孤单旅途上的陪伴,百天聆听

本身的房间少之甚少开灯......大多数时辰亮着的唯有显示屏而已,然后要音箱的声息填满全部房间,蜷缩在椅子里,就着比一点都不大破风扇轻轻格拉拉做响的动静,听新找到的音乐,差不离受这么的空气影响,方今听得东西都有类同的风格,安静得,略带忧虑气质的,温柔的,精致的,明日要引入的那张Music For Tourists也属此类。

Chapter Three: On the road to London

Oliver didn't know where to go. He walked for a long time and he was very tired. He sat down on a milestone to rest. The milestone said:LONDON 70 miles.

"London!" he thought. "Mr Bumble can't find me in London!" So, Oliver began walking again.

Oliver walked 20 miles the first day. He ate only one piece of bread with some water. At night he slept near the road. The next morning he was cold and hungry. He bought some bread with his only penny . He walked 12 miles that day. As the days passed Oliver became very weak . A kind man gave him some bread and cheese . A poor old lady gave him some food and gentle words.

On the seventh day Oliver was exhausted . He arrived in a little town near London. He sat near the road to rest.

Then a strange boy looked at Oliver and said, "Hello! What's the matter?"

The boy had big ears and little eyes. He was short. He was Oliver's age. He wore a long man's coat and a man's hat. Oliver told him his sad story.

"Come with me!" said the strange boy. "I can help you." He smiled and took Oliver to an inn. At the inn, Oliver had bread, ham , and something to drink. "I feel better," said Oliver.

The boy smiled and asked, "Are you going to London?"

"Yes," answered Oliver.

"Do you want a place to sleep?" "Oh, yes please," said Oliver.

"I slept outside in the cold for seven nights."

"Stay with me! I know an old man in London. You can sleep at his house."

Oliver was happy to accept his help.

"My name's Jack Dawkins, but they call me 'Dodger'." The two boys walked to the big city together.

It was almost 11 p.m. when they arrived in London. Oliver followed Dodger. He looked at the small, dirty streets and the old houses. The ground was wet. Everything was ugly. There was an awful smell everywhere.

Dodger stopped in front of an old, black house. He and Oliver went up some broken stairs. They entered a dark, dirty room. There were a lot of young boys. There was an ugly old man near the fire. He had red hair and a red beard. He wore dirty clothes. He smiled at Oliver and said, "I'm happy to meet you. I'm Fagin."

Oliver looked at all the handkerchiefs hanging in the room.

Fagin said, "We washed them. Now sit down and eat some sausages."

Oliver was happy to eat some hot food in a warm room. He soon fell asleep.

The next morning Oliver woke up late. Fagin prepared a cup of coffee. He turned around and looked at Oliver. Oliver closed his eyes and didn't move.

Fagin thought, "Oliver is still asleep." So he took a box from a secret place in the floor. He put the box on the table and opened it. He took out many beautiful watches and splendid jewels. Suddenly, Fagin saw Oliver wake up. Fagin quickly closed the box. He was angry and said, "Why are you awake ?"

"I'm sorry, sir. I just opened my eyes," said Oliver.

"Uh, did you see those pretty things?" asked Fagin.

"Yes, sir," said Oliver.

"I'm an old man and they are all I have. Now go and wash your face."

Oliver thought, "Fagin must be a miser . He lives in a dirty place and has many jewels."

At that moment Dodger and his friend Charley Bates arrived.They all sat down and had breakfast.

"Did you boys work this morning?" Fagin asked.

"Yes, we did. Look, here are some wallets and some handkerchiefs."

Chapter Four: Fagin's Game

After breakfast Fagin and the two boys played a strange game. The old man put a wallet, a watch, some money and some handkerchiefs in his pocket . Then he walked around the room. The boys followed him.

Sometimes he stopped. "I'm looking at a shop window," he said, "I'm talking to a friend." The boys moved quickly and took the things from his pockets.

"Good! Well done!" said Fagin, or,"No! I felt that! Try again!"

They played the game many times. Oliver watched and laughed a lot.

"Do you want to play the game, Oliver?" Fagin asked.

"Yes, please," Oliver said. He wanted to play too. Soon he was good at the game. "You're a good boy, Oliver," said Fagin.

When the game was over two young ladies came to visit Dodger and Charley Bates. One was called Bet and the other Nancy. Their hair was long and their dresses were dirty.

One morning Fagin said to Oliver, "You can go out with Dodger and Charley Bates today." Oliver was happy and excited. He wanted to work. He followed the two boys to the market. They walked very slowly.

