lyrics contest

sighs zhu, i realize there are technical problems in having more than one shoutbox on one page, so this newly constructed shoutbox only made a fleeting guest appearance on uku before been taken down and transferred here...with my fully knowledge that there's a resident (but much disused) shoutbox here too. Never mind that first, I don't see a great flurry of posts gushing into ss anytime soon, so let's just ping pong lyrics here.

uku uku

整个下午窝在瘸腿椅子里做ukulele beta版，站起来去买晚饭时腿居然麻了。一天下来什么正事也不想做，不想做事的时候大概就只能做模版..什么逻辑。

以为很难转换的beta template(其实应该说blogspot 2吧，人家都从beta毕业好久了)，仔细看了一下code，发现其实很简单，就是在CSS里面裹来裹去，换几个名字，加上一点新的，删掉很多无用的，差不多就是个可以见公婆的小媳妇儿了。uku是初试，所以花了不少功夫还是个不折不扣的丑媳妇，缺胳膊少腿，歪歪斜斜的眼眉就是整不端正，活活急死人。最后做完了发现其实变化也有限，好像保护文物一样，整旧如故，大概也只有做过的人知道有什么名堂罢。

习惯性的几乎每天看uku的webmeter stats，哪怕更新一点都不勤。不知道还有没有人像我，好像有强迫症一般，吼吼。除了世界地图比较好玩之外，referring url page也是很有趣的地方。你大概不知道uku人气最高/最常被搜的帖子是哪一篇吧？呵呵，是你那篇 Gedo Senki Kashu和Aoi Teshima的super review，不少人都是搜Teshima的歌词才点进uku的。有人前几天才留了言request歌词，不知你看到没。还有其他一些很好笑的或者很莫明其妙的search word combination，总之都end up在uku了，笑...

偶在想忙完了这一阵，要好好地，regular地给uku浇水施肥之类的。不过写review好严肃啊，一个月有一两篇可以啦 （或者两个月有一篇...哈哈...不过某人欠的norah还是要写的哈），还是轻松的推介比较好玩。希望不是五分钟热情...

飛べない翼

Once again.

I can’t help it; I watched Lily ChouChou again and yet again (within one week). When Salyu sang her 'Wings that can't fly' and Shiori pulled the strings and beamed watching the eagle-like kites, heart wrenchingly innocent and delicate, and so happy, I wept. Could only weep, and then more weeping. I can’t describe it. just breaks me.

Towards the end I got so tense. Because I could not remember the ending. It's been...eighteen months now, and my memory appears a moth-bitten carpet. I remember...crouching in the dark watching it for the first time with you in the home sty, I remember muffled gasps and tears (was it just me..) and going to bed with heavy heart and my face somewhat swollen and neither of us saying much besides a confused, broken discussion. (think Lily Chou-Chou is in many ways always associated with those hot summer days in Suzhou and the smell of the bamboo mat in your air-conditioned room). I couldn’t remember...what happened to Hasumi after Hoshino died. When he played a few notes on the piano at home and the camera cut to his torso quite still in midair my heart clutched itself and shuddered in fear, fearing that he might have hanged himself and that I have forgotten. (But how could I, if he did such a thing, or anything at all??) The ending came to this scene, billowing sunlight and Debussy, and the resemblance of this to the Love Letter scene struck me only now. My infinite respect and gratitude for Shunji Iwai, for giving closure (like how Ondaatje said a storyteller should do), and calm, pulsing hope.

And I just got more moRE mORE nostalgic for Kokyu and Salyu-as-Lily Chou-Chou. Saw this fictional discography of Lily Chou-Chou on the wiki page, beautiful, Lily-styled names, why can't they produce all of them?!

• 1stアルバム『ジュエル』　

1. みずうみ
2. 三つの扉
3. 踊る魚
4. 愛の実験
5. 犬の眼
6. オルゴオル

• 2ndアルバム『エロティック』

1. 共鳴
2. 孤独の瞬間
3. ビデオテープ
4. 化粧をしない生活
5. 家
6. エロティック
7. 約束の日
8. 指先
9. 悲しい瞳
10. 沈黙の木

• 3rdアルバム『呼吸』

1. アラベスク
2. グライド
3. 友達
4. 土曜日の郵便
5. 飛べない翼
6. セーター
7. 飛行船
8. 花の瞳
9. 九月の雨の心臓
10. 回復する傷

views, reviews, and stevie nicks

Confession--I didn't manage to study after all today--obsessedly browsed and read all music-related stuff, and did some extensive update on ukulele. The recent posts (and the lack of them) made me ponder if we had got it right after all the zest and labor: if the initial rush was too strong and tired out the drive to follow up, if too many people were invited, if the implicitly set tones and themes were too formal and contricting when all we ever wanted was personal views and random thoughts and (if it should happen) freely indulging in artists/genres we share common interest in. I should hope it's just the mad busy end-of-April period. I should also hope it's just my occasional streak of intolerance/impatience stretching its limbs. Hmph.

