温无的音乐

庞杂的信息、多元的艺术来源、重复和爱，揭下所有的标签。这些作品就像是叮咛，上师的叮咛。 与其说胡淼峪的音乐想告诉你什么，不如说它想唤起你自己内心的什么。正如六祖所言：心地含诸种，普雨悉皆萌。他做的音乐就像雨水，滴灌在你心田上，开出什么花，结出什么果，要看你心中有什么样的种子。 所以如果可以，我愿意写下这些话，记录那些微妙的、一瞬的、一瞬却永恒的，心里升起的感悟。 秋日午后的阳光透过窗帘的边缘照在我脸上，温暖而懒散。我听到某一段旋律的时候，一下回到了十年前，或许更早，或许晚一些：相似的阳光洒进左安门大屋，三姨儿和我母亲冲进大屋跪在姥姥床前嚎啕大哭，大姨儿隐约在劝。我意识到了什么，在里屋也跟着哭了。然后父亲抱紧我，抱紧一下，眼泪就收回去一点，再抱紧一下，眼泪就全收回去了。那是我第一次关于死亡的记忆。这一段回忆我差点忘得一点痕迹都没有了。幸运的是，在那一瞬间，一切都被唤起了： 姥爷去世的那年，姥姥一下垮了，整天坐在床上望着窗户外面的院子自言自语。姐姐后来回忆说，姥爷走后，她向外看，还能看见姥爷坐在院子里抽烟，用粗糙的手微颤的夹着烟。那双手依然清晰只是她永远……永远拉不到了。然后不到一年，姥姥也去世了。那一年哀伤弥漫在家里，院子里的一砖一瓦都难过得不声不响，然后最后一棵草难过得枯萎了，一下子什么都没了。 死去的人再也回不来了，活着的人继续相互伤害，有意的、无意的、刻意的、不经意的相互伤害。 岁月匆匆流逝，不为任何人停滞。到而今有限的光阴难留恋…… 难留恋的除了光阴，还有这些作品中所怀念的从前的北京。回头看，变化令人瞠目结舌。我是说故乡的沦陷，这可不只限于北京。舒服的节奏和氛围，亲切的口音和人情味儿，怕越往后越只能在凭吊中使用了：我们在高楼大厦的缝隙中寻找当年“夹路桑麻行不尽”的小胡同，在冷漠的邻里关系中谈起当年杂院儿里的争吵。父亲偶尔去参加老邻居们儿女的婚礼，才得知谁谁谁患了癌症，谁谁已经不在了。 拆掉的房子再也回不来了，拆散的亲戚也老死不相往来了。锦绣京华日日新，随着城市的高速建设，各种问题接踵而至。 锦绣京华轻弹泪。 然而我们阻挠不了这一切，却仍然可以平心静气的坐下来听听胡老师的作品。你会明白有些东西任水浮万物，仍然沉淀在那儿，未曾改变。 叮咛是胡淼峪的，被唤起的一切，则真真切切都是你的。

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我想我可能再也没有时间、兴趣或者缘分这么用心地听一张专辑了，所以如果可以，我愿意肆意地写下这样一些话，为VC，为你们，也为自己，在浮躁而空疏的初夏。因为在春寒走后的五月，我终于决定将这份礼物封存。 这绝不是一张故意讨人欢心的专辑，以至于耐心聆听，竟不断地带给我惊喜。没有从前的年轻气盛，也还没有以后的事故圆滑，这个时期的VC虽然经历着某种颠覆，却沉着地唱着自己的内心感悟，天真的思想利剑甚至直指死亡。 以钢琴开启的《C调哀歌》溶着03透彻的小声儿溪水般流过耳膜，却使心田受润。让人似懂非懂的歌词渗透出一种深邃的神秘，那神秘之中有我无权了解的真相。深沉，拘谨，冷漠，释然，苦痛，回忆，于是祈祷：就请你一直这么朦胧地吟唱着独特的悲喜，在完整的结束时被遗忘。 那个姑娘是谁，到底为什么做出那种无奈的选择我都无从知晓，要是真像传说的那样，那个时候的你或者你们真以为死亡是自由的起点么？你们真以为那岛极美，粉花碧木么？幻象之中，我确乎看到过你在石像伫立的荒野上挣扎着奔向远方…… 故事就那么围绕着VC一直展开，即使与他们有关，却到底是我们的故事。比如那些夜，那些冬，那些背后的小谈论和那小T喜欢的《北极冰川》。 我依稀记得那是四月初的一天，天地间充斥着春雨过后的微寒，我一个站在东四大街上瑟瑟发抖，看着你们远去的背影，耳机里传来的就是这熟悉的钢琴前奏。那天的你躁动不安得让我有点儿心疼。你还记得我第一天拿到这张CD的那个夜里么？那是我听的最安心的一遍。 我在想，想了很多：面对新近的世界，我们总是那么无能为力的堕落和妥协。在我看来，这份礼物是你们堕落和妥协的硬资本，更何况，在如今的大环境下，所谓的堕落可能等同于超越，妥协也许是成熟的表现。另外，思想都进步了，艺术哪还能处在巅峰呢。 流年偷换，转眼我已经跟不上VC游戏的步伐了。可作为一个看客的我，看着看着，忽而发现，自己到底也乐在其中了。 就如同五月怎么也无法拒绝与四月离别一样，我再怎么挽留，春寒也还是走了。然而春寒走后怎样？那个瑟缩的我是那么真实地存在过，这就足以，不是么？

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·The Stranger A stranger came in from the night And he stood as if lost in a dream. His smile was as sad as a true love denied And his voice was a song in the wind. I have travelled for many-a-mile And my journey I cannot delay, But I must rest for a while For I'm weary and cold And tomorrow I'll be on my way. Give me fire to keep out the cold. Close the shirters and make farse the door. Give me food for the night and a candle for light And I will make up my bed on the floor. I have nothing to give for my keep And your favours I cannot repay, But a gift is not measured in silver and gold ... It's a memory that's treasured each day. The stranger arose with the dawn And he shouldered his travelling load. Without making a sound he took one look around And the stranger – he took to the road. When the cold wind hounds in the night And the rain beats hard on the door, A voice in the wind seems to echo again And the stranger is travelling once more … ·Los Companeros You see them in old Havana, Playing cards, smoking cigares ... And their polishing crome fenders On their big old yankee cars. Manuel sits in la casa de rosa, Drinking rum, watching the girls ... He whistles at the beautiful Maria And she smiles and tosses her girls. Now the bartender strums his guitar And the rhythm plays out in the street. Maria moves with the passion As her body sways in the heat. And the old guys, smiling with pleasure, For a moment they're young and they're strong. And the young girls are giving them flowers As they sing their victory song. REFRAIN: Once