突然这么感慨，是今天晚上很偶然的听了一首Bob Dylan的老歌：Blowing in the wind；这首歌似乎挺有名的，看过电影《阿甘正传》的应该对这歌的前两句都很熟吧：
How many road must a man walk down，before you call him a man？
How many sea must a white dove sail，before she sleeps in the sand？
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一把吉它，配上Dylan苍老的声音，确实很让能让我的心绪飞到天边；老歌就是有老歌的魅力。听着听着，就想到了同样吉它声和弦的“Norwegian Wood”，来自Beatles，挺有意思的一首歌，每次听到开头那两句：I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me，我就觉得乐得不行；我也总是觉得最后几句：And when I awoke, I was alone, this bird had flown. So I lit a fire, isn't it good, norwegian wood. 非常有意思～美梦破灭，一把火就烧了昨天春宵的norwegian wood，嗯，有点英式电影的味道：） 不过我一直觉得这个翻译挺奇怪的，这个wood应该是指的一个小木屋，而不是森林吧，不知道其中是不是有什么典故。
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说到吉它，我除了上面这两首歌外，我还会想到Neil Young，这个老家伙的吉它弹得也是一约，虽然不像Babyface或Eric Clapton那么华丽，但非常有乡村的味道，配上他那乡土气息十足的声音，嗯，就像老酒一样醇香。特别喜欢他的“Harvest”专辑，里面的第首Out on the weekend，Harvest就是我MP3中常驻歌曲。
其实我觉得自己是不善于写歌评的，喜欢听歌，但真的想写点什么与大家分享，就会觉得词汇贫乏，尤其是形容词，也缺少一些小资情调，一些装“经”的元素；而且通常懒于上网收集歌曲背景什么的，所以听出的道道可能会与原唱者想表达的意思相差十万八千里～管它的，我听着舒心就行^_^
下面是歌词部分，好的歌词就像诗一样：
blowing in the wind
How many roads must a man walk down
Before they call him a man
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand
How many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind
How many years must a mountain exist
Before it is washed to the sea
How many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free
How many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn't see
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind
How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky
How many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry
How many deaths will it take
'Till he knows that too many people have died
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind
Norwegian Wood
I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me...
She showed me her room, isn't it good, norwegian wood?
She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere,
So I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair.
I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine.
We talked until two and then she said, "It's time for bed"
She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh.
I told her I didn't and crawled off to sleep in the bath
And when I awoke, I was alone, this bird had flown
So I lit a fire, isn't it good, norwegian wood.
Out On The Weekend
Think I'll pack it in
and buy a pick-up
Take it down to L.A.
Find a place to call my own
and try to fix up.
Start a brand new day.
The woman I'm thinking of,
she loved me all up
But I'm so down today
She's so fine, she's in my mind.
I hear her callin'.
See the lonely boy,
out on the weekend
Trying to make it pay.
Can't relate to joy,
he tries to speak and
Can't begin to say.
She got pictures on the wall,
they make me look up
From her big brass bed.
Now I'm running down the road
trying to stay up
Somewhere in her head.
The woman I'm thinking of,
she loved me all up
But I'm so down today
She's so fine she's in my mind.
I hear her callin'.
See the lonely boy,
out on the weekend
Trying to make it pay.
Can't relate to joy,
he tries to speak and
Can't begin to say.