Rants and grunts aside, I am bursting to ask you this--do you know that Stevie Nicks (that gender-neutral voice that sang Touched by an Angel on Sweet November OST) is female?!! and an attractive, young woman at that?!! BLEW MY MIND AWAY! I was reading Dixie Chicks biography and it cited that the band had covered some classic item of Stevie Nicks--one click away and I was looking at a blonde girl/woman, and my first and only thought was: wrong spelling, name of that voice should be Steve Nicks. So, some more browsing..and arrrrhhhhh, it's her, it's her! Gosh. How this will change the listening experience of Touched! Incroyable..

Rufus craze

The Rufus craze has set in and seems wouldn't be going for quite a while..i really really really should cut my hands off for this, but I just watched a whole lot other Rufus videos. And one interesting (and to me, moving) thing I noticed is that, the way he carried himself changed a lot after he re-emerged from rehab, not just body gestures, but a lot in the way he talks and what he talks about. I'll come back to this later. (I just realized how horribly difficult the past biostats papers are..speechless..) but for now, I'll leave this space with this—

this pill, this melodrama

an ambiguous title which in simple terms, yells 'love psychedelico', YEAH!!

How funny. I can't see the blog but luckily I can still post. Ah, you know Gang got addicted to love psychedelico coz of 'standing bird'! One day she came to my room and asked whether I had any nice song to recommend. Then I randomly picked one and there it was 'standing bird'. Only a few words make sense to me but most often even those familiar sounds escape me. 'Ai ja sobani nai somewhat of a 'ride & role'. ' - This's the only complete line I know. If anyone would to ask 'what is love psychedelico'? It would be a headache question to answer. A blend of rock and metal which exude a laid-back attitude, almost a faded rhythm that reminds me vaguely of the 60s. Mixture of Japanese & English aside, Kumi's voice is just right for the flavour! I used to complain about Naoki's instrumental arrangement.(that guitarist, bass, keyboard and what not. so let's simply say he's the vocaless part) Lots of raging beats that lack sophistication and technique. But graudually even those became part of love psychedelico's essense. The first song that got me empty my wallet for the 1st LP album was 'everybody needs someone'. The effect of enclosed sound from the headphone prob enhanced the rhythmic shock. Kumi's voice is clean, not too sharp, not too mellow. And the detachment in the rage, I'm really glad I get to know them. Oh, 'standing bird' is prob the most representative song of LS.

Bonus: i love all their album/single cover designs.

LP Official Website

Profile [from the official web]



Formed in 1997 when they met in the college music club so called “circle” at Aoyama Gakuin University. Made their debut with “Lady Madonna / Yuutsu Naru Spider” on April 21st 2000. In the meantime, they created the original sound world, bringing a great fusion of 60’s/ 70’s rock taste and modern digital sound.With unforgettable guitar riff, their characteristic Japanese-English naturally blended lyrics and Kumi’s unconventional vocal style, they gave Japanese music scene a tremendous impact every time they brought their new works.The first album “THE GREATEST HITS”, second album “LOVE PSYCHEDELIC ORCHESTRA” and third album “LOVE PSYCHEDELICO III” have still been making a remarkable record as a long term hit seller.In November 2004, they went on their first time Asian solo tour.

KUMI【Vocal & Guitars】
Date of Birth＞1976.4.11　　　　　 Blood Type＞O
Born at＞Tokyo-prefecture　　　　Hobby＞Trip

NAOKI【Guitars, Bass Guitars & Keyboards】
Date of Birth＞1973.7.21　　　　　 Blood Type＞O
Born at＞Shizuoka-prefecture　　Hobby＞Painting

Single Covers





Album Covers










My fav LP song is 'days of days over you' ^^

Standing Bird

Jude, arhhhh, I'm inexplicably addicted to Love Psychedelico, or to be precise, to Standing Bird, the very first song you played to me! Now I get up in the morning and put it on repeat mode and let the rhythm and her defiant voice roll on, though I hardly understand half of the lyrics! Is it the existential angst (lol. This is a disease, my disease) in there that appeals to me? Some kind of cold rage..against something unnamable? Sighs, this is gonna be the Standing Bird Week for me…

