Catherine的音乐

What is love? Love is just bacause you make me smile. You make me smile like the sun ,fall out of bed ,sing like bird ,dizzy in my head .Spin like a record ,crazy on a Sunday night .You make me dance like a fool ,forget how to breathe .Shine like gold ,buzz like a bee .Just the thought of you can drive me wild. ~~~

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第一次听到红雪莲，当时正在看山楂树，仿佛声音和文字就这么跨越时空的相遇了，一样干净的情感，一样酸涩的结局。 昨晚的北京不眠夜请到山谷里的居民做客，朦胧中断续的几首红布绿花朵，早起天开始飘雪，温吞的早餐后淋着雪花，睫毛时而有雪片落上，眼前就更显得暧昧缱绻。 没有装饰，没有撕心裂肺，比起时常倾听的华丽内容，这才是如雪般的干净。 唱生活，生活哪如歌。

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1. OVERTURE 2. PROLOGUE: JELLICLE SONGS FOR JELLICLE CATS Are you blind when you're born? Can you see in the dark? Dare you look at a king? Would you sit on his throne? Can you say of your bite that it's worse than your bark? Are you cock of the wall when you're walking alone? Because Jellicles are and Jellicles do Jellicles do and Jellicles would Jellicles would and Jellicles can Jellicles can and Jellicles do When you fall on your head do you land on your feet? Are you tense when you sense there's a storm in the air? Can you find your way blind when you're lost in the street? Do you know how to go to the heaviside layer? Because Jellicles can and Jellicles do Jellicles do and Jellicles can Jellicles can and Jellicles do Jellicles do and Jellicles can Jellicles can and Jellicles do Can you ride on a broomstick to places far distant? Familiar with candle, with book and with bell? Were you Wittington's friend? The pied piper's assistant? Have you been a alumnus of heaven and hell? Are you mean like a minx? Are you lean like a lynx? Are you keen to be seen when you're smelling a rat? Were you there when the Pharoah's commisioned the Sphinx? If you were, and you are, you're a Jellicle cat Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats We can dive through the air like a flying trapeze We can turn doublr somersaults, bounce on a tire We can run up a wall, we can swing through the trees We can balance on bars, we can walk on a wire Jellicles can and Jellicles do Jellicles can and Jellicles do Jellicles can and Jellicles do Jellicles can and Jellicles do Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats Can you sing at one time in more than one key Duets by Rossini and waltzes by Strauss And can you (as cats do) begin with a 'C' That always triumphantly brings down the house? Jellicle cats are queen of the nights Singing at astronomical heights Handling pieces from the messiah, Hallelujah, angelical choir The mystical divinity of unashamed felinity Life to the everlasting cat! Feline, fearless, faithfull and true To others who do-what Jellicles do and Jellicles can Jellicles can and Jellicles do Jellicle cats sing Jellicle chants Jellicle old and Jellicles new Jellicle song and Jellicle dance Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats Practical cats, dramatical cats Pragmatical cats, fanatical cats Oratorical cats, delphicoracle cats Skeptical cats, dispeptical cats Romantical cats, pedantical cats Critical cats, parasitical cats Allegorical cats, metaphorical cats Statistical cats, mystical cats Political cats, hypocritical cats Clerical cats, hysterical cats Cynical cats, rabbinical cats Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats There's a man over there with a look of surprise As much as to say well now, how about that? Do I actually see with my own very eyes A man who's not heard of a Jellicle cat? What's a Jellicle cat? What's a Jellicle cat? 3. THE NAMING OF CATS The naming of cats is a difficult matter, It isn抰 just one of your holiday games You may think at first I抦 as mad as a hatter When I tell you a cat must have three different names First of all, there抯 the name that the family use daily Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James, Such as a Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey -- All of them sensible, everyday names. There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter Some for the gentleman, some for the dames Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter-- But all of them sensible everyday names But I tell you a cat needs a name that抯 particular A name that抯 peculiar, and more dignified Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride? Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum?Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo or Coricopat Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum-- Names that never belong to more than one cat But above and beyond there抯 still one name left over And that is the name that you never will guess; The name that no human research can recover But the cat himself knows, and will never confess When you notice a cat in profound meditation The reason, I tell you, is always the same: His mind is enraged in a rapt contemplation Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name His ineffable, effable, effinineffible Deep and instructable singular name Name, name, name, name, name, name 4. THE INVITATION TO THE JELLICLE BALL Jellicle cats come out tonight Jellicle cats come one come all The Jellicle moon is shining bright Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball. Jellicle cats come out tonight, Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball. Jellicle cats come out tonight Jellicle cats come one come all The Jellicle moon is shining bright Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball. Jellicle cats come out tonight Jellicle cats come one come all The Jellicle moon is shining bright Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball. Jellicle cats meet once a year At the Jellicle Ball where we all rejoice And the Jellicle leader will soon appear And make what is known as the Jellicle choice That抯 when old Deuteronomy just before dawn Through a silence you feel you could cut with a knife Announces the cat who can now be reborn And come back to a different Jellicle life. Because laying up there is the heaviside layer With wonders one Jellicle only will see Jellicle ask because Jellicles dare Who will it be? 5. THE OLD GUMBIE CAT I have a Gumbie cat in my mind, her name is Jennyanydots, Her coat is of the Tabby kind with tiger stripes and leopard spots All day she sits beneath the stairs or on the steps or on the mat She sits and sits and sits and sits and that抯 what makes a Gumbie cat That抯 what makes a Gumbie cat But... When the days hustle and bustle is done Then the Gumbie抯 work is hardly but begun And when all the family抯 in bed and asleep She tucks up her skirts to the basement to creep She is deeply concerned of the ways of the mice Their behavior抯 not good and their manners not nice So when she got them lined up on the matting She teaches them music, crocheting and tatting I have a Gumbie cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots, The curtain cord she likes to wind and tie it into sailor knots She sits upon the windowsill, or anything that抯 smooth and flat She sits and sits and sits and sits and that抯 what makes a Gumbie cat That抯 what makes a Gumbie cat But.. When the days hustle and bustle is done Then the Gumbie's work is hardly but begun She thinks that the cockroaches need employment To prevent them from idle and wanton destroyment So she's formed from that lot of disorderly louts A troop of well disciplined helpful boy scouts With a purpose in life and a good deed to do And she's even created a beetles tattoo! For she's a jolly good fellow! Thank you my dears 6. THE RUM TUM TUGGER The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat If you offer me pheasant I'd rather have grouse If you put me in a house I would much prefer a flat If you put me in a flat I'd rather have a house If you set me on a mouse the I only want a rat If you set me on a rat I'd rather chase a mouse The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat And there isn't any need for me to shout it For he will do as he do do And there抯 no doing anything about it The Rum Tum Tugger is a terrible bore When you let me in, then I want to go out I'm always on the wrong side of every door And as soon as I'm home, I'd like to get about I like to lie in the Bureau Drawer And I make such a fuss if I can't get out The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat And there isn抰 any need for you to doubt it For he will do as he do do And there抯 no doing anything about it The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious beast My disobliging ways are a matter of habit If you offer me fish then I always want a feast When there isn抰 any fish then I won抰 eat rabbit If you offer me cream then I sniff and sneer For I only like what I find for myself So you抣l catch me in it right up to my ears If you put it away on the larder shelf The Rum Tum Tugger is artful and knowing The Tum Tum Tugger Doesn抰 care for a cuddle But I抣l leap upon your lap in the middle of your sewing For there抯 nothing I enjoy like a horrible muddle The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat The Tum Tum Tugger doesn抰 care for a cuddle The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat And there isn抰 any need for me to spout it For he will do as he do do And there抯 no doing anything abou--t it! 7. GRIZABELLA, THE GLAMOUR CAT Remark the cat who hesitates toward you In the light of the door which opens on her like a grin You see the border of her coat is torn and stained with sand And you see the corner of her eye twist like a crooked pin She haunted many a low resort near the grimy road of Tottnham Court She flitted about the no-man抯 land From 搕he rising sun?to 搕he friend at hand?And the postman sighed as he scratched his head 揧ou really had thought she ought to