
忙碌的生活里,烦乱的琐事,总是让人们透不过气,而当一段一段的乐章出现时,在Masaaki Kishibe指尖与弦的碰触下,一幕幕的景致或一段段的回忆,都因旋律的飘扬,而浮现于脑海;柔和细腻的弹奏技巧,即便是简单的旋律,也能营造出极具情境和画面的音乐张力,令听众感受到放松心情的意境,充满情感的乐章,诉说着点点滴滴的故事,深醉在其中,心情会随之泛起阵阵的涟漪,极具张力的音乐,聆听Masaaki Kishibe的音乐,将会带给你不一样的感动。
忙碌的生活里,烦乱的琐事,总是让人们透不过气,而当一段一段的乐章出现时,在Masaaki Kishibe指尖与弦的碰触下,一幕幕的景致或一段段的回忆,都因旋律的飘扬,而浮现于脑海;柔和细腻的弹奏技巧,即便是简单的旋律,也能营造出极具情境和画面的音乐张力,令听众感受到放松心情的意境,充满情感的乐章,诉说着点点滴滴的故事,深醉在其中,心情会随之泛起阵阵的涟漪,极具张力的音乐,聆听Masaaki Kishibe的音乐,将会带给你不一样的感动。
指弹大师don ross ——《i think of you》
当我深陷孤单和失落,当我失去了一切,当我相信的一切都是镜花水月,我默默的站立在雨中的屋檐下,在缭绕的烟丝中想起了你,慢慢的,相处时的快乐弥漫心间,冲进雨中,洗刷痛苦和恐惧,我看清了前路,我知晓了方向,一切,都是因为想起了你.......
指弹大师don ross ——《i think of you》
当我深陷孤单和失落,当我失去了一切,当我相信的一切都是镜花水月,我默默的站立在雨中的屋檐下,在缭绕的烟丝中想起了你,慢慢的,相处时的快乐弥漫心间,冲进雨中,洗刷痛苦和恐惧,我看清了前路,我知晓了方向,一切,都是因为想起了你.......
轻柔和缓的旋律和声线,不想打扰谁,只诉说一个小小的故事
或者说这歌本身就是一个不怎么起眼的普通人,如歌词中的那个“我”,也会与很多人擦肩而过,只是不知有几人有兴趣花点时间了解他的生活,听听他的故事
找一个陌生的笔友,在信中描绘一个理想的生活,暂时忘记现实中无力改变的遗憾与不快,也许这也是一种不错的活法,只需要一点点想象力
感觉这首歌与阿梅丽·诺冬笔下的《某种活法》异曲同工,不过讲述了两个不同而又同样孤独的人记录在信纸上的另一种活法
Long Lost Penpal
Hello
Do you remember me
I am your long lost pen pal
It...
轻柔和缓的旋律和声线,不想打扰谁,只诉说一个小小的故事
或者说这歌本身就是一个不怎么起眼的普通人,如歌词中的那个“我”,也会与很多人擦肩而过,只是不知有几人有兴趣花点时间了解他的生活,听听他的故事
找一个陌生的笔友,在信中描绘一个理想的生活,暂时忘记现实中无力改变的遗憾与不快,也许这也是一种不错的活法,只需要一点点想象力
感觉这首歌与阿梅丽·诺冬笔下的《某种活法》异曲同工,不过讲述了两个不同而又同样孤独的人记录在信纸上的另一种活法
Long Lost Penpal
Hello
Do you remember me
I am your long lost pen pal
It must have been ten years ago we last wrote
I don't really know what happened
I guess life came in the way
Let me know if you're still alive
Let me know if you ever used that knife or not
Hello
Yes I remember you
I've got a husband and two children now
I work as an accountant and make fairly good money
I still have your letters, you used a pink pen to write them
And you would comfort me
when my tears would stain the ink
And I would send you mix tapes with Kate Bush on
I have to admit I sometimes lied in those letters
Tried to make life better than it was
I still wasn't kissed at sixteen
And I still need a friend
There was this letter
I never told you this back then
But it would be fair to say it saved my life
I sat in the window
The only one left out from a party again
Pretty sure I didn't have a single friend
Then I checked the mailbox
Dear long lost penpal
I was lying the whole time
I'm really a 46 years old man named Luke
I have three children
and a wife, she doesn't care
And I hope you don't resent me
And I hope you do not hate me
For trying to find my way back to what it's like to be young
I have to admit I sometimes lied in those letters
Tried to make life better than it was
I still wasn't kissed at sixteen
And I still need a friend