Standing Bird
Romaji by: cori

Kaze no keeper mune ni yadoru light
Kienai sa  asu e tada take a run
Kanaderu rage oto mo nashi ni fade
Akumei de ii sa  you go along

stone in silence  kanashimi o terase

Yamanu flavor wa meguru fate
you lean on, you go on
oh, nothing's done
Mou tada yureru sora to downcast sight
as ever, stand hard, shed the lights

stone in silence karenu me o sarase
stand forever  itami aru moto e

Kimi wa ima tada omoi shiru Standing Bird

* wake up your sorrow, from the "deep narrow"
oh, sainamu wa pleasure kiri no mukou Eden
Ai.ja soba ni inai somewhat of "ride and roll"

Owaranai sa reach another star
green light, untied, high tide, breaking the wind
Owaranai keep believing star
stand hard, shed the lights, hang by, a way behind

stand forever hikari aru moto e

refrain-ing voices are  touhou mo naku killing the time

Toki wa ima tada omoishiru Standing Bird

* repeat

** wake up your sorrow, from the "deep narrow"
oh, saihate no heart zensen no ue no "ride and roll"
Ai.ja soba ni inai somewhat of "ride and roll"

Donna Donna by Joan Baez

On a wagon bound for market
There's a calf with a mournful eye
High above him there's a swallow
Winging swiftly through the sky
How the winds are laughing
They laugh with all their might
Laugh and laugh the whole day through
And half the summer's night

#Donna, donna, donna, donna
Donna, donna, donna, don
Donna, donna, donna, donna
Donna, donna, donna, don

Stop complaining, said the farmer
Who told you a calf to be?
Why don't you have wings to fly with
Like the swallow so proud and free?
How the winds are laughing
They laugh with all their might
Laugh and laugh the whole day through
And half the summer's night

#

Calves are easily bound and slaughtered
Never knowing the reason why
But whoever treasures freedom
Like the swallow has learned to fly
How the winds are laughing
They laugh with all their might
Laugh and laugh the whole day through
And half the summer's night

#

je m'appelle helene

Helene Rolles
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{Refrain:}
Hélène, je m'appelle Hélène
je suis une fille
comme les autres

Hélène
j'ai mes joies, mes peines
elles font ma vie
comme la votre
je voudrais trouver l'amour
simplement trouver l'amour

{au Refrain}

Hélène
si mes nuits sont pleines
de reves de poemes
je n'ai rien d'autres

je voudrais trouver l'amour
simplement trouver l'amour
et meme
si on m'voit
dans tous les journaux
chaque semaine

personne ne m'attend le soir
quand je rentre tard
personne ne fait battre mon coeur
lorsque s'éteignent les projecteurs

{au Refrain}

je voudrais trouver l'amour
simplement trouver l'amour

et meme
quand a la télé
vous me regardez
sourire et chanter

personne ne m'attends le soir
quand je rentre tard
personne ne fait battre mon coeur
lorsque s'éteignent les projecteurs

{au Refrain}

Hélène
et toutes mes peines
trouverons l'oubli
un jour ou l'autre
quand je trouverais l'amour
quand je trouverais l'amour

Lyrics of song from Le Papillon

i love this song so...stole it from you and for whole afternoons and nights it had been the only song on my playlist. such lovely voices! such charm!



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Pourquoi les poules pondent des oeufs?
Pour que les oeufs fassent des poules.
Pourquoi les amoureux s'embrassent?
C'est pour que les pigeons roucoulent.
Pourquoi les jolies fleurs se fanent?
Parce que ça fait partie du charme.
Pourquoi le diable et le bon Dieu?
C'est pour faire parler les curieux.

Pourquoi le feu brûle le bois?
C'est pour bien réchauffer nos coeurs.
Pourquoi la mer se retire?
C'est pour qu'on lui dise "Encore."
Pourquoi le soleil disparaît?
Pour l'autre partie du décor.
Pourquoi le diable et le bon Dieu?
C'est pour faire parler les curieux.

Pourquoi le loup mange l'agneau?
Parce qu'il faut bien se nourrir.
Pourquoi le lièvre et la tortue?
Parce que rien ne sert de courir.
Pourquoi les anges ont-ils des ailes?
Pour nous faire croire au Père Noël.
Pourquoi le diable et le bon Dieu?
C'est pour faire parler les curieux.

Ca t'a plu, le petit voyage?
Ah oui beaucoup!
Vous avez vu des belles choses?
J'aurais bien voulu voir des sauterelles
Des sauterelles ? Pourquoi des sauterelles ?
Et des libellules aussi,
A la prochaine fois, d'accord.
D'accord.

Je peux te demander quelque chose?
Quoi encore?
On continue mais cette fois-ci c'est toi qui chantes.
Pas question.
S'il te plait.
Non, mais non.
Allez, c'est le dernier couplet.
Tu ne crois pas que tu pousses un peu le bouchon?
Pourquoi notre coeur fait tic-tac?
Parce que la pluie fait flic flac.
Pourquoi le temps passe si vite?
Parce que le vent lui rend visite.
Pourquoi tu me prends par la main?
Parce qu'avec toi je suis bien.
Pourquoi le diable et le bon Dieu?
C'est pour faire parler les curieux.

