Dry County

曼人

Bon Jovi


' g1 w6 A' v& A3 y[ 本帖最后由 曼人 于 2008-7-13 01:17 编辑 ]

曼人

N年前我偶尔看到这支MV,当时被这个MTV震住了,乐队一帮人出现在烈日炎炎的中西部沙漠里,所有人都穿着黑色圆领短袖T恤和牛仔裤/靴,背后是漫天飞舞的黄沙,乐队在干涸的已经龟裂的地上摆开乐器音箱...伴随着这些画面Video上先后打出两行字 ------
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    ALL MEN ARE HEROES   IN DREAMS——  S. FREUD

当时我还以为这就是歌名 ，老是找啊找，心里想，怎么还有跟心理学家弗洛伊德同名的乐队或歌手的？找啊找，心里还想，这些人怎么长得这么像Bon jovi的？一直找不到答案，成为心里一大遗憾。结果今天无意中发现那S. FREUD就是西格蒙德·弗洛伊德，那熟悉的面孔就是我的偶像Bon jovi，那声音就是我喜欢的那把声音，我晕倒了好一会可恶 可恶 可恶
我的近视还真不轻！怪不得觉得这句话这么熟悉，原来在更早的N年前就看过了，只不过没放在心上。所以结论，有时问题的答案并不复杂，只是自己太多疑了。

曼人

这是Bon jovi 92年专辑<<Keep the Faith>>,其中的Dry County(干枯村落),时长9分多钟,抗议政府由于过度开采石油等资源而使得北美印地安原著民的生存环境被严重破坏...

曼人

Cross the border they turn water into wine
$ d8 h! g, k) [; w8 \7 b& GSome say it's the devil's blood
They squeezing from the vine
Some say it's a savior
In these hard and deseprated times
- A$ T7 x1 Y$ o* S9 g8 pIt seems to help me to forget
And we're just born to die
* s" y# P8 P3 T' v" qI came here like so many did
' ~. g* ^8 B" y5 x+ \, uTo find a better life
To find my piece of easy street
5 A4 z+ _$ w0 E0 |+ w  RTo finally be alive
$ X8 L6 Y# g' k- V( B2 PI know nothing good comes easy
All good things take some time
; A! C7 ]( h) C9 W, t2 ]$ cI made my bed and I'll lie in it
To die in its crime
You can't help but prosper
Where the streets are paved with gold
2 C/ }0 h* l* s/ KThey say the oil wells ran deeper here
Than anybody's known
; p( J* N7 m) q6 r6 L( ^Now I packed up on my wife and kids and left them back at home
$ o2 ?) e4 ^0 v; ?1 _See there's nothing in this paydirt
The ghosts are all I know
Now the oil's gone
And the money's gone
7 V# s6 H" ^6 W1 W$ G3 h# I2 mAll the jobs are gone
1 `& n- p( S& \5 u8 X& kStill we're hanging on
Down in
Dry county
They were swimming in the sand
Praying for some holy waters
To wash these sins from off our hands
Here in dry county
+ H4 y1 ?1 q2 K8 e& c4 Q0 LThe promise has run dry
8 Q0 ^, h, f, A" Z) g# C- mWhere nobody cries
# `' s4 u% J6 O2 y# F, LAnd no one's getting out of here alive
  F2 O" M4 z. E" Z. o/ Q; sIn the blessed name of Jesus
4 H8 @: [! B/ E4 S, FI heard the preacher say
That we are all god's children
And he'll back someday
I hope that he knew something as he drinks that cup of wine
  ]* U( l6 B( n% JThat I don't have to have too good of feelings
& T) r( K& d. l& V" M( UAs I head out to the night
% \, ?9 \0 {" _# f: |8 q' E0 ZI cursed the sky to open
) C- @5 x5 L, w0 cI begged the clouds for rain
I prayed to god for water
For it's burning in my vain
% v9 U, p7 G  B1 Z7 YIt was like my soul's on fire
1 n* B) Y3 l& W2 \Now I have to watch the flames
3 p' d: k4 W4 z1 V& n" ZAll my dreams went up in ashes
7 d" Z" ^0 w8 jAnd my future blew away
; L( [; s5 O+ f7 _# eNow the oil's gone
" T/ l9 \* Y2 y& o; _2 U0 `And the money's gone
1 t3 t+ [7 r/ zAll the jobs are gone
Still we're hanging on
, W; z" c2 M8 ^, \: k4 z: }2 b* J& G" _Down in
Dry county
. Z) u3 c$ U4 m# z4 V( t9 zThey were swimming in the sand
Praying for some holy waters
" N* c, y* U: s  `, |' z! oTo wash these sins from off our hands
+ G  p9 f7 ?& B' {! c) o- fHere in dry county
The promise has run dry
Where nobody cries
! \6 T  @  O- @& N, V3 K2 M9 zAnd no one's getting out of here alive
4 h+ v/ H2 K, FMen spent their whole life waiting praying for some big reward
It seem sometimes they pay off leaves
4 i3 e5 N4 D. U# C6 P, G* BYou feeling like a dirty hole
If I could choose the way I'll die
$ v$ Z6 j* r8 jMake it by the gun or knife
'Cause the other ways there's too much pain
Night after night after night after night....
Down in dry county
- u; ]5 d3 U* J/ }0 s. WThey're swimming in the sand
Praying for some holy water
To wash the sins from off our hand
/ v1 t! _" v$ y* k1 vHere in dry county
6 s7 O5 k+ V' r; v2 D* n; m+ UThe promise has run dry
8 G4 X" a* j8 {( PWhere nobody cries
And no one's getting out of here alive
7 Q. S! W8 B+ o8 c8 d9 |Dry county
: i( f& y" A' |And no one's getting out of here alive
9 f- @+ h* x0 D# ~4 vDry county