we were bold companeros, Running guns from the Florida keys, On the beach from Santiago to Cuba, We were figting with Fidel and Che. He talks of the great revolution In words of sadness and pride. And the medals he wears Are the scars that he bears – And he drinks for the friends who died. We were farmers, we were poets and we were hungry. All we wanted was our own peace of land. We were fighting for our wives and children And freedom for every man! REFRAIN Now the yankees come for the fishing And their pockets are loaded with greens. Ten dollars will buy you a woman or a tank of gasoline. And the young kids are leaving the island And the old guys have nothing to say. Manuel is living on dreams of the past And tonight he'll drink it away … REFRAIN ·For Those We Knew We saw the times. We wrote the songs of cafe bars in midnight chimes In perfect rhymes that danced with melodies and songs. We sang the times. We payed our dues. We took the road and played the game of win or lose. We chose the muse. She led us on in neon lights of midnight hughes. REFRAIN: And throw it all, The rise and fall, The come and go, the lost and won. We made our way And took the day. We marched the rhytms of our own. And travelled home. A single star that seems to hang on the horizon from afar. A perfect star. A city street light in the night, this was our star. REFRAIN Those we knew, The ones we lost along the way, the chosen few. They left too soon. But we're the ones who carry on for those we knew. ·Running On Dreams Strike up the fiddle, tune your guitar. It's one more song for the faded star. The night is waiting, the lights are burning low. Take it down easy, take it down slow. You made it look easy when the going was tough. You sailed through the storm and you smooth out the rough. The scars of the road are all there's left to show. Take it down easy, take it down slow. Roll in the dice, watchin' em spin. Everytime you lose you've got to spin 'em again. Stay in the game and go with the flow. Take it down easy, take it down slow. You could've done better in these things you regret. You could have been a contender, you were worth a bet. It's not for the winning that you play this show. Take it down easy, take it down slow. Running on dreams you've got no time to stay. Time rolls on and it slips away. Nothing to do, no place left to go. Take it down easy, take it down slow. Strike up the fiddle, tune your guitar. It's one more song for the faded star. The night is waiting, the lights are burning low. Take it down easy, take it down slow. Take it down easy ... take it down slow ... ·The Mission Hotel Anna works at the hotel Where all the singers hang out. She brings them their coffee When the drinks have run out. She dreams in the kitchen, Stands real close to the door, And she listens to them singing. She wants to hear more. They sings songs of the travelling through strange and foreign lands, Play tunes on guitars with strong and delicate hands. Sing of the ladies they left so far behind And fame and the fortune they're hoping to find. REFRAIN: Anna brushes her hair and waits for the day, For her lover to come and take her away. She will know him for sure, Cause she's dreamed of him so many times before, When he takes her away. The night's winding down and they're playing out the last tune. It's time to be leaving and chasing that old devil moon. A casual glance and Anna is ready to go To rule in the arms of some sweet talking Romeo. REFRAIN The song is