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酩酊宁碎 July 12 Keanetheir bloody melancholy
Somewhere Only We Know
I walked across an empty land,
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand. I felt the earth beneath my feet, Sat by the river and it made me complete. Oh, simple thing, where have you gone? I'm getting old and I need something to rely on. So tell me when you're gonna let me in, I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin. I came across a fallen tree, I felt the branches; are they looking at me? Is this the place we used to love? Is this the place that I've been dreaming of? Oh, simple thing, where have you gone? I'm getting old and I need something to rely on. So tell me when you're gonna let me in, I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin. SO if you have a minute why don't we go, Talk about it somewhere only we know? This could be the end of everything. So why don't we go, somewhere only we know, Somewhere only we know. Oh, simple thing, where have you gone? I'm getting old and I need something to rely on. So, tell me when you gonna let me in, I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin. SO if you have a minute why don't we go, Talk about it somewhere only we know? This could be the end of everything. So why don't we go, so why don't we go, Hmmm yeahh, This could be the end of everything. So why don't we go, somewhere only we know, Somewhere only we know Somewhere only we know. by Keane
January 21 DT从来不懂金属的,自从老余介绍了这个团,去尝试了一番倒很适用。二十年前两三个伯克利音乐学校毕业却不走古典“正道”的青年组的乐队,如今Portnoy已是世界第一鼓神,Petrucci成了G3的常客,贝司和键盘手亦是各自领域的大师,不知道我们这些学生中有多少可以不走正道却志同道合玩出名堂的。可惜不能去北京看他们的现场。 Never Enough by Dream Theater Cut myself open wide Sacrifice my life What would you say What would you say December 22 HD595前些天把HD595这大耳机出了,卖家是室友的同学,一个初烧者,来寝室试听的时候不断称赞比他的PX200优秀,大赞其毒,跟着报出了些"专业"词语,那场景仿佛见到了几年前自己沉迷于声场 低频下潜 中频厚实 高频延伸 三频衔接 解析力这些名词时的痴狂模样.交割前忍不住再戴着听了顿饭一柱香功夫,久违的动圈耳机的清澈与空气感环绕在周围,瞬时有些不忍就这么出掉.其实并不急于出手,自己平时用过的东西即使堆满了房间也不愿意扔掉,此番兜售大概有看见耳机大家坛上一个帖子的缘故,帖子的名字:老爸跟我说,听音乐不会帮你找到工作.这话即使现在看都有些不屑,然而就这么促使我和595道别.虽然是低端耳机,也许595代表我一段一头钻入牛角的无尽之路,使了好大力气才能前进一段,譬如发烧...
眼不见595,就有了脱出牛角之日.终于可以舍弃些东西了,只要不是背弃就好.音乐仍可以继续听,就是万幸了.有趣的是,码到这里时,正好飘进一句歌词:衣也旧房子也旧一晃就是二十年,只有包长寿香烟一些老音乐.
P.S.老余,出了595多少有些对不住你,兄弟一定帮你找副听摇滚的,就像你代我找乔十四一样. November 24 12月都快了Linkin两首慢歌 My December This is my December Pushing me Away I've lied to you September 10 extreme waysExtreme ways are back again
Extreme places I didn't know I broke everything new again Everything that I'd owned I threw it out the windows, came along Extreme ways I know move apart The colors of my sea Perfect color me Extreme ways that that help me Help me out at night Extreme places I had gone But never seen any light Dirty basements, dirty noise Dirty places coming through Extreme worlds alone Did you ever like it planned I would stand in line for this There's always room in life for this Oh baby, oh baby Then it fell apart, fell apart Oh baby, oh baby Then it fell apart, it fell apart Oh baby, oh baby Then it fell apart, it fell apart Oh baby, oh baby Like it always does, always does Extreme songs that told me They helped me down every night I didn't have much to say I didn't get above the light I closed my eyes and closed myself And closed my world and never opened Up to anything That could get me along I had to close down everything I had to close down my mind Too many things to cover me Too much can make me blind I've seen so much in so many places So many heartaches, so many faces So many dirty things You couldn't believe I would stand in line for this It's always good in life for this Oh baby, oh baby Then it fell apart, fell apart Oh baby, oh baby Then it fell apart, it fell apart Oh baby, oh baby Then it fell apart, it fell apart Oh baby, oh baby Like it always does, always does by Moby September 03 Helmut Walcha作息时间还没调整过来却得早上爬起来听拖沓已久但仍摸不着门道的Java课,骑着日晒雨淋了一个暑假锈迹斑驳的二八老坦克中午从北区回寝室又折回光华楼,一个下午被拖堂得一腔戾气四点出楼倒碰上阴雨蒙蒙,本想等雨停了继续上老坦克回屋,不料一直碍在光华楼里到六点多尚不见雨歇,怒!遂吭哧吭哧冒雨赶回,到得南区食堂业已打烊,蜗登上五楼此时真是既困又乏且饿...随手挑了张唱片放放,是Walcha演奏的巴赫《赋格的艺术》 管风琴版,坐在新床位前犹如置身莱比锡大教堂中,冷峻却温暖 崇圣但近人的管风琴声绵绵浸入,精疲力竭消于无形,心情顿时平复,不由感慨Walcha术业之惊人!之前听了好多版赋格的艺术,Angela Hewitt和Koroliov的钢琴,Jordi Savall的古乐队,甚至是同为管风琴的Karl Richter,都无Walcha所带来的沁人肺腑。再想到Walcha自16岁就双目失明,真不知他是怎样在终生漆黑一片的世界里赤子般开创出自己的一片天地的,心底透明,当真是再恰当不过的形容了...
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