Suddenly Dodger stopped. "Be quiet !" he said. "Do you see that old man near the bookshop? He's perfect."

The old man was in front of the bookshop window. Dodger and Charley Bates went behind the old man. Dodger put his hand in the old man's pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. He gave it to Charley Bates and they both ran away.

Oliver immediately understood the strange game. He also understood the mystery of Fagin's watches and jewels. He began to run. At that moment the old man put his hand in his pocket. He did not find his handkerchief. He turned around and cried,

"Stop thief !" Other people cried, "Stop thief!" Dodger and Charley Bates cried, "Stop thief!" Everyone ran after poor Oliver.

Oliver ran and fell. A policeman caught him and said, "Get up!" "I didn't steal the handkerchief!" cried Oliver. "Two other boys stole it, but they aren't here."

"You're the thief,’ said the policeman.

"No, no! Stop! I work at the bookshop and I saw everything," said another man. "This boy is innocent . Two other boys stole the handkerchief."

Oliver was free. But he was very weak and fell to the ground. The old man was very kind and said, "Oh, the poor boy! Look at his white face. He must come home with me." He called a carriage and took Oliver to his house. The old man's name was Mr Brownlow. He lived in a very nice house in a quiet London street.

When Dodger and Charley Bates arrived home Fagin asked, "Where's Oliver?"

"A policeman took him away," said Dodger.

"What!" cried Fagin. He was furious. "Oliver can tell the police about us.

We must find him."

A strong man opened the door and entered the room. He had dirty clothes.

He was about 35 years old and had angry eyes. His name was Bill Sikes. He was Fagin's friend. An old dog followed him.

"You're angry today, Mr Sikes," said Fagin.

"Give me something to drink, Fagin," said Sikes angrily. Fagin told Sikes about Oliver. Sikes said, "We must find that boy! I have a plan. Listen carefully."

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ChrisGarneau,八个出处相当不够明确的名字,除听时感觉她的嗓门非常中性,细细的假声,用附近呢喃的嗓音轻轻的哼唱着,再认真一点,以致能够听见轻轻的咽口水声。大提琴,小提琴,钢琴是最重视的伴奏乐器,有时加入一丝丝电声做衬。听她迟迟地陈述爱情,商量友情,固然舒缓的点子总似带着一小点担忧,在她的极度的声线不放在心上间就会拉动一点点热度,驱走痛苦。正如专辑名称——Music For Tourists,那是一里卡多·瓦兹·特以在孤独旅途上作为陪伴的专栏。

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Part Four: A Mysterious Visitor

One evening, another visitor came to Thornfield Hall. He was a well-dressed young man with dark hair. He said that his name was Mr Mason,and that he and Mr Rochester were old friends. But Mr Rochester looked alarmed when he saw him. His face turned white.

Mr Rochester and Mr Mason talked for a long time that night. They went to bed very late. I woke up suddenly and heard a terrible scream from the room above my bedroom. Then there was a lot of noise, as if people were fighting. There was another loud scream.

'Help!' I heard a voice shout. 'Rochester! Come quickly! Help me!'

I heard doors opening and the sound of someone running. I put on my clothes and opened my door. All the visitors were awake and standing outside their doors.

'What's happened?' they cried. 'Is there a fire? Who screamed?'

Mr Rochester came down the stairs from the attic. His friends crowded around him, asking him questions. 'Everything is all right,' he told them.

'But what has happened?' someone asked.

'One of the servants had a nightmare that is all. She's a very nervous person. She thought that she saw a ghost, and so she screamed. There is no need to worry. Please go back to bed now.'

One by one, Mr Rochester's friends went back to their rooms. I also went back to my room, but soon afterwards, someone knocked at my door. I

opened it and saw Mr Rochester.

'Jane, can you come with me?' he asked. I knew from his voice that something was very wrong.

'Yes, of course,' I said, and I followed him down the corridor and up the stairs to the attic. He unlocked the door of the attic and we entered the room.

'Wait here,' he said. I stayed outside the door of another room, while he unlocked it and went inside.

Then from behind this door I heard a terrible sound. It sounded like a wounded animal, crying with rage . Once again I heard that cruel,

frightening laugh. Was Grace Poole inside that room? Mr Rochester came out and locked the door again.

'Are you afraid of the sight of blood, Jane?' he asked me.

'I don't think so,' I replied.

'Then come into the room with me,' he said.

I entered the room and saw that Mr Mason was lying on a large bed. His face was pale, and his eyes were closed. His white shirt was covered in blood.

'Is he dead?' I asked.

'No,' Mr Rochester replied. 'He isn't badly hurt, but I must go and call a doctor for him. Will you stay with him until I return?'

