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今天才看到封面，封面也很神化。那么balaklava的封面描述的理应是巴拉克拉瓦之战的情形吧？突然觉得有更神秘的情形要追踪下去了。今天把以前没下全的专辑补全了一下。听起来像piper at the gates of dawn，不是那张专辑，就是像“黎明门前的吹笛手”这么一个情景，很有画面感，所以就取了这个语句来形容它了。

翻唱了LEONARD COHEN的Suzanne，想看完整的歌词，以前似乎破浪里有出现歌词的一部分。后来看到歌词底下还附着一大篇评论，一起贴上来随便看看吧。还有This Mortal Coil翻唱的The Use of Ashes里的Jeweller，也一度很喜欢很喜欢过。

Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.

And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.

Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that you can trust her
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.

以下为：

Review about SUZANNE

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Leonard Cohen's masterpiece | Reviewer: Steve Borrow | 9/29/2008

This is a song about sailors, those of us set loose on the seas of chance and seeking to find meaning and love from all of the confusion. It is Leonard Cohen’s masterpiece, apparently inspired by a real woman.

Suzanne is presented as a mysterious woman who, at one level is a mystic who holds up a mirror to the narrator, the looking glass self that enables him to find truth. At another level she is a siren, a mythical being, half woman and half fish, thought to have drawn sailors to their death by the irresistible allure of their beauty and exquisite singing.

She draws our narrator to the edge of his journey, down to the harbour, a transit point where sailors pull into port to find emotional sustenance from time to time when on their life’s journey.

He finds her oddly irresistible, not withstanding her apparent imperfections and, when the rational begins to intrude, is overwhelmed by her exotic sexuality and aroma (“tea and oranges that come all the way from china”, orange pekoe perhaps?). He succumbs to that temporary madness only true romantics know about: the fusion of two selves into one. Or, perhaps, he succumbs to the power of a truth she reveals.

Jesus is also a sailor, a seeker of divine meaning who announces that: “all men will be sailors then until the sea shall free them”. The allusion to Jesus is a commentary on the soul of man confined to its physical manifestation until death. Here, the metaphor of the sailor awash upon the seas of experience until the waters claim him or her at last (“Sea shall freed them”) is extended, and the soul – the pure manifestation of self – is freed at the time of death. Jesus was aware of his sacrifice and waited until “drowning men” or those in need of salvation could feel his love.

Then we return to Suzanne and perhaps the most beautiful verse the great man has written:-

“Now Suzanne takes your hand and she leads you to the river. She is wearing rags and feathers from Salvation Army counters, and the sun pours down like honey on our lady of the harbour, and she shows you where to look among the garbage and the flowers; there are heroes in the seaweed; there are children in the morning; they are leaning out for love; and they will lean that way forever; While Suzanne holds the mirror; and you want to travel with her; and you want to travel blind; and you know that you can trust her, for she's touched your perfect body with her mind”.

In her passion and the affect she is having on the narrator, Suzanne has made the mundane seem surreal and magical. Again, at one level she has a saintly quality, our Lady of The Harbour. She is able to find beauty and truth among the physical corruption thrown up and rejected on the shores of the harbour. In the context of the metaphor of the sailor, these have been overlooked by the narrator as he has journeyed through life. There are heroic deeds and the promise of procreation and rebirth in the discarded remnants of his path ("garbage" and "seaweed").

On the other level, Sirens were known to hold up mirrors and admire their own beauty, but here Leonard Cohen’s Siren is perhaps projecting a narcissistic vision of her own dreaming, and for the moment the narrator is seduced by it. He is temporarily blinded to the decadence of her clothing and physical surrounds. He has reached the place only drowning men have been: a place that can only be reached by surrender to profound sensibility and repudiation of reason. He wants to follow her because his being has merged with hers and he is no longer able to check his decent.

James Taylor has just released a new version of this song with Yo Yo Ma accompanying him on cello.

还没完。略微怀着偷窥的心理又看了这另外一条留言。

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 Not about Heroin - ask Bob, stupid. | Reviewer: Steve Borrow
    ------ About the song Mr. Tambourine Man performed by Bob Dylan

It’s a mistake many listeners make in reducing all of Bob Dylan’s lyrics to the level of simple narrative. Some of his writings are at that level, but not this one. The writer himself has repudiated this crude suggestion that it is about a drug trip. The shaman in most cultures will use some mind altering substance to get to that other world. Have a look at Nigel Spivey’s brilliant BBC documentary “How Art Made the World”. In one episode he seeks to unlock the meaning of some ancient African rock paintings that have defied interpretation for centuries. Nigel is privileged to witness a sacred ceremony in which a shaman enters a trance like state, and when he does he crosses over to the world depicted in the enigmatic paintings. Of course all of this is conducted in the context of “jingle jangle” music supplied by indigenous percussionists. The music transports the shaman into a world where “all memory and fate is driven deep beneath the waves”. All recollection and extrapolation are surrendered as he enters the continent of the unconscious mind. The crude drug interpretation cannot explain who this mysterious Tambourine Man is.

回到正题，有一首叫Ring Thing很好听，在Balaklava里面。

今天整理移动硬盘的时候看到马马以前因为害怕手机坏掉而备份在我电脑里面的相片，这个是大一时候的马马，卷发。是不是跟现在看起来很不一样呢？在我看来是的。每次我质问：以前的小强强呢？马马都会说：强强在天水看电视！

我本来想工作能彻底改变我，三周之后我又回到了以前的样子。今天我想再一次问：有什么我能帮忙吗？我就知道那堵谁都解决不了谁都不想解决的景墙会再一次回到我手上。于是我决定将这句话留到下个星期一再问。然后我度过了上班以来最闲的一天。

我总是杂念太多。总是想做最喜欢的事情然后把整个生活都投入进去。总是有完美的推动力，把每次挪动手脚都太当一回事。戒烟本身不难，问题是生活里总是会再有难题。

所以下个星期一，我会很开心地问：有什么我能帮忙吗？就算我的帮忙依旧这么不完美，但是坚持做一件也许很不适合自己的事情，自有它看不见的意义所在。

我们就这样坐在床边上，我第一次渴望你更了解我一点。如果我有勇气，我应该严肃地批评你，如果这所有同自然界高山一样伟岸的精神都没能给你任何启发。愿我的虚弱再一次给我力量吧。

最近店里出来的版本翻译为故城风雪行。很天才的电影，给人无限遐想与灵感的形式感，思想上也并不空虚，深沉有趣。在摄影棚里做出来的复古拼贴镜头和剪影动画都非常新奇，单纯一张画面就完全达到了高级平面设计师的水平。

因为最近的很多事情让我对形式感失去了兴致，或者说我从来对电影的形式感都没有那么大的兴致。但这完完全全不影响这部电影的出色，所以，推荐一下。

那么最近那些让我对形式感失去兴致的事情呢？我整理清楚到了适当的时候还是很想认真的说出来。

在此之前，所有的人都可以去再看一遍牯岭街少年杀人事件，我是说去再看一遍，然后再次清醒。