[音]这些有可能毁掉我一辈子的音乐84——TheMummers'Dance·Loreena&#

烂香蕉

<>很少~~~ 看锈的贴子~~~ 我已够绳精了~~~ </P><>今天被小鱼的回贴吸引进来~~~~</P><><BR>我回贴其实不愿谈及贴子的主题~~~因为不想让好文字因为我的点评退色~~~</P><><BR>不过~~~从名字就能推测~~~</P><>这是描述夜晚一个小MM跳舞的故事：在夜晚的蓝色面纱中~~小MM的舞蹈~~</P><>把一些凡人串连了起来~~发生了一些平凡的故事~~</P><>有关于爱情的~~有关于亲情的~~有关于友情的~~</P><><BR>歌者飘缈而似乎总也充满了沧桑和幽怨~~~</P><>但是~~~惊奇地发现那种幽怨却~~~具有美感~~~</P><>是一种悠扬~~~牵引人思绪和感觉的魔幻的力量~~~</P><P>很佩服Loreena McKennitt对歌声的驾驭能力和细腻的功底~~~</P><P>与舒缓中将故事徐徐道来~~~你听时还不觉得~~~听完之后~~~</P><P>才发现心里暖暖的~~~填满了温热的感动~~~<BR></P><P>&nbsp;</P><p>［此帖子已被 烂香蕉 在 2006-12-14 1:46:40 编辑过］

煲汤的鱼

<>诗人般的歌者,她好象出新专辑了<BR>还没找到下载地址<IMG src="http://www.400.com.cn/images/Emotions/17.gif"></P>

锈铁

<>......《The Mummers&#39; Dance 艺者之舞》最先让人注意到的是风笛，隐约的，延绵在背景里，好象是</P><>从记忆里缓缓而来的风。而鼓声接踵而至，各种各样的鼓被统一成一个印象，不徐不缓，不紧不</P><>慢，却永不停息，推着人跟随它前进舞蹈。整首曲子由这两种乐器形成主要旋律，而偶尔出现的</P><>小提琴与吉它，好象是突然跳出人群中的独舞，又象是灵机一动错出的一个花步。而 Loreena </P><>McKennitt&nbsp;的吟唱，把它们织成一个网，将聆听者着笼罩......</P><>[MP=400,30,true]http://www.stulib.com.cn/ewebedit/UploadFile/2006923193958582.wma[/MP]</P><><IMG src="http://www.walkcat.com/upload/mummer.jpg"></P><>when in the springtime of the year<BR>　　when the trees are crowned with leaves<BR>　　when the ash and oak, and the birch and yew<BR>　　are dressed in ribbons fair<BR>　　when owls call the breathless moon<BR>　　in the blue veil of the night<BR>　　the shadows of the trees appear<BR>　　amidst the lantern light<BR>　　we‘ve been rambling all the night<BR>　　and some time of this day<BR>　　now returning back again<BR>　　we bring a garland gay<BR>　　who will go down to those shady groves<BR>　　and summon the shadows there<BR>　　and tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms<BR>　　in the springtime of the year<BR>　　the songs of birds seem to fill the wood<BR>　　that when the fiddler plays<BR>　　all their voices can be heard<BR>　　long past their woodland days<BR>　　we‘ve been rambling all the night<BR>　　and some time of this day<BR>　　now returning back again<BR>　　we bring a garland gay<BR>　　and so they linked their hands and danced<BR>　　round in circles and in rows<BR>　　and so the journey of the night descends<BR>　　when all the shades are gone<BR>　　"a garland gay we bring you here<BR>　　and at your door we stand<BR>　　it is a sprout well budded out<BR>　　the work of our lord‘s hand"<BR>　　we‘ve been rambling all the night<BR>　　and some time of this day<BR>　　now returning back again<BR>　　we bring a garland gay<BR>　　we‘ve been rambling all the night<BR>　　and some time of this day<BR>　　now returning back again<BR>　　we bring a garland gay</P>