控制一下你野马般的思路！

这张碟很完整, 从PROLOGUE 到EPILOGUE, 一气呵成,是个完整的故事. 碟里每首歌都是故事的一个章节, 前后呼应. 所以我一般也都会完整地听. 这是一张概念碟, 讲述了PETER 在一间HOSPICE (给晚期病人的安养院) 中工作的时候爱上了他在照顾的一个叫SYLVIA 的癌症晚期女生.

*Before diving into this, I think some background would be useful. When she was younger, she had nightmares. She had scissor-pain and phantom limbs, and things that kept her nervous though that twelve-year interim. When she fell crossing that street (south of Houston, old Manhattan-land), those nightmares fell from building tops and took her by the hand.

She was brought into those rooms with sliding curtains and shining children's heads. One of them, that boy, was not as luck as she them. (Years later, he would return to her at night, just when she thought she might have fallen asleep. As she would later describe to me, he face would be up against hers, and she'd be to terrified to speak.)

Now, I won't pretend I understand, because I can't and know I never will. But something makes her sting, and something makers her kill. It made her crawl under that house, and sticker her head under the stove...well, my point is all of this is that it's all connected in these complicated nightmares that we wove.

I wish that I had known in that first minute we met, the unpayable debt that I owed you. Because you'd been abused by that bone that refused you, and you hired me to make up for that. Walking in that room when you had tubes in your arms, those singing morphine alarms out of tune kept you sleeping and even, and I didn't believe them when they called you a hurricane thunderclap.

When I was checking vitals I suggested a smile. You didn't talk for awhile, you were freezing. You said you hated my tone, it made you feel so alone, and so you told me i ought to be leaving. But something kept me standing by that hospital bed, I should have quit but instead I took care of you. You made me sleep and uneven, and I didn't believe them when they told me there was no saving you.

"Please, curtains in. Start us off...You swing first. Sorry. I don't know what I said, but you're crying now again, and that only makes it worse. Let me do my job. let me do my job.

Sylvia, get your head out of the oven. Go back to screaming, and cursing, remind me again how everyone betrayed you. Sylvia, get your head out of the covers. Let me take your temperature, you can throw the thermometer right back at me, if that's what you want to do, okay?

Please. please calm down. Steady out, I'm terrified. Sorry, I wand us to ally, but you swing on little knives. They're only sharp on one side. Let me do my job. Let me do my job.

Sylvia, can't you see what you are doing? Can't you see I'm scared to speak, and I hate my voice 'cause it only makes you angry. Sylvia, I only talk when you are sleeping. That's when I tell you everything. And I imagine that somehow you're going to hear me..."

I'd happily take all those bullets inside you and put them inside of myself

In the middle of the night I was sleeping sitting up, when a doctor came to tell me, "Enough is Enough"

He brought me out into the hall ( I could have sworn it was haunted), and told me something that I didn't know that I wanted to hear: That there was nothing that I could do to save you, the choirs gonna sing, and this thing is gonna kill you. Something in my throat made my next words shake, and something in the wires made the light bulbs break. there was glass inside my feet and raining down from the ceiling, it opened up the scars that had just finished healing. It tore apart the canyon running down your femur, (I though that i twas beautiful, it made me a believer.) And as it opened I could hear you howling from  your room, but I hid out in the hall until the hurricane blew. When I reappeared and tried to give you something for the pain you came to hating me again, and just sang your refrain:

You had a new dream, it was more like a nightmare. You were just a little kid, and they cut your hair, then they stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying. They should have listened, they thought that you were lying. Daddy was an asshole, he fucked you up, build the gears in your head, now he greases them up. And no one paid attention when you just stopped eating. "Eighty seven pounds!" and this all bears repeating.

"tell me when you think we became so unhappy, wearing silver rings with nobody clapping. When we moved here together we were so disappointed, sleeping out of tune with our dreams disjointed. It killed me to see you getting always rejected, but I didn't mind the things you threw, the phones i deflected. I didn't mind you blaming me for you mistakes, I just held you in the door frame though all of the earthquakes. But you packed up your clothes in that bag every night, and I would try to grab your ankles(what a pitiful sight.) but after over a year, I stopped trying to stop you from stomping out that door, coming back like you always do. Well no ones gonna fix it for us, no one can.

"You say that, 'No one's gonna listen, and no one understands.'

"So there's no open doors, and there's no way to get though, there's no other witnesses, just us two."

There's two people living in one small room, from your two half-families tearing at you, two ways to tell the story(no one worries), two silver rings on our fingers in a hurry, two people talking inside your brain, two people believing that I'm the one to blame, two different voices coming out of your mouth, while I'm too cold to care and too sick to shout.

