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Smoke & Mirrors - Agnes Obel

安静地听,在一个阴天的下午。

A-水塔先生 、:

还是Agnes Obel的歌最合适做晚安曲。

她总和钢琴声搭配得那么恰当,在夜深的时候,通透似水晶般的钢琴声像是会流淌的河流,时而平静、时而穿过乱石间激起一些波浪,最后流到无边的大海。Obel的颤音简洁却不简单,她唱出的声音不像打磨光滑的卵石,有些棱角有些淡淡的沙哑,但却那么优雅。

Oh my one, I'm so happy

That you've got so far

I know the good, the great

Is working you like a charm.

Oh my one, rushing away

With a bag full of bones

I know the place you left

Still won't leave you alone.

The crow, the cat, the bird and the bee

I'm sure they would agree

That my one is falling for tricks,

Smoke and mirrors playing your wit.

A hue and cry waiting to blow

Under your skin, wherever you go

Still I wish that I knew

The taste of something that good.


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