be dead?And who would ever suppose that that was Grizabella the glamour cat Grizabella the glamour cat, Grizabella the glamour cat Who would ever suppose that that was Grizabella the glamour cat 8. BUSTOPHER JONES Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones In fact, he's remarkably fat He doesn't haunt pubs, he has eight or nine clubs For he's the Saint James's Street cat! He's the cat we all greet as he walks down the street In his coat of fastidious black No common-place mousers have such well cut trousers Or such an impeccable back In the whole of St. James's the smartest of names is The name of this Brummell of cats And we're all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to By Bustopher Jones in white spats My visits are occasional to the senior educational And it is against the rules For any one cat to belong both to that And the joint superior schools When I'm seen in a hurry there's probably curry At the Siamese or at the glutton When I look full of gloom then I've lunched at the tomb On cabbage, rice pudding and mutton In the whole of St. James's the smartest of names is The name of this Brummell of cats And we're all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to By Bustopher Jones in white spats So much in this way passes Bustopher's day At one club or another he's found It can be no surprise that under our eyes He has grown unmistakably round He's a twenty-five pounder or I am a bounder And he's putting on weight every day But I'm so well preserved because I've observed All my life a routine and I'd say I am still in my prime, I shall last out my time That's the word from this stoutest of cats It must and it shall be spring in Pall Mall While Bustopher Jones wears white Bustopher Jones wears white Bustopher Jones wears white spats 9. MUNGOJERRIE AND RUMPLETEAZER Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer were a notorious couple of cats As knockabout clowns, quick change comedians Tight-rope walkers and acrobats They had an extensive reputation Made their home in Victoria Grove That was merely their center of operation For they were incurable given to rove If the area window was found ajar And the basement looked like a field of war If a tile or two came loose on the roof Which presently ceased to be waterproof If the drawers were pulled out from the bedroom chests And you couldn't find one of your winter vests Or after supper one of the girls Suddenly missed her Woolworth pearls Then the family would say, "It's that horrible cat!" It was Mungojerrie or Rumpleteazer And most of the time they left it at that Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer had an unusual gift of gab They were highly efficient cat burgulars As well and remarkably smart at a smash and grab They made their home in Victoria Grove They had no regular occupation They were plausible fellows who liked to engage A friendly policeman in conversation When the family assembled for Sunday dinner Their minds made up that they wouldn't get thinner on Argentine joint, potatoes and greens Then the cook would appear from behind the scenes And say in a voice that was broken with sorrow "I'm afraid you must wait and have dinner tomorrow The joint has gone from the oven like that!" Then the family would say, "It's that horrible cat!" It was Mungojerrie or Rumpleteazer And most of the time they left it at that Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer had a wonderful way Of working together And some of the time you would say it was luck And some of the time you would say it was weather They'd go through the house like a hurricane And no sober person could take his oath Was it Mungojerrie or Rumpleteazer? Or could you have sworn that it might be both? When you heard a dining room smash Or up from the pantry there came a loud crash Or down from the library came a loud ping From a vase which was commonly said to be Ming Then the family would say: "Now which was which cat?" It was Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer And there's nothing at all to be done about that! 10. OLD DEUTERONOMY I believe it is Old Deuteronomy Well of all things can it be really? No. Yes. Ho. Hi. Oh my eye! My mind may be wandering but I confess I believe it is Old Deuteronomy Old Deuteronomy's lived a long time He's a cat who has lived many lives in succession He was famous in proverb and famous in rhyme A long while before Queen Victoria's accession Old Deuteronomy's buried nine lives And more I am tempted to say ninety-nine And his numerous progeny prospers and thrives And the village is proud of him in his decline At the sight of that placid and bland physiognomy When he sits in the sun on the vicarage wall The oldest inhabitant croaks Well of all things can it be really? No. Yes. Ho. Hi. Oh my eye! My mind may be wandering but I confess I believe it is Old Deuteronomy