游园梦惊时

            She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette

       She broke his heart he spent his whole life tryin' to forget

     We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time

   But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind

  Until the night……

她扑灭他的爱 像熄灭午夜尽头燃烧的烟蒂
她伤了他的心 成就他毕生难以释怀的伤痛
我们望着他 饮尽悲伤 一次一次 一点一滴
但他无法让自己 足够沉醉 以至将她遗忘
直到 那个夜晚……
　　
　　         He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger

           And finally drank away her memory

          Life is short but this time it was bigger

        Than the strength he had to get up off his knees

       We found him with his face down in the pillow

     With a note that said I'll love her till I die

    And when we buried him beneath the willow

  The angels sang a whiskey lullaby……

他端起酒瓶饮颈而下 并对着自己扣响了扳机
终于将属于她的记忆全部喝完
生命短暂 这一次却如此强大
超越了他仰赖着立足于世的力量
我们终于找到他 他却已将自己深深埋在枕头里
临别遗言 一纸短笺：我爱她直至生命结束
当我们将他下葬 合上了柳木棺盖
天使们唱起 威士忌安魂曲……
　　
         The rumors flew but nobody knew how much she blamed herself

        For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath

      She finally drank her pain away a little at a time

    But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind

  Until the night……

蓝色的船/文爱艺(译)

醉人的黎明已去
夜幕也将随之来临
仿佛旅行
在蓝色的船里闪烁

桅杆上升起的灯
如我们心灵的诗

桅杆上升起的灯
如我们心灵的诗语

The Blue Boat/Kathleen Jamie

How late the daylight edges
toward the northern night
as though journeying
in a blue boat, gilded in mussel shell

with, slung from its mast, a lantern
like our old idea of the soul

一颗沙中看出一个世界，
一朵花里看出一座天堂，
把无限放在你的手掌上，
把永恒在一刹那间收藏。

        
Auguries of Innocence/William Blake(1757-1827)

To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

蝴蝶/董继平(译)

那春天最初的蝴蝶
橘黄而紫红
轻快飞过我的路

一朵飞翔的花
改变着
日子的颜色

Butterfly/Michael Bullock 

The first butterfly of spring
orange and purple
flits across my path

A flying flower
that changes
the colour of my day

Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the word

Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where His feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day

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很多歌手都翻唱的一首老歌《morning has broken》，歌词是英国Eleanor Farjeon的一首诗。

背景是Diana krall & Art Garfunkel合唱的JAZZ版，这个版本是我认为除原唱Cat stevens外最好的。

New Age 领域的一些音乐人也将此曲曾收录过在作品之中，个人对于Phil Coulter的比较衷情，旋律中流露出了黎明活跃轻快的气息，很有他那曲the yellow rose of  texas的感觉。

曾几何时，
摇滚青年无奈后变成了西装男,
卷毛女叹息中挽了个太婆髻，
年龄在嘀声后留在reception那里.

Phoebe还依然在脑中开始她的Central Park青蛙跑．


卷毛女的由来
1st name present of 卷毛头,
comment:这个名字让我想起某种狮子狗！改！
account servicing了很久,
很讨巧得让客户给方向，
feedback:就＂卷毛女＂吧！
ＤＯＮＥ！叹一计..........

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