为什么鸡会下蛋？
因为蛋都变成小鸡
为什么情侣要亲吻？
因为鸽子们咕咕叫
为什么漂亮的花会凋谢？
因为那是游戏的一部分
为什么会有魔鬼又会有上帝？
是为了让好奇的人有话可说

为什么木头会在火里燃烧？
是为了我们像毛毯一样的暖
为什么大海会有低潮？
是为了让人们说：再来点
为什么太阳会消失？
为了地球另一边的装饰
为什么会有魔鬼又会有上帝？
是为了让好奇的人有话可说

为什么狼要吃小羊？
因为他们也要吃东西
为什么是乌龟和兔子跑？
因为光跑没什么用
为什么天使会有翅膀？
为了让我们相信有圣诞老人
为什么会有魔鬼又会有上帝?
是为了让好奇的人有话可说

你喜欢我们的旅行吗？
非常喜欢
我们看到了很多漂亮的东西，不是吗？
可惜我没能看到蟋蟀
为什么是蟋蟀？
还有蜻蜓

也许下一次吧
我能问你点事情吗？
又有什么事？
我们继续，不过由你来唱？
绝对不可以
来吧
不不不
这是最后一段了
你是不是有点得寸进尺了呢？
嗯呵~~

为什么我们的心会滴答？
因为雨会发出淅沥声
为什么时间会跑得这么快？
是风把它都吹跑了
为什么你要我握着你的手？
因为和你在一起，我感觉很温暖
为什么会有魔鬼又会有上帝？
是为了让好奇的人有话可说


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作者：Slappujudu　　时间：2005-1-15 4:36:11

hey the lyrics r so warm n cute!!!
i didn''t realize tt before.

my fav verse
为什么我们的心会滴答？
因为雨会发出淅沥声
为什么时间会跑得这么快？
是风把它都吹跑了
为什么你要我握着你的手？
因为和你在一起，我感觉很温暖
为什么会有魔鬼又会有上帝？
是为了让好奇的人有话可说

ok i swear i''ll learn to sing it by the end of summer[after i dutifully finish my french lessons]!!

抄襲一點歌詞..伸展一下筋骨..：D

我时常悲伤地去做一件快乐的事
走在秋天的沙滩上
收集夏天留下来的空贝壳
喝着刚买的英国茶
看着讲述故事的每个电影

日记很久没写了
因为心情还未决定是什么颜色
一切都是那么未知
那么的难以处置

不到风的怀抱
云怎么知道会怎么飘
会怎么变成雨
落在我的额头 我的眼里
被你误以为是我的泪

我时常快乐地去想一件悲伤的事
收集枯黄的青叶
决定失眠而煮了一夜咖啡
寄出不留地址的信
打永远是你关机的手机
一切都是那么出其不意
爱情也许就美在这儿
事与愿违......

Krall song of the moment--|Stop this World|

Stop this world, let me off

There's just too many pigs

in the same trough

There's too many buzzards

sitting on the fence

Stop this world

it's not making sense


Stop this show, hold the phone

Better days this girl has known

Better days so long ago

Hold the phone

won't you stop the show


Well,

it seems my little playhouse

has fallen down

I think my little ship has run aground

I feel like I'm in the wrong place

My state of mind is a disgrace


Won't you stop this game

deal me out

I know too well what it's all about

I know too well that it had to be

Stop this game well it's ruining me


Well I got too smart for my own good

I just don't do the things I know I should

There's bound to be some better way

I just got one thing more to say


And that is

Stop this game,

deal me out

I know too well what it's all about

I know too well that it had to be

Stop this game well it's wrecking me

Disillusioning comes slow and painful; in spite of the slowness, and because of the pain, it is irreversible. It's yet to be termed “disillusionment”, for it's yet to complete, the heart yet to release its clamping, compulsive-obsessive clasp on hopes, true or false alike. It's yet to rid itself of attachment and anticipation, yet to live true to a Buddhist lifestyle of having magnanimous love towards the world at large, and without attachment. The other day I came across this passage on friend's blog—

笑容立定可取，快乐下落不明

跟一个朋友一起去吃饭， 两个话痨凑在一起，一边吃一边说自然觉得很开心。
但是后来，他突然说，虽然此刻在笑，其实已经很久很久，没有感觉过那种发自内心的开心。他说着这些的时候，表情依然很淡然， 像在说着一件与己无关的事。