Well of all things can it be really? No. Yes. Ho. Hi. Oh my eye! My mind may be wandering but I confess I believe it is Old Deuteronomy Well of all things can it be really? No. Yes. Ho. Hi. Oh my eye! My mind may be wandering but I confess I believe it is Old Deuteronomy Well of all things can it be really? No. Yes. Ho. Hi. Oh my eye! My legs may be tottery, I must go slow And be careful of Old Deuteronomy 11. THE JELLICLE BALL Jellicle cats come out tonight Jellicle cats come one, come all The Jellicle moon is shining bright Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball Jellicle cats are black and white Jellicle cats are rather small Jellicle cats are merry and bright And pleasant to hear when we caterwaul Jellicle cats have cheerful faces Jellicle cats have bright black eyes We like to practice our airs and graces And wait for the jellicle moon to rise Jellicle cats develop slowly Jellicle cats are not too big Jellicle cats are roly poly We know how to dance a gavotte and a jig Until the Jellicle moon appears We make our toilette and take our repose Jellicles wash behind their ears Jellicles dry between their toes Jellicle cats are black and white Jellicle cats are of moderate size Jellicles jump like a jumping jack Jellicle cats have moonlit eyes We're quiet enough in the morning hours We're quiet enough in the afternoon Reserving our terpsichorean powers To dance by the light of the Jellicle moon Jellicle cats are black and white Jellicle cats (as we said) are small If it happens to be a stormy night We will practice a caper or two in the hall If it happens the sun is shining bright You would say we had nothing to do at all We are resting and saving ourselves to be right For the Jellicle moon and the Jellicle Ball Jellicle cats come out tonight Jellicle cats come one, come all The Jellicle moon is shining bright Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball 12. GRIZABELLA You see the border of her coat is torn and stained with sand And you see the corner of her eye twist like a crooked pin Silence. Not a sound from the pavement Has the moon lost her memory? She is smiling alone In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet And the wind begins to moan Every street lamp seems to beat a fatalistic warning Someone mutters and the streetlamp gutters And soon it will be morning Memory. All alone in the moonlight I can smile at the old days I was beautiful then I remember the time I knew what happiness was Let the memory live again 13. THE MOMENTS OF HAPPINESS The moments of happiness We had the experience but missed the meaning And approach to the meaning restores the experience In a different form beyond any meaning We can assign to happiness The past experience revived in the meaning Is not the experience of one life only But of many generations Not forgetting something that is probably quite ineffable Moonlight Turn your face to the moonlight Let your memory lead you Open up, enter in If you find there the meaning of what happiness is Then a new life will begin 14. GUS: THE THEATRE CAT Gus is the cat at the theatre door His name, as I ought to have told you before Is really Asparagus, but that's such a fuss to pronounce That we usually call him just Gus His coat's very shabby, he's thin as a rake And he suffers from palsy that makes his paw shake Yet he was in his youth, quite the smartest of cats But no longer a terror to mice or to rats For he isn't the cat that he was in his prime Though his name was quite famous, he says, in his time And whenever he joins his friends at their club (Which takes place at the back of the neighboring pub) He loves to regale them, if someone else pays With anecdotes drawn from his palmiest days For he once was a star of the highest degree He has acted with Irving, he's acted with Tree And he likes to relate his success on the halls Where the gallery once gave him seven cat calls But his greatest creation as he loves to tell Was Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the fell I have played in my time every possible part And I used to know seventy speeches by heart I'd extemporize backchat, I knew how to gag And I knew how to let the cat out of the bag I knew how to act with my back and my tail With an hour of rehearsal, I never could fail I'd a voice that would soften the hardest of hearts Whether I took the lead, or in character parts I have sat by the bedside of poor little Nell When the curfew was rung then I swung on the bell In the pantomime season, I never fell flat And I once understudied Dick Whittington's cat But my grandest creation, as history will tell Was Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the fell Then, if someone will give him a toothful of gin He will tell how he once played a part in East Lynne At a Shakespeare performance he once walked on pat When some actor suggested