今天是星期天,MSN上有个朋友LUKE 说他在听歌,并告诉我一个网站可以搜索到很多歌曲,hotel california 是我***爱的一首歌。 没错的,音乐可以让你记起很久以前的事情,这个很久就是在你经常听这首曲子的时候你正在面对的,或者是你正在思考着的事情。时隔多年,当我翻听高中喜欢的歌曲的时候,我清楚地感觉到从歌曲中流露出曾经的点滴。就像我在前面说的“音乐随感觉,感觉作用音乐。心思跟随音乐,心思作用音乐,才会有新的感受。我为你存在,你作用于我,对于生活,我就有了新的感受!”我要把对你的思念带入歌儿,我希望在我无法控制对你的思念的时候,歌儿会把你带给我。 现在,我怀着刚认识你时的心情,回忆着我们之间的私语,聆听着《Hotel California》,一遍又一遍,我相信此刻这首歌中已经默默地融入了我属于你的那部分灵魂。 再次聆听,灵魂他开始召唤我:你还记得吗?你们是怎样认识的?你们的私语还记得吗?还记得她是怎么爱你的吗?还记得你们的承诺吗?还记得… …? 多年以后聆听呢?茶越冲越淡,失去了曾经的清香,照片有退色的时候,失去了曾经的色彩。那音乐呢!?我再也找不到用什么更好方式来记录我对你的思念,音乐是***的方式。也许有一天我们坐在同一张沙发上,肩并肩的走在大街上,突然听到我寄托对你的思念的歌儿冲入我的耳朵,那会是种什么样的感觉呢?是不是会重归童年,是不是会把爱的分量加重?我想那时我***想的莫过是紧紧地抱住你,所以当以后我突然抱住你的时候,请你不要诧异,那是我对你的爱又更加进一层的表达。 也许我把寄托对你思念的歌曲放到网络上你会有一天听到看到,听得时候能看到我写的文字,那你是否同样会把你的那部分灵魂也融入这首歌呢!我想会的,因为那里已经有了我的灵魂,少了你那是一种残缺。也许,也许有一天,你在世界的这一头,我再世界的另一头,同时听到这首歌,我们是不是会感到彼此相靠?我不希望你孤单,在我不在的时候,有包含我灵魂的音乐陪伴你,那也将是我的一种欣慰吧!希望吧!希望有一天你能看到我写的,希望有一天你能听到我的灵魂带给你的歌儿。 思念之情,无法用语言表达,请聆听---Hotel California hotel california On a dark desert highway cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night There she stood in the doorway I heard the mission bell And I was thinking to myself ’This could be Heaven or this could be Hell’ Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way There were voices down the corridor I thought I heard them say... Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place Such a lovely face Plenty of room at the Hotel California Any time of year, you can find it here Her mind is Tiffany- twisted, she got the Mercedes bends She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat Some dance to remember, some dance to forget So I called up the Captain, ’Please bring me my wine’ He said,’We haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’ And still those voices are calling from far away, Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say... Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place Such a lovely face They livin’ it up at the Hotel California What a nice surprise, bring your alibis Mirrors on the ceiling, The pink champagne on ice And she said ’We are all just prisoners here, of our own device’ And in the master’s chambers, They gathered for the feast The stab it with their steely knives, But they just can’t kill the beast Last thing I remember, I was Running for the door I had to find the passage back To the place I was before ’Relax,’said the night man, We are programmed to receive. You can checkout any time you like, but you can never leave
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