我们看欢乐总动员， 看八卦新闻，看六人行，看一切网上广泛流传的，脍炙人口的经典段子。我们那么乐观，随时随地，很容易就可以笑出声音。可是，当他问我最近有没有发自内心的开心过时，我笑着笑着停了下来，这问题太简单，但我却无法开口说出那答案。

我知道他说的那种发自内心的开心，那是一种从里到外的，无法言喻的欢喜，觉得诸事皆顺，万物皆顺眼，满心有无数的快乐要与人分享。那种感觉，曾经有过，至今依然记得。只是已经很久很久，没有体会过。

也许只有当一样你向往了很久很久的东西，终于被握在手中的时候，才会有那样深的幸福感。但是现在的我们，不再有耐心和勇气去等待和追求任何一样东西， 我们更喜欢那些垂手可得的快乐，虽然浅薄，然而立杆见影，是以也稍纵即逝。

过生日的时候许愿，闭上眼的瞬间，竟有一丝的慌乱，突然发现不知道自己要什么。只好马马虎虎的祈祷岁月静好，现世安稳罢了。一个连愿望都无法清晰的说出的人，又怎么会有愿望实现的时候那深切的欢喜？

与此相对的，是哭也变得比以前容易，甚至一句台词一段旋律都可以骗取我们的感伤和眼泪， 但是事后，也并没有多深切的悲伤。如果一样东西其实并未深入内心，不过是在脑海一闪而过，此间的得失，自然不会造成多么彻骨的痛苦。

我就这样变成了一个无所谓的人，同时丢失了那些鲜明的欢喜和哀伤。立等可取的眼泪和笑容更多的时候不过是一种发泄的途径，已经和我们秘而不宣的内心无关。

在轻浅的悲喜背后，是对生活淡淡的失望。
那些真正经历着快乐或悲伤的人，都是幸运的.

My first reaction was, How right this is. One moment later I felt confused, for when I thought about it I no longer was so sure that I'd agree, and didn't know how to categorize myself either—I live, or have been trying to live, a detached life, yet I constantly got myself into violent attacks of emotions, not infrequently invited them to me. Rapid switching back and forth between a peaceful/free of want state and an agitated, sensitive state helps only to push the schizophrenic tendency further, and hardly anything else. My tranquil self despises my actively seeking and feeling self for its attachment with the world, and the latter despises the former for its cowardice and escapism. In all good conscience I could just stick to one and be at peace with the universe and myself, but why oh why am I still not even remotely doing that?!

Jude, what do you think?!



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作者：Slappujudu　　时间：2004-12-4 6:14:30

it''s hard to say...
what''s the last time you felt so very happy?
unhappiness and discontentent are twins, at least for me. I always thought more things we know, more things we try to figure out on our own, the greater the discontentment that follows for not being able to truly understand material things, emotional status, and finally ourselves, whether we''re happy, whether what we''re doing is meaningful or whether the tea leaves are going to settle down at the bottom of the teacup at all. becoming detached and unfocused, small things easily fix my mind.it''s sometimes not even a matter of whether i choose to be one state or another, i let go of my feelings so easily that I don''t even bother to consciously pull myself out of it. and all of these for me, i know it''s the discontentment that comes with age. the feeling of not being in control puts me in hyper tension and to conquer my own discontentment i lose sight of happiness. but guess it depends on the simplicity of one''s mind and what it is he seeks in life. my grandma leads a simple life, haha gimme a break, i guess most grandmas do. if i ever see some granny one minute beseiged by the complexity of a philosophical problem n sinks into deep self inspection and the other minute all smiles n steady coz her secret wish come true i''d rather not be borne knowing this constant struggle of mind and mood swings are continueing into one''s late years. maybe i''m exaggerating and i bet there''re still some old grumpy souls out there. but the truth is, or i think it is, that all these frustrating split personalities are going to fade when i learn to let go, and that won''t happen any soon until i''m old n wrinkled as my grandma, and that''s an inevitable fact that''s programmed into my life. sometimes i think my definitions for my state of well-being is horribly strict. grandma smiles when we crowd around her, hugging n pinching her stomach. i laugh when told a joke, or when a friend''s words warms my heart. which one do u call happy? and who has the right to define transient happiness for everyone n why the need to cruelly separate them and draw boundaries, saying the cat with spots is not a true cat. I might have denied my own laughters but again, that''s probably coz i''m so discontented I start to doubt every existing particle, picking trivial wrongs out of ordinary happiness. but i am happy, even interspersed with fits of violence in life, coz they''re inevitable.
and don''t dispise your violent self coz that part of you is not wrong. neither be stringent with your tranquil self coz you are entitled to what''s rightfully yours. all i can say is, live easier and don''t escape. and maybe when you''re at the bottom of your own cage, will it comfort you that someone is thinking of you, hoping you well. it might sound cliche but why won''t that be happiness. r we not too strict on something as innocent as happiness. won''t it be overly painful to doubt every single line you heard or suspect nothing is what it seems. i''ll tell u a joke just to make you laugh and don''t roll it three times in your brain whether you laugh coz u r happy. you''re happy coz i wish you r happy, that''s why i''m telling the joke. simple.

