英伦有才人
春日的傍晚,又在妩炫的歌吧,穿越那些苦情的,恢宏的,鬼灵的,爱欲的音乐,却总时时想起Lily Allen,似乎她就慵躺在沙发上,在我的身旁,把弄着麦克风,似抚弄情人的身躯,在吟唱。
转而,抛却那些烟草,喧闹,浮华的街道,我的mp3里依然流淌着她的声线。
她慵懒地歌唱:
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And I remember when you started calling me your misses
All the play fighting, all the flirtatious disses
I'd tell you sad stories about my childhood
don't know why I trusted you but I knew that I could
We'd spend the whole weekend lying in our own dirt
I was just so happy in your boxers and your T-shirt
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余阳照在她那桃花盛放的脸,音乐想起,黑暗坠落。“她泅巡在水里。潮水灌注她的胸腔,发出回声,这是她一个人的海。”也是我的海。所以,无论安静还是猛烈地存在,内心总涌动她这首《Littlest Things》。
在她的歌声中,生活中某些质感的东西:短裤,圆领汗衫, DVD ,下流杂志,软运动鞋,渐渐通透,抚慰符号化的生活。
Lily Allen,素有“英国天才女歌手”之称,活的丰盛而浓烈,叛逆不羁,若是在街口将她偶遇,她便是那脸颊摸着深红胭脂,身穿廉价邋遢尼龙裙,猛爆粗口的飞妹。而这样的一个女子,童年颠沛流离,盛年情事坎坷,孕事艰辛但却执拗而彪悍的生活,为的是泅渡漫长时光中所缺失的爱与安全,因此她的音乐如此圆润饱满。试听她的《Fuck You》
look inside, look inside your tiny mind, then look a bit harder
cause we're so uninspired
so s!ck and t!red, of all the hatred you har bour
so you say it's not ok to be gay,
well i think you're just evil
you're just some rac!st, who can't tie my laces
your point of view is medieval
fuck you
fuck you very very much
cause we hate what you do and we hate your whole crew
so please don't stay in touch
fuck you
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面对石头一般坚硬的生活,她不是做一只鸡蛋,而是做另一块顽石,因其充满毁灭感的碰撞而激爽,谁叫她如此胶着这人生的悲欢甘苦。。。