＇s gentle and he seems to me
Like the elf-arrow
His face worn and harrowed
Is he a daydreamer like me
...
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail,
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts,
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We＇re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
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