a dream that sometimes gets lost on the way. Dreaming's for lovers who sometimes don't know what to say. But take it as given, it all comes 'round in the end, When Anna is singing, dreaming of loving again. ·For What It's Worth We send our postcars saying wish you were here. Then made love under the portmouth peer. I got it wrong and you started to cry. I said I loved you but it was a lie. You were gentle and I was rough, I was talking big and acting tough. Now I've forgotten your name, it was so long ago, When we were two young kids ... no place to go … no place to go … We lost touch, I had the world to see. I didn't think of you, did you think of me? When you fell in love, was he good and kind Like I should've been for your first time? I should've got you a ring From the trinket store And drawn a heart with an arrow On the portmouth wall. Maybe got you a flower to wave in your hair. I should have done something that was tender To show that I care … to show that I care. That's the way life sometimes goes. How thing can change nobody knows. For what it's worth and come what may, I'm feeling bad when I think of that day. Young love should be pure and true, I should have been so good for you! Do you remember the kid who got it all wrong? Well that kid's now a man and he's writing this song. I'm composing these words, trying to tell you somehow, I didn't love you then – but I love you now … I love you now! That's the way life sometimes goes. How thing can change nobody knows. Nobody knows ... nobody knows ... How things can change ... nobody knows ... ·Pearls And Wine We travelled along this road together To live the day and dream the night. We made our promises forever Our star was always burning bright. As subtle beauty favours loving I was yours and you were mine. Each to the other freely giving Treasured gifts of pearls and wine. When misfortune crossed our journey The winds of change blew cold and strong. We turned our backs against the fury ... This was our time, this was our song! There may be jewels that sparkle brighter And necktar from the God's divine. But none so pure, no love so greater ... Treasured gifts of pearls and wine. As the sun fades in the distance And makes its journey in tonight, Sparkling crystal lies in shadows, Our star is always burning bright. And though the cloud may hide its beauty, It cannot stay, it has no time. Each to the other pace their duty, Treasured gifts of pearls and wine. Each to the other pace their duty ... Treasured gifts of pearls and wine. ·When Time Is Short How come we can't get along? We tried so hard and it all goes wrong. It's hard to be wise and strong When time is short and nights are long … Problems always come around When dreams are built on shaky ground. When and way out can't be found. Crying at night is a lonely sound. REFRAIN: We don't know what to do To find a way to get us through. What is right, what is true, What is good for me and you … What is good for me and you. Sorry can be hard to say When pride and fear get in the way. It just gets worse from day to day ... Sorry can be hard to say … So close your eyes and let it go, Let your dreams drift with the flow. It takes time for love to grow. Close your eyes and let it go. REFRAIN How come we can't get along? We tried so hard and it all goes wrong. It's hard to be wise and strong When time is short and nights are long … When time is short ... and nights are long ...

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