有人用箭射大猩猩，一射，大猩猩用左手接住了， 二射，右手接住。 三射， 大猩猩用嘴接住了。三箭射完了，坏人已经没有箭了。可是最后，大猩猩还是死了， WHY WHY WHY

Depression, Jazz, Blues, and loving Diana Krall

The first time I heard Diana, I said to myself, this is how I've always wished my singing voice to be, low, throaty, has a warm, grainy texture to it, like those old pinewood floorboards in old-fashioned houses, brown with time, comfortably dry yet moist with fermented sentiments, faintly fragrant.

Now in another violent bout of depression I sit in my unlit room in the failing afternoon light, salty liquid half dried on cheeks, listening to Diana once more. That worn out heart trying to take those melancholic doses of warmth in, like how I would clasp my stone cold hands round a glass of steamy water in winter times, then slowly sip, drink, and feel the heat tickle every cell awake as it passes. The Heart is Lonely Hunter, by McCullers. I suddenly think of the novel I have yet to read. Only read another book by the same author long time ago, The Ballad of the Sad Cafe, from which I copied the following quote—

"Often the beloved is only a stimulus for all the stored-up love which had lain quiet within the lover for a long time hitherto. And somehow every lover knows this. He feels in his soul that his love is a solitary thing. He comes to know a new, strange loneliness and it is the knowledge which makes him suffer. So there's only one thing for the lover to do. He must house his love within himself as best as he can; he must create for himself a whole new inward world—a world intense and strange, complete in himself…the value and quality of any love is determined solely by the lover himself.

It is for this reason that most of us would rather love than be loved. Almost everyone wants to be the lover. And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being beloved is intolerable to many. The beloved fears and hates the lover, and with the best of reasons."

That's right. Go check out McCullers sometime. She wrote with a reticence and taciturnity that's most uncommon in writers.

And back to Krall. In her latest album she wrote six of the twelve songs, most of which are introspective, personal, and most intimate. And my personal favorite—

The Girl in the Other Room.

The girl in the other room
She knows by now
There's something in all of her fears
Now she wears it threadbare
She sits on the floor
The glass pressed tight to the wall
She hears murmurs low
The paper is peeling
Her eyes staring straight
at the ceiling

Maybe they're there
Maybe it's nothing at all
As she draws lipstick smears
on the wall

The girl in the other room
She powders her face
And stares hard
Into her reflection

The girl in the other room
She stifles a yawn
Adjusting the strap of her gown
She tosses her tresses
Her lover undresses
Turning the last lamp light down
What's that voice we're hearing?
We should be sleeping
Could that be someone who's weeping?

Maybe she's there
Maybe there's nothing to see
It's just a trace of what used to be

The girl in the other room
She darkens her lash
And blushes
She seems to look familiar

It is almost poetry. Or shall we say, it IS poetry, of its own kind, lyrical and wonderful, almost a film sequence, fragmentary frames, an oil painting, an afternoon reverie. A dimpling sea of mercury that mirrors an image of a ghostly self in me, immaterial, shivering with the joy of existence, and also angst of having in possession pining youth that's both a blessing and a curse. Am I the Girl in the Other Room? Or am I the one thinking about the Girl in the Other Room? Or both? Or neither? Only time knows. Which, again, is an illusion.


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作者：Slappujudu　　时间：2004-12-4 5:27:33
dear stick, your thoughts almost remind of of esther sama, but then probably no. her constant ''angst'' doesn''t contain melancholy. i actually listened to diana krall''s new album and was playing ''stop this world'' on repeat mode some period months back. and yes her voice is surely sensual and throaty. what i understand about beloved or the to love which paired together will be perfect but taken to be unidirectionally domineering, seems like a a selfish emotional outlet of what i''d say is excessive love that is eager to spread over and devour that ''house'' which quietly and patiently holds those tingling nerves until the emotional tides swell up from inside and eager to conquer another territory-the beloved. mind of a new lover that starts to live in your heart house and unaware it''s changing u in little aspects that amount to a new being recoganizable no longer. and you stare into the mirror grimacing and screaming at the new art work sculpted by a foreigner who comes from his own lonely planet n makes yours his home. dunno what i''m talking about. just suddenly feel that love is selfish. and lovers probably the sweetest enemies.