Shiva 死神

Suddenly every machine stopped at once, And the monitors beeped the last time. Hundreds of thousands of hospital beds And all of them empty but mine.  Well, I was lying down with my feet in the air, Completely unable to move. The bed was misshaped, and awkward and tall And clearly intended for you.  You checked yourself out when you put me to bed. And tore that old band off your wrist. But you came back to see me for a minute or less, And left me your ring in my fist My hair started growing, my face became yours. My femur was breaking in half The sensation was scissors and too much to scream. So instead, I just started to laugh.  Suddenly every machine stopped at once And the monitors beeped the last time Hundreds of thousands of hospital beds And all of them empty but mine   

Epilogue

In a nightmare, I am falling from the ceiling into bed beside you
You're asleep, I'm screaming, shoving you to try to wake you up
And like before, you've got no interest in the life you live when you're awake
Your dreams still follow storylines, like fictions you would make

So I lie down against your back, until we're both back in the hospital
But now it's not a cancer ward, we're sleeping in the morgue
Men and women in blue and white, they are singing all around you
With heavy shovels holding earth, you're being buried to you neck
In that hospital bed, being buried quite alive now
I'm trying to dig you out but all you want is to be buried there together

You're screaming
And cursing
And angry
And hurting me
And then smiling
And crying
Apologizing

I've woken up, I'm in our bed, but there's no breathing body there beside me
Someone must have taken you while I was stuck asleep
But I know better as my eyes adjust
You've been gone for quite a while now, and I don't work there in the hospital
(They had to let me go)

When I try to move my arms sometimes, they weigh too much to lift
I think you buried me awake (my one and only parting gift)
But you return to me at night just when I think I may have fallen asleep
Your face is up against mine, and I'm too terrified to speak

You're screaming
And cursing
And angry
And hurting me
And then smiling
And crying
Apologizing   

 

Pearl Jam[5], Dave Matthews Band, Tenacious D, Incubus, Bat for Lashes, Black Eyed Peas, M.I.A., Jason Mraz, Ween, The Mars Volta, Thievery Corporation, Modest Mouse, Band of Horses, TV on the Radio, The Dead Weather, Atmosphere, Tom Jones, Silversun Pickups, Robert Randolph and the Family Band • The National, Q-Tip, Brett Dennen, Built to Spill, Mastodon, Raphael Saadiq, Calexico, Os Mutantes, Midnite, JJ Grey & MOFRO, Kinky, Deerhunter, Lila Downs, Trombone Shorty & Orleans Avenue, The Dodos, Bettye LaVette, Dengue Fever, Heartless Bastards, The Dirtbombs, Lenka, Akron/Family, John Vanderslice, Matt and Kim, Portugal. The Man, The Morning Benders, The Duke Spirit, Zee Avi, Blind Pilot, Sambada, Ryan Bingham, West Indian Girl, Extra Golden

然后今年..不仅少了一天就算了, 少一天你也给我LINEUP 请的够一点啊,居然这么多人里我最想看的就是STROKES..
Further featuring Phil Lesh and Bob Weir, The Strokes, My Morning Jacket, Gogol Bordello, The Levon Helm Band, Cat Power, Wolfmother, Bassnectar, Pretty Lights, Tokyo Police Club, Beats Antique, Rebirth Brass Band, Wild Beasts, Sierra Leone's Refugee All Stars, Daniel Lanois' Black Dub, Langhorne Slim, Mayer Hawthorne and The County, The Pimps of Joytime, Electric Six, Dawes, The Soft Pack
Kings of Leon, Phoenix, Social Distortion, Al Green, Nas and Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley, Empire of the Sun, Chromeo, Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros, The Temper Trap, Janelle Monae, Amos Lee, The Devil Makes Three, Alexander O'Neal, The Budos Band, Aterciopelados, Garage a Trois featuring Stanton Moore, Marco Benevento, Skerik and Mike Dillon, People Under the Stairs, Vieux Farka Toure, Nneka, The Whigs, Little Wings

 

New York City Cops
The Modern Age
Hard to Explain
What Ever Happened?
You Only Live Once
Soma
Is This It
Vision of Division
I Can't Win
Reptilia
Last Nite

Encore:
Juicebox
Someday
Under Control
Take It Or Leave It

诶丫我跟你们说，老子在洛杉矶生活了整整10年，守着beverly hills, bel air，好莱乌，却愣是从没见过喘气儿的好莱乌大明星！话说主治医生同意咱自由活动的第二天，老子就活蹦乱跳地来到了hipster 聚集的amoeba看眼活着的哈比特人ELIJAH WOOD是吧～ 恩。。我就是他上台两个小时前才偶然看到这个消息的 然后觉得自己忒奶奶的幸运了～然后就屁颠屁颠儿地跑去了

话说旧金山跟berkeley 的amoeba 我已经都见识过了，守在家门口的amoeba却还真是第一次去。应该是三家里最大的一间了。都是分布了各年龄层的hipster，满眼的潮人看着真是养眼。。尤其是卧床在家整整一个月后。

因为去的时候他已经转了一个小时了，所以就在后面徘徊了一下照了几张很模糊的照片。。不过其实也还好啦。在美国大家见到大明星也未免都太蛋定了。。这是魔戒的男一号诶。

不愧是大明星。。。跟个路人闲聊也能面部表情如此丰富。。。

可你这笑得也太尴了吧。。－ － 

最后还被犀利地看了一眼...

好了完了。

明天去看自由职业鲸鱼。后天开北加吃sushi，大后天去outside lands 看the strokes。能够自由活动的生活真美好。

这是08年夏天radiohead in rainbows 在美国一半的巡演路程。

今年年底radiohead 会发行新专辑，如果跟前年差不多的路程的话，那么2011年的夏天我将会自己开车，跟着radiohead的巡演大巴，完成同样的旅程。就算没有能力横跨美国大陆，起码也要跑完美国西部的所有演出。

躺在床上哭其实避免不了，但总不能够永远这样下去。

有了radiohead跟独自开车横跨美国的目标，现在经受的这一切似乎都不那么糟糕了。