詩と歌詞    01/06/2006
Ignoring Season's Call
--Terry Lowenstein

Beneath a chiseled pewter sky
woodlands once green,
shiver with the cold.

Dark burnished leaves
tired from carousing with the wind,
lay exhausted in a pile.
As time seems to hold his breath
Winter waits impatiently
to cloak the land in white,

but Fall refusing to be rushed
tarries childlike
ignoring season's call.


--Emerson, Lake & Palmer

Clear the battlefield and let me see
All the profit from our victory.
You talk of freedom, starving children fall.
Are you deaf when you hear the season's call?

Were you there to watch the earth be scorched?
Did you stand beside the spectral torch?
Know the leaves of sorrow turned their face,
Scattered on the ashes of disgrace.

Every blade is sharp; the arrows fly
We're the victims of your armies' lie,
Where the blades of grass and arrows reign
Then there will be very little sorrow,
Very little pain.

Confusion...will be my epitaph
As i cross a cracked and broken path
If we make it, we can all sit back and laugh.

心血来潮来google老头子的新单曲名,结果只找到一首蛮可爱的诗,和Emerson, Lake & Palmer的歌词(1971发行的第二张专辑Tarkus之第六首),这支以三位成员姓氏命名的超级乐团,凭着完美契合的古典与前卫Rock红遍了整个七十年代,相当厉害的三个人,音乐没话说,词也精彩,连封套都设计得个性十足。说起来,1969年组团的话,不知某H有没有听过呢。

Season's Call,真是好名字。=^_^=

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