the need for a cat And I say now these kittens, they do not get trained As we did in the days when Victoria reigned They never get drilled in a regular troupe And they think they are smart just to jump through a hoop And he says as he scratches himself with his claws: Well the theatre is certainly not what is was These modern productions are all very well But there's nothing to equal from what I hear tell That moment of mystery when I made history As Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the fell I once crossed the stage on the telegraph wire To rescue a child when a house was on fire And I think that I still can much better than most Produce blood curdling noises to bring on the ghost And I once played Growltiger Could do it again, could do it again Could do it again... 15. "GROWLTIGER'S LAST STAND" Growltiger was a bravo cat who travelled on a barge In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed at large From Gravesend up to Oxford he pursued his evil aims Rejoicing in his title of the "Terror of the Thames" His manners and appearance did not calculate to please His coat was torn and seedy, it was baggy at the knees One ear was somewhat missing, no need to tell you why And he scowled upon a hostile world from one forbidding eye The cottagers of Rotherhithe knew something of his fame At Hammersmith and Putney, people shuddered at his name They would fortify the hen house, lock up the silly goose When the rumor ran along the shore: Growltiger's on the loose! Woe to the weak canary that fluttered from its cage Woe to the pampered Pekinese, that faced Growltiger's rage Woe the bristly bandicoot that lurks on foreign ships And woe to any cat with whom Growltiger came to grips But most to cats of foreign race his hatred had been vowed To cats of foreign name and race, no quarter was allowed The Persian and the Siamese regarded him with fear Because it was a Siamese that mauled his missing ear Now on a peaceful summer night all nature seemed at play The tender moon was shining bright, the barge at Molsey lay All in the balmy moonlight it lay rocking on the tide And Growltiger was disposed to show his sentimental side In the forepeak of the vessel, Growltiger stood alone Concentrating my attention on the lady Griddlebone And my raffish crew were sleeping in their barrels and their bunks As the Siamese came creeping in their sampans and their junks Growltiger had no eye or ear for aught but Griddlebone And the lady, she was enraptured by my manly baritone Disposed to relaxation and awaiting no surprise But the moonlight shone reflected from a thousand bright blue eyes And closer still and closer the sampans circled 'round And yet from all the enemy there was not heard a sound The foe was armed with toasting forks and cruel carving knives And the lovers sang their last duet in danger of their lives In una tepida notte d'estate, allorche la natura Era nel pieno fulgore, e la resca rugiada Splendeva al chiar di luna sopra la verzura Si poteva vedere il galeone ancorato Oscillare in silenzio nel vento profumato Dalla marea del naviglio serenamente cullato In quella tepida notte che c'e dunque di male Se in tnata poesia anche il pirata divento sentimentale? Oscillare in silenzio nel vento profumato Dalla marea do naviglio serenamente cullato In quella tepida notte In quella tepida notte In quella tepida notte Then Genghis gave the signal to his fierce Mongolian hordes Abandoning their sampans, the chinks they swarmed aboard Abandoning their sampans, their pullaways, their junks They battened down the hatches on the crew within their bunks Then Griddlebone she gave a screech for she was badly skeered I am sorry to admit it, but she quickly disappeared She probably escaped with ease I'm sure she was not drowned But a serried ring of flashing steel Growltiger did surround The ruthless foe presssed forward in stubborn rank on rank Growltiger to his vast surprise was forced to walk the plank He who a hundred victims had driven to that drop At the end of all his crimes was forced to go kerflip, kerflop Oh there was joy in Wapping when the news flew through the land At Maidenhead and Henley there was dancing on the Strand Rats were roasted whole in Brentford and Victoria Dock And a day of celebration was commanded in Bangkok! These modern productions are all very well But there's nothing to equal from what I hear tell That moment of mystery when I made history... 