music

 

在最近的手边拿来的一本垃圾书上看到一句自己喜欢的话 – 我们比自己意识到的还要浅薄。

不过，就算知道这样，又能如何。

 

终于有所进步，终于天气变冷，等着下雪。

maison martin margiela

 

where to go next??

 

 

six blade knife

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s slow, but sort of good song.

不会说话的爱情

 

http://you.video.sina.com.cn/b/1520344-1227719177.html

 

绣花绣的累了吧 牛羊也下山喽
我们烧自己的房子和身体 生起火来

解开你的红肚带 洒一床雪花白
普天下所有的水 都在你眼中荡开

没有窗亮着灯 没有人在途中
我们的木床唱起歌儿 说幸福它走了

我最亲爱的妹呀 我最亲爱的姐呀
我最可怜的皇后 我屋旁的小白菜

日子快到头了 果子也熟透了
我们最后一次收割对方 从此仇深似海

你去你的未来 我去我的未来
我们只能在彼此的梦境里 虚幻的徘徊

徘徊在你的未来 徘徊在我的未来
徘徊在水里火里汤里 冒着热气期待

期待更美的人到来 期待更好的人到来
期待我们的灵魂附体 重新回来
重新回来 重新回来

http://vhead.blog.sina.com.cn/player/outer_player.swf?auto=1&vid=1520344&uid=1227719177

rock

 

在 YouTube 里看了两遍何勇的 钟鼓楼，最喜欢的是开头他说，三弦演奏，何玉升，我的父亲。

Welcome

 

Download this song, close the door, sing with him.

When I was a young boy my father took me into the city
to see a marching band
He said ‘Son when you grow up, would you be, the saviour of the broken, the beaten and the damned?’
He said ‘Will you, defeat them, your demons, and all the non-believers, the plans that they have made?
Because one day I’ll leave you a phantom to lead you in the summer to join the Black Parade.’
WHEN I WAS A YOUNG BOY, MY FATHER TOOK ME INTO THE CITY
TO SEE A MARCHING BAND!
HE SAID ‘SON WHEN YOU GROW UP, WOULD YOU BE, THE SAVIOUR OF THE BROKEN, THE BEATEN AND THE DAMNED?!’
Sometimes I get the feeling
She’s watching over me
And other times I feel like I should go
And through it all; the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets
And when you come we watch you want to know
We’ll carry on
We’ll carry on
and though you’re singing, god believe me
Your memory will carry on
You’ll carry on
And in my heart I can’t contain it
The end of world is waiting
Your romances you reel in from decimated dreams
Your misery and hate will kill us all!
So paint it black and take it back
And let’s shout aloud at prayer!
Defy unto the end we hear the call!
So carry on
We’ll carry on
and though your singing, god believe me
Your memory will carry on
And carry on
And though you’re broken and defeated
Your weary widow marches
On and on we carry through the fears
Disappointed faces of your peers
Take a look at me
Cause I could not care at all
Do or die
You’ll never make me
Because I won’t
You’ll never take my heart
And though they try
They’ll never break me
They want it all
They wanna break this heart
I won’t explain
Or say I’m sorry
I’m not ashamed
I’m gonna show my scar
Give the chair
Now while I’m broken
Listen here!
And listen to me!
I’m just a man,
I’m not a hero
Just a boy
Now let him sing this song
I’m just a man
I’m not a hero
I don’t care
We’ll carry on
We’ll carry on
And though you’re singing, god believe me
Your memory will carry on
You’ll carry on
And though you’re broken and defeated
Your weary widow marches on!