Leslie

亚青――或许和色达比较,过于低调,那是不争。

敢为巴西:

Tori Amos是我从初中起就喜欢的歌手,多少年过去了,一直留在身边的还是她的第一张专辑《Little Earthquake》。有一年半夜在从伦敦回北方的火车上,听着她的歌写日记,不知怎的突然崩溃哽咽到握不住笔。尽管当时用卫衣上的兜帽遮了脸捂住嘴,却还是被坐在走道另一侧的好心大叔看出端倪。大叔安静起身离开车厢,回来时拿了热茶跟个头超大的巧克力曲奇放在我旁边座位的小桌板上。他就那么隔着走道跟小桌板,俯下身压低声音同我讲:It's okay, love. It'll pass. It'll all be alright。

China, all the way to Britain. It turned out that things worked out just fine for me. 大叔真是个聪明人。


China, all the way to New York
I can feel the distance getting close
You're right next to me
But I need an airplane
I can feel the distance as you breathe

Sometimes I think you want me to touch you
How can I when you build a Great Wall around you
In your eyes I saw a future together
You just look away in the distance

China, decorates our table
Funny how the cracks don't seem to show
Pour the wine dear
You say we'll take a holiday
But we never can agree on where to go

Sometimes I think you want me to touch you
How can I when you build a Great Wall around you
In your eyes I saw a future together
You just look away in the distance

China, all the way to New York
Maybe you got lost in Mexico
You're right next to me
I think that you can hear me
Funny how the distance learns to grow

Sometimes I think you want me to touch you
How can I when you build a Great Wall around you

I can feel the distance
I can feel the distance
I can feel the distance getting close 

敢为巴西:

Tell me tomorrow, I'll wait by the window for you
I'll wait by the big house for you
I'll wait by the squeeze box for you
I'll wait by your dresses for you

敢为巴西:

There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain goes on and on.
Empty chairs at empty tables
Now my friends are dead and gone.

Here they talked of revolution.
Here it was they lit the flame.
Here they sang about 'tomorrow'
And tomorrow never came.

From the table in the corner
They could see a world reborn
And they rose with voices ringing
I can hear them now!
The very words that they had sung
Became their last communion
On this lonely barricade at dawn.

Oh my friends, my friends forgive me

That I live and you are gone.
There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain goes on and on.

Phantom faces at the window.
Phantom shadows on the floor.
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will meet no more.

Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me
What your sacrifice was for
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will sing no more