This background is so vague
This falter much too strong
A slew of reluctance
Makes the focus warble on
For every laden vein
Is a grim pail of prey
The true are open
They wrestle with this state
What a dirty facade
The coming of an ugly file
Every guide is ill-timed
Purely lit for the lofty kind
What a dirty facade
The coming of an idle qualm
And everyone is so still
No one ever is pure
第一次听到Shannon Wright的声音是这首《Dirty Facade》，心被有着如此巨大张力的女声深深吸附。
在朋友那间苍冷昏暗的屋子里，剥落的黄色木漆犹如指甲上碎开的指甲油，陈旧的木地板印着透过窗子的惨淡的阳光，尘土在一束束的白光下飘浮着，犹如覆着白衣的精灵。光着的脚丫，踮着，随着音乐在冰冷的地板上轻轻的旋转，双比臂高高的张开，又成180度飞快的坠落，苍白的脸深深的埋在柔软的散着香气的长发里，潮湿的雾气蒙上眼睛，一个女人冷漠而哀伤的眼和唇在雾气里幽幽飘荡着。思想缓缓散开，续而急剧收拢，神游在有如电影般的幻境里。飘逸的钢琴和坚实的鼓就像在声音里玩耍着的精灵，优美的调子一泻而出。闭上眼，声音，影象，裹在透着光亮的黑暗里，那样的歌声，悲情的缓缓铺开，隐约的闪现出强悍凶猛的宣泄式的呻吟……
[此贴子已经被作者于2005-2-26 22:57:25编辑过]