Mr Mason moved and tried to speak. Mr Rochester said to him,

'Don't try to talk, Mason. You must not speak to Jane while I am away.'

Mr Rochester left me alone with the injured man. He was away for a long time and I was very frightened. Grace Poole was in the next room, and at any moment she might come in and try to hurt Mr Mason or me.

After a very long time, Mr Rochester came back with the doctor. Mr Rochester said to me,

'Thank you for your help, Jane. Mason is now going to leave Thornfield Hall. The doctor will take him away to be cared for in a safe place.' I helped Mr Rochester and the doctor to get Mr Mason down the stairs and out of the house.

'Take care of him, doctor,' said Mr Rochester. 'Soon he will be well enough to go back to the West Indies.'

But before he got into the carriage, Mr Mason said something very strange.

'Look after her, Rochester. Promise to look after her.'

'Yes,' said Mr Rochester, and his face was very sad. 'I will always look after her.' I wanted to go back to the house and to my bed, but Mr Rochester put his hand on my arm. 'Don't go yet,' he said. 'Walk with me for a while.'

We walked together in the garden.

'What a night that was,' Mr Rochester said. 'Were you afraid, Jane?'

'Yes, I was,' I replied. 'While I waited for you in the attic, I heard something in the next room... I heard a terrible laugh. Was it Grace Poole,

Mr Rochester? Will she go away now?'

'Don't worry about Grace Poole,' he said. He did not look at me as he spoke. 'She will not harm you. It is Mason I fear. I will not be happy until he is back in the West Indies.'

'But Mr Mason is a quiet and gentle man,' I said, surprised. 'I'm sure that he will do what you tell him.'

'No, he'll not hurt me deliberately ,' Mr Rochester replied.

'But he might say something without meaning to, which would do me great harm.'

I was surprised when I heard this. 'Then you must tell him to be careful about what he says.' I said.

Mr Rochester turned to look at me, and he laughed. 'It is not that simple,

Jane,' he said. We went back into the house together.

Relief
整张专辑里笔者最欣赏的一首歌,词曲唱都没有错,喜欢他高音,那高亢的,尾音会稍微发抖的,会从虚弱中透出坚定不移的声响,能够唤起心底最美好的回想。

  I saw the sea come in
  I saw your good old friend
  He walked right passed
  I'll never ask
  I'll never ask again
     
  I saw the sea come in
  I saw your good old friend
  He walked right passed
  I'll never ask
  I'll never ask again
     
  I love the way you dance
  We can work well out
  Don't you miss your chance
  The pain will all grow out
     
  I heard your good old word
  I heard the things you said
  They shuffled in
  I will be the same I'll be the same in red
     
  I heard your good old word
  And I also heard the things you said
  They shuffled in
  I will be the same I'll be the same Goodnight
     
  I love the way you dance
  We can work it all out
  Don't you miss your chance
  The pain will all grow out
     
  I didn't go to see the city
  I went to see it around you
  We can laugh in hell together
  The devil will find you to
     
  Nose to nose
  Eyes on the clouds
  This is what I said
  We never never end
     
  Nose to nose
  Eyes on the clouds
  This is what I said
  We never never end
     
  I saw the sea come in
  I saw your good old friend
  He walked right passed
  I'll never ask, I'll never ask again
  never ask, I'll never ask again

So Far
一旦去网络搜一搜Chris Garneau,会意识这张专辑里最受迎接的大致正是那首so far了。一首哀痛的情歌,满是对过往深深的回想,被时光染上了一层海青黑,在纪念里散发幸福的脾胃。

  Like the touch of my mother's hand on my head
  i'll miss you, too. when i go to bed
  we've ruined all the new pots
  and the metal in the egg crate cots
  but we haven't missed a good day of television yet so far
  but we haven't missed a good day of television yet so far

  The dishwasher's on now
  cleaning somehow
  the baby bits of hamburger helper that dried too soon
  we leave out the milk and it rots
  and the mayonnaise that we get from Tops
  but we haven't missed a day of eating good food yet so far
  but we haven't missed a day of eating good food yet so far

  You love good
  but i think you should
  go home, honey
  cuz we haven't got any money
 
  Like the touch of my mother's hand on my head
  i'll miss you, too. when i go to bed
  we've ruined all the new pots
  and the metal in the egg crate cots
  but we haven't missed a good day of television yet so far
  but we haven't missed a good day of television yet so far

Blue Suede Shoes
那是首散发着慵懒气味的歌,懒懒的电子节拍,克Rees中性的嗓门特色发挥的痛快淋漓,赶紧放出手边的业务来听吧。

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