16. SKIMBLESHANKS: THE RAILWAY CAT Skimbleshanks the railway cat, the cat of the railway train There's a whisper down the line at eleven thirty-nine When the night mail's ready to depart Saying, "Skimble, where is Skimble? Has he gone to hunt the thimble? We must find him or the train can't start!" All the guards and all the porters and the stationmaster's daughters Would be searching high and low Saying "Skimble, where is Skimble? For unless he's very nimble Then the night mail just can't go!" At eleven forty-two with the signal overdue And the passengers all frantic to a man That's when I would appear and I'd saunter to the rear I'd been busy in the luggage van! Then he gave one flash of his glass-green eyes And the signal went "All clear!" They'd be off at last for the northern part of the northern hemisphere! Skimbleshanks, the railway cat, the cat of the railway train You might say that by and large it was me who was in charge Of the sleeping car express From the driver and the guards to the bagmen playing cards I would supervise them all more or less Down the corridor he paces and examines all the faces Of the travellers in the first and the third He established control by a regular patrol And he'd know at once if anything occurred He would watch you without winking and he saw what you were thinking And it's certain that he didn't approve Of hilarity and riot so that folk were very quiet When Skimble was about and on the move You could play no pranks with Skimbleshanks He's a cat that couldn't be ignored So nothing went wrong on the northern mail When Skimbleshanks was aboard It was very pleasant when they'd found their little den With their name written up on the door And the berth was very neat with a newly folded sheet on And not a speck of dust on the floor There was every sort of light you could make it dark or bright And a button you could turn to make a breeze And a funny little basin you're supposed to wash your face in And a crank to shut the window should you sneeze Then the guard looked in politely and would ask you very brightly "Do you like your morning tea weak or strong?" But I was just behind him and was ready to remind him For Skimble won't let anything go wrong When they crept into their cozy berth and pulled the counterpane They ought to reflect that it was very nice To know that they wouldn't be bothered by mice They can leave all that to the railway cat The cat of the railway train Skimbleshanks, the railway cat, the cat of the railway train In the watches of the night I was always fresh and bright Every now and then I'd have a cup of tea With perhaps a drop of scotch while I was busy keeping on the watch Only stopping here and there to catch a flea They were fast asleep at Crewe And so they never knew that I was walking up and down the station They were sleeping all the while I was busy at Carlisle Where I met the stationmaster with elation They might see me at Dumfries if I summoned the police If there was anything they ought to know about When they got to Gallowgate there they did not have to wait For Skimbleshanks will help them to get out And he gives you a wave of his long brown tail Which says, "I'll see you again!" You'll meet without fail on the midnight mail The cat of the railway train You'll meet without fail on the midnight mail The cat of the railway train 17. MACAVITY Macavity! Macavity's a mystery cat, he's called the hidden paw For he's a master criminal who can defy the law He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad's despair For when they reach the scene of crime Macavity's not there! Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity He's broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare And when you reach the scene of crime Macavity's not there! You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air But I tell you once and once again, Macavity's not there! Macavity's a ginger cat, he's very tall and thin You would know him if you saw him for his eyes are sunked in His brow is deeply lined in thought, his head is highly domed His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed He sways his head from side to side with movements like a snake And when you think he's half asleep, he's always wide awake! Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity He's a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square But when a crime's discovered then Macavity's not there! He's outwardly respectable, I know he cheats at cards And his footprints are not found in any files of Scotland Yard's And when the larder's looted or the jewel case is rifled Or when the milk is missing or another Peke's been stifled Or the greenhouse glass is broken and the trellis past repair There's the wonder of the thing Macavity's not there! Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity There never was a cat of such deceitfulness and suavity He always has an aliby and one or two to spare What ever time the deed took place Macavity wasn't there! And they say that all the cats whose wicked deeds are widely known I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone Are nothing more than agents for the cat who all the time Just controls the operations: the Napolean of crime! Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity He's a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square But when a crime's discovered then Macavity, Macavity, Macavity, Macavity... When a crime's discovered then Macavity's not there! 18. MR. MISTOFFELEES You ought to ask Mr. Mistoffelees! The original conjuring cat The greatest magicians have something to learn From Mister Mistoffelees' conjuring turn And we all say Oh! Well, I never was there ever A cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffelees He is quiet, he is small, he is black From his ears to the tip of his tail He can creep through the tiniest crack He can walk on the narrowest rail He can pick any card from a pack He is equally cunning with dice He is always deceiving you into believing That he's only hunting for mice He can play any trick with a cork Or a spoon and a bit of fish paste If you look for a knife or a fork And you think it is merely misplaced You have seen it one moment and then it's gone! But you find it next week lying on the lawn [REPEAT] And we all say Oh! Well, I never was there ever A cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffelees His manner is vague and aloof You would think there was nobody shyer But his voice has been heard on the roof When he was curled up by the fire And sometimes he's been heard by the fire When Ihe was about on the roof At least they all heard that somebody purred Which is uncontestable proof of his singular magical powers And I've known the family to call him in from the garden for hours While he was asleep in the hall And not long ago this phenomenal cat Produced seven kittens right out of a hat And we all say Oh! Well I never was there ever A cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffelees Oh! Well I never was there ever A cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffelees And not long ago this phenomenal cat Produced seven kittens right out of a hat And we all say Oh! Well I never was there ever A cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffelees Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the magical Mr. Mistoffelees! 19. MEMORY Daylight, see the dew on the sunflower And a rose that is fading Roses wither away Like the sunflower I yearn to turn my face to the dawn I am waiting for the day Now Old Deuteronomy, just before dawn Through a silence you feel you could cut with a knife Announces the cat who can now be reborn And come back to a different Jellicle life Memory, turn your face to the moonlight Let your memory lead you Open up, enter in If you find there the meaning of what happiness is Then a new life will begin Memory, all alone in the moonlight I can smile at the old days I was beautiful then I remember the time I knew what happiness was Let the memory live again Burnt out ends of smokey days The stale cold smell of morning The streetlamp dies, another night is over Another day is dawning Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise I must think of a new life And I mustn't give in When the dawn comes tonight will be a memory too And a new day will begin Sunlight, through the trees in the summer Endless masquerading Like a flower as the dawn is breaking The memory is fading Touch me, it's so easy to leave me All alone with the memory Of my days in the sun If you touch me you'll understand what happiness is Look, a new day has begun 20. THE JOURNEY TO THE HEAVISIDE LAYER (Repeat) Up up up past the Russell Hotel Up up up up to the Heaviside Layer Up up up past the Jellicle Moon Up up up up to the Heaviside Layer Up up up past the Jellicle Moon Up up up up to the Heaviside Layer The mystical divinity of unashamed felinity Round the cathedral rang 'Vivat' Life to the everlasting cat 21. THE AD-DRESSING OF CATS You've heard of several kinds of cats And my opinion now is that You should need no interpreter to understand our character You've learned enough to take the view That cats are very much like you You've seen us both at work and games And learnt about our proper names Our habits and habitat But how would you address a cat? So first, your memory I'll jog And say: A cat is not a dog So first, your memory I'll jog And say: A cat is not a dog With cats, some say, one rule is true Don't speak 'til you are spoken to Myself I do not hold with that I say, you should address a cat But always bear in mind that he resents familiarity You bow, and taking off your hat, address him in this form "O Cat!" Before a cat will condescend To treat you as a trusted friend Some little token of esteem is needed, like a dish of cream And you might now and then supply Some caviar or Straussburg pie Some potted grouse or salmon paste He's sure to have his personal taste And so in time you reach your aim And call him by his name A cat's entitled to expect these evidences of respect So this is this and that is that And there's how you address a cat A cat's entitled to expect these evidences of respect So this is this and that is that And there's how you address a cat