CELLOPHANEs

Cellophane (From SWEET NOVEMBER, by Amamda Ghost)
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Nobody moves me
I've been through this life with no place that I can call my own
Thinking above me
I never seem to find anybody that can feel like home
And I try and I try and I try.
Funny how it feels when there's nothing to say.
Trapped with my ideals I can't contain
I'm wrapped in cellophane.
Nobody told me obsessive needs were always following me around
And you can't ignore me.
Look at my face and then tell me my place in town
And he's in and she's in and he's in and she's in
And I try and I try and he's in and she's in and he's in and she's in.
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Mister Cellophane (from CHICAGO, by John Reilly) someone loved this song VERY much..was it you or gang..?
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If someone stood up in a crowd
And raised his voice up way out loud
And waved his arm
And shook his leg
You'd notice him

If someone in a movie show
Yelled "fired in the second row,
This whole place is a powder keg!"
You'd notice him

And even without clucking like a hen
Everyone gets noticed, now and then,
Unless, of course, that personage should be
Invisible, inconsequential me!

Cellophane
Mister cellophane
Should have been my name !!!!
Mister cellophane
'cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I'm there!

I tell ya
Cellophane
Mister cellophane
Should have been my name
Mister cellophane
'cause you can look right through me walk right by me
And never know I'm there. . .

Suppose you was a little cat
Residin' in a person's flat
Who fed you fish and scratched your ears?
You'd notice him

Suppose you was a woman wed
And sleepin' in a double bed beside one man for seven years
You'd notice him

A human being's made of more than air
With all that bulk, you're bound to see him there

Unless that human bein' next to you
Is unimpressive, undistinguished
You know who. . .

Should have been my name
Mister cellophane
'cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I'm there
I tell ya
Cellophane
Mister cellophane
Should have been my name
Mister cellophane
'cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I'm there
Never even know I'm there


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作者：Slappujudu　　时间：2004-11-30 9:15:10

it''s gang who''s so fascinated n obsessed with cellophane!! haha, i love it too though! i love that guy''s voice!!he''s a damn brilliant performer!

Sweet November Soundtracks

years from now i probably wouldn't be able to recall much of sweet november the movie, probably only comfy blurry impressions of theron's walking away from reeves, over that autumn bridge, gathering her coat around her against the morning chill and walking, walking, on those stunning legs . and maybe also her running and rolling around on that white beach with six incredibly identical and white doggies (species=..?) and that emotional medicine cabinet/bathroom scene, and driving license exam and the big brown paper bag..alright alright, already a lot...funny that i don't remember reeves at all..perhaps except that silly wig present. how sad.

BUT, years and years from now i'd still remember that the soundtrack is fantastic, i am quite certain of that, and almost certain it's quite the same for you, slap. it's something that can be put on infinite repeat and not get me bored or irritated with the constancy for quite a long time. how we crazed about Heart Door (熨衣服~~) and Touched by an Angel (all the time wondering whether the singer was male or female...)and You Deserve to be Loved..which is opium for moments of low self-worth..enjoy!

Heart Door

There is a diamond inside of me that lights up the sky of my soul
Where fell the diamond when I believed that all of the hurt was my fault

I'm opening the heart door, letting in the light
Opening the heart door and giving life to me that died

You ended up so with that person who comes home too late from the bar
I ended up so when my courage could finally walk on its own
When I finally opened the door

I'm opening the heart door, letting in the light
Opening the heart door and giving life to me that died

You ended up so with that person who comes home too late from the bar
I ended up so when my courage could finally walk on its own
When I finally opened the heart door

Touched by an Angel

And when she walked in the room
After so many years
He looked up and saw her
He was standing at the crossroads
She was moving in slow motion
Everything was the same
Except that everything was different

In that very moment, everyone was silent
And everyone was friendly
For the first time in years
Everyone was smiling
Though their pain was apparent
And the floor was wet and slippery
With the tracks of their tears

And when I see someone standing
At the side of the stage
Not standing in the shadows
I see her face
Glowing in the darkness
In her own angel way
"I have come to make you better
I have come to take you away."

No one slipped and fell
This time, everyone was steady
Someone held my arm so that
I would not fall
For the fist time, in a long time
Everyone was ready
No one said a word
And that simply said it all

And then I see someone standing
At the side of the stage
Not standing in the shadows
I see her face
Glowing in the darkness
In her own angel way
"I have come to make you better
I have come... to take you away."
I'll make you better

Walking through the room together
In suspended animation
No one saw us go, no one said goodbye
But in my heart I leave
Great expectations
That you will find the answers
To your questions
And that life will once more
Be a celebration
And that you will be touched by an angel
And that you will be touched by an angel
And that you will be touched by an angel

