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没什么好说的，就把它送给你吧！

把它送给你
沙子乐队/刘冬虹
词/曲：臧柯

但愿幸福是我手上的一颗宝石
我要把它送给你
让它在你的头上闪光
照耀你宁静的脸庞
而我的手上只有几道深深皱纹
幸福 也不是那道红色光芒

但愿自由是属于我的一对翅膀
我要把它送给你
让你用它飞向我的梦想
如同你甜美的梦里
而当你醒来的时候 才发觉
漂浮在床上竟是你一夜的悲伤

但愿我是属于我的一笔财富
我要把它送给你
但愿我是属于我的一段时间
我要把它也送给你
但愿我是属于我的小宝贝啊
我要把我也送给你
宝贝宝贝 请你让我闭上眼睛 唔…
我空空的手上没有 宝石
我的翅膀无法带你飞行
你的眼睛看不到我的幻觉
我的心 已四分五裂
我的心 已四分五裂
我的心 已四分五裂
我的心 已四分五裂

不知从何时起喜欢由一首歌来写blog

可能生活太累,能触动人的东西太少了

张佺-四季歌

爱春天的人们，是心地纯洁的人，象那盛开的紫罗兰，象我的朋友一样。
爱夏天的人们，是意志坚强的人，象那冲击岩石的波涛，象我的父亲一样。
爱秋天的人们，是一往情深的人，象那照亮黑夜的月亮，象我的爱人一样。
爱冬天的人们，是胸怀宽广的人，象那融化冰雪的大地，象我的母亲一样。

这是回家这几天的感觉，茫然，无助

面对这样一个长大的地方，挥之不去的是惆怅，很怀恋不能爱

自己还是只能养活自己而已，面对日渐苍老的亲人，自己漂泊多年还未敬过什么孝心...

一年一度的春节晚会提醒了我,我又大了一岁！

什么梦想思想理想幻想全都变了味儿

我们没有未来!

dirty old town
 歌手：pogues     专辑：rum sodomy and the lash 
I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed a girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Clouds a drifting across the moon
Cats a prowling on their beat
Spring's a girl in the street at night
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
Smelled the spring on the smokey wind
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
I'm going to make a good sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
Will chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town
Pogues
Dirty old town
(Ewan McColl)
SONG: Jesse James
Jesse James we understand
Has killed many a man
He robbed the Union trains
He stole from the rich and gave to the poor
He'd a hand and a heart and a brain
Well it was on a Saturday night
The stars were shining bright
They robbed the Glendale train
And the people they did say for many miles away
It was those outlaws Frank and Jesse James
Now Jesse had a wife
Lived a lady all her life
Her children they were brave
But history does record
That Bob and Charlie Ford
Well it was Bob and Charlie Ford
Those dirty little cowards
I wonder how they feel
For they ate of Jesse's bread and they slept in Jesse's bed
And they laid poor Jesse in his grave
Now Jesse had a wife
Lived a lady all her life
Her children they were brave
But history does record
That Bob and Charlie Ford
Have laid poor Jesse in his grave
Well the people held their breath
When they heard of Jesse's death
They wondered how he came to fall
Well it was Robert Ford in fact who shot him in the back
While he hung a picture on the wall
Now Jesse had a wife
Lived a lady all her life
Her children they were brave
But history does record
That Bob and Charlie Ford
Have laid poor Jesse in his grave
(Trad. Arr. The Pogues)