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虽说第一主打是picture of you,但是偶还是最先听到的if i talk to god,一下就被诡异的前奏和主唱沙哑的声音所吸引！ 其实感觉上有点类似sting的声音，不过只要是好音乐，俺是不会管他像谁不像谁滴。 听谁的谁不是谁听的呢！！ 以下为转载乐评： The Last Goodnight has taken a cue from a host of other pop-rock radio bands (namely Maroon 5) by recording ballad after ballad that will likely appeal to teen girls on it's debut album Poison Kiss. But while Maroon 5 has wisely decided to recently immerse itself in a more pure funk sound, The Last Goodnight remains mired in watered-down pop rock, with songs that blend in with each other all too easily. Although there are some unique creative touches here and there, most of the tracks sound exactly like all the other adult contemporary bands that have bombarded the radio these days. The Last Goodnight乐队从流行摇滚乐队（即Maroon 5）录制民谣中得到灵感，继而在其首张专辑《Poison Kiss》中也采用民谣的风格借以吸引小女生的关注。而近日Maroon 5明智地决定专注于更纯净的节奏音乐中，The Last Goodnight则仍然深陷于浇灌式流行摇滚里，致使歌曲本身辨识度不高。尽管仍会有一些独特的创意触及，但大部分歌曲就像当代乐队的创作那样烂熟于耳。 “Pictures Of You” is one of the first singles off of the album, which is unfortunate because it’s also one of the duller tracks on the album. While it it’s possible that it might tug at some young girls’ heartstrings out there, the ballad still goes in no interesting new direction. Another ballad on the CD called “This Is The Sound” fares a bit better with it's melody, but it still fails to be that memorable. Love songs don’t have to be dull if they’re tackled passionately, but both ballads fail at being anything but formulaic. “Picture Of You”是专辑的第一首主打歌，不幸的是它同样是整张专辑最单调的歌曲之一。虽然它可能会触动某些小女生的心弦，但是民谣曲风的存在仍然毫无生趣可言。专辑里另一首民谣曲风的歌曲“This Is The Sound”旋律相对好些，但仍不足以令人过耳不忘。情歌不一定都无聊，如果他们追逐激情的话，但是通常民谣会因为没有主题，过于公式化而落入俗套。 “One Trust” starts out promising, with what sounds like a crazy guitar reverb trick you hear gradually build in volume. But as soon as you begin to get into the guitar effect, it seems to exit just as quickly. It returns immediately to a basic, chord-driven ballad that just happens to be not quite as slow as the other love songs. There appears to be some nice lead guitar work from Mike Nadeau going on under the final chorus, but it’s so far underneath the vocal tracks that it doesn’t get an opportunity to stand out that much. “One Trust”这首歌开始的旋律富于希望，伴随着听起来有点疯狂的吉他余音技巧，慢慢的把你带入声音所要表达的一种感情世界中。但你一旦开始陷于吉他的音效中，它却瞬间消失，转而是简单的和弦民谣。旋律的起承转合并不像其他情歌来得那样柔和。在最后的合声部分，吉他手Mike Nadeau带来了些许美妙，但相对主音过于低沉，无法很好的表现出来。 The standout track is “Good Love,” a ballad that morphs into a funkier track during the chorus. It’s the contrast between the jazzy vibe of the verse and the funk-inspired chorus that gives it an originality that is missing on too much of the rest of Poison Kiss. Keyboardist Ely Rise’s work is another highlight of “Good Love,” with some very cool organ lines closing out the song. “Good Love”是专辑中较为突出的一首歌，一首民谣在合声的时候转变为Funk曲风的歌曲。爵士曲风与Funk曲风的强烈反差独特而新颖，这在专辑的其它歌曲中是很难见到的。键盘手Ely Rise的表现是“Good Love”这首歌的另一亮点，在歌曲收尾时藉由很酷的风琴声。 If you’re not a fan of love songs, then the lyrics on Poison Kiss are going to be overkill. The majority of the tracks are about love in some way, shape, or form, and the lyrics are pretty standard pop-rock material. In “Pictures Of You” vocalist Kurtis John sings, “Confess to me every secret moment; Every stolen promise you ever believed; Confess to me all that lies between us.” While there is definitely an audience for pop love songs, hearing the same theme over and over again on the 12-track CD just gets exhausting after the 5th or 6th song. 如果你并非真正热衷于情歌，那么《Prison Kiss》专辑里的歌词就显得过于滥情。就某种程度而言，无论是形式上或是歌词本身，专辑里大部分情歌属于标准的流行摇滚模式。在“Picture Of You”这首歌里，主唱Kurtis John唱道：“对我坦白每一个秘密；每一个被偷的诺言你都曾经相信；对我坦白所有夹杂在我们之间的谎言”。即便确有一位热衷于流行情歌的听众，反复听着这张专辑，五、六首类似主题的歌曲便会觉得腻耳。 It’s always discouraging to hear a band stick with the same pop formula, and The Last Goodnight has fell victim to this on Poison Kiss. If the band would have added just a few more up-tempo tracks, that in itself would have helped do wonders for the album. 听到一个乐队按部就班的音乐模式是令人失望的，The Last Goodnight的《Poison Kiss》是一次失败。如果乐队能够放一些快节奏的歌曲在专辑中，那么也许会对专辑有很大的帮助。 Although the songs don’t allow the band to let loose musically, every once in a while you do hear some very nice solo lines underneath from both the guitarist and keyboardist. The Last Goodnight should consider taking a risk (at least by radio standards) and adding in an extended solo here or there on its next album. It’s the moments when you do hear something more than just the usual chords that the songs take on a different life, and unfortunately Poison Kiss is in very short supply of those moments. 尽管歌曲并没让整个乐队在音乐上挣开束缚，但是偶尔你仍能听到来自吉他手和键盘手非常美妙的独奏。The Last Goodnight应该尝试改变风格，并且在下一张专辑中更多地穿插一些独奏。倘若在某一刻，你所听到的远不止旋律本身的时候，那么歌曲带来的是一种不同的精神体验，但不幸的是《Poison Kiss》中的“某一刻”太短暂。

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