Celebration
Someday
Someday, someday
Celebration

The Consequences of Falling

are you breathing
what i'm breathing
are your wishes
the same as mine

fire you needing
what i'm needing
i'm waiting for a sign

my hands tremble
my heart aches
is it you calling
if i'm alone in this
i don't think i can face

the consequences of falling
are you thinking
what i'm thinking
does your pulse
quicken like mine

are you dreaming
what i'm dreaming
i can't read your mind
one step towards you
two steps back
feels like i'm crawling

if i'm alone in this
i don't think i can face
the consequences of falling

My Number

Showers pounding out a new beat
I trade my old shoes for new feet
I grab a new seat
I don't like the one I got
The fabric's wearing through
And it's wearing me out
You're wearing me down

Watching old baseball games
And low budget telethons
Ain't like watching you yourself
When you yourself is on
Got time to wander to waste and to whine
But when it comes to you,
It seems like I just can't find the time

So watch your head and then watch the ground
It's a silly time to learn to swim when you start to drown
It's a silly time to learn to swim on the way down

If I gave you my number
Would it still be the same
If I saved you from drowning?
Promise me you'll never go away
Promise me you'll always stay

Closed down the last local zoo
I'm gonna win the endless war
Over who kills the last koala bear
And who in death will love him more and I
He grabs me by the hand
Drags me to the shore and says
Maybe you don't love me
But you'll grow to love me even more

And I well I'm not surprised

If I gave you my number
Would it still be the same
If I saved you from drowning?
Promise me you'll never go away
Promise me you'll always stay

Showers pounding out a new beat
I trade my old shoes for new feet
I grab a new seat
I don't like the one I got
The fabric's wearing through
And it's wearing me out
You're wearing me down

So watch your head and then watch the ground
It's a silly time to learn to swim when you start to drown
It's a silly time to learn to swim on the way down

If I gave you my number
Would it still be the same
If I saved you from drowning?
Promise me you'll never go away
Promise me you'll always stay

Only Time

Who can say where the road goes,
Where the day flows?
Only time...

And who can say if your love grows,
As your heart chose?
Only time...

[chants]

Who can say why your heart sighs,
As your love flies?
Only time...

And who can say why your heart cries,
When your love dies?
Only time...

[chants]

Who can say when the roads meet,
That love might be,
In your heart.

And who can say when the day sleeps,
If the night keeps all your heart?
Night keeps all your heart...

[extended chants]

Who can say if your love grows,
As your heart chose?
Only time...

And who can say where the road goes,
Where the day flows?
Only time...

Who knows?
Only time...

Who knows?
Only time...

You Deserve to be Loved

Mind your manners, watch your ways
Be a good boy, just behave
What's wrong with you?
Settle down keep your two feet on the ground
Sit up straight, stand up tall
Never falter, never fall

I stay in school
Make the grade
Never fail and never fade
Be a hero, be a star
Anything but what you are

Find a girl to possess
Always pay, pursue, protect
Be a master, be a slave
Work your way into an early grave

But you deserve to be loved
You deserve something real
It's time to heal, time to feel...love

Daddy's favourite little girl
Dress up in your mommy's pearls
Serve his breakfast in his bed
Earn a little kiss on the forehead
You are sugar, you are spice
You are growing up so nice
Paint your nails, paint your face
Paint around the empty space
Find a man who can provide
Try to fill the how inside
With a family and a home
Tell yourself you're not alone
Keep the memories of yourself
In a shoebox on the closet shelf

But you deserve to be loved
You deserve something real
It's time to heal, time to feel...love

I know somebody loves you
Somebody, somebody love you


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作者：Slappujudu　　时间：2004-11-30 9:10:19

I DO LOVE THAT SOUNDTRACKKKKKKKK!!!! the pictures i remember from sweety nov, slow dance at the old house, 6 o''clock shadow cast by the slanting faded rays, the dust slowly rising in gentle whirls, circling them as they danced, as charlize clumsily stepped on reeve''s shoes (and she was wearing bulky earth shoes!! how i love them, and her scarves too!!! so many colourful scarves!!!! and most of the clothes she wears in that movie!!! great wardrobe!), they walking side by side on the beach, reeves singing in the end(how hilarious, hahahahahha, wearing a white tuxedo and black waistband hahaha), charlize smiling, charlize talking, stunning legs, stnning figures, radiant smiles, lovely hair, lovely dress hahaha, charlize here, charlize there, keanu where hahaha. yeah, my fav scene is they dancing in that house, with the story told by reeves about ''his father'', how he shut himself in that small room and listening to the 80s, and reeves desperately wanted to be a singer coz that''s everything his father''s not, and that house became a heart''s scar, haunted. but i have to say that the general plot is really crap though. oh, how can we forget those transvestites downstairs????!!! although their cooking''s great.