在真实与梦幻间荡漾
Iron & Wine实际上是Sam Beam的单人乐队，这个大胡子沉静淡定、温和低缓的lo-fi民谣曲风多年来一直深得我心。
2005年和另类乡村乐团Calexico合作的EP《In The Reins》是Iron & Wine求新求变的一次尝试，Sam Beam似乎永远也 没有写不出优美旋律的困惑，而Calexico的加入则将Iron & Wine的音乐镀上了一层苍凉明快的颜色，在滑棒吉他与管乐的铺陈里，这首“History of Lovers”就从封面上那抽象梦幻的风景画里荡漾开去……
歌词：
Louise only got from me innocent poetry
Although she played to not listen
But still I can hear myself speak as if no one else
Ever could offer the same
Some say she knowingly tasts like a recipe
Although so foolish and willing
I said Babe I can picture you bend as if wanting to
Bow as the curtain goes down
Coddle some men, they’ll remember you bitterly
Fuck ‘em, they’ll come back for more
I asked my Louise would she leave and so cripple me
Then came a knock at the door
“I came for my woman,” he came with a razor blade
Bound like us all for the ocean
I hope that she’s happy I’m blamed for the death of
A man who would take her from me
Some they saw in me innocent poetry
Some, some say they’ll never be certain
But still it’s been written, a history of lovers
Given and taken in ink
Coddle some men, they’ll remember you fittingly
Cut ‘em, they’ll come back for more
I asked my Louise would she leave and so cripple me
Then came the knock at the door
Louise came to rescue me, missing the irony
Blood made her heart change its beating
I hope that she’s happy I’m blamed for the death of
The man she found better than me
2005年和另类乡村乐团Calexico合作的EP《In The Reins》是Iron & Wine求新求变的一次尝试，Sam Beam似乎永远也 没有写不出优美旋律的困惑，而Calexico的加入则将Iron & Wine的音乐镀上了一层苍凉明快的颜色，在滑棒吉他与管乐的铺陈里，这首“History of Lovers”就从封面上那抽象梦幻的风景画里荡漾开去……
歌词：
Louise only got from me innocent poetry
Although she played to not listen
But still I can hear myself speak as if no one else
Ever could offer the same
Some say she knowingly tasts like a recipe
Although so foolish and willing
I said Babe I can picture you bend as if wanting to
Bow as the curtain goes down
Coddle some men, they’ll remember you bitterly
Fuck ‘em, they’ll come back for more
I asked my Louise would she leave and so cripple me
Then came a knock at the door
“I came for my woman,” he came with a razor blade
Bound like us all for the ocean
I hope that she’s happy I’m blamed for the death of
A man who would take her from me
Some they saw in me innocent poetry
Some, some say they’ll never be certain
But still it’s been written, a history of lovers
Given and taken in ink
Coddle some men, they’ll remember you fittingly
Cut ‘em, they’ll come back for more
I asked my Louise would she leave and so cripple me
Then came the knock at the door
Louise came to rescue me, missing the irony
Blood made her heart change its beating
I hope that she’s happy I’m blamed for the death of
The man she found better than me
