静静地躺在黑暗里,静静地听着忧伤的吉他和缥缈的女声,思绪穿山越海,不知道听进去了多少,It doesn't matter,just for the feeling...
曾经听人说过什么是痛苦——痛苦便是你痛苦得再也说不出来什么苦时的那种感觉。如果你尚有心情诉说,说明你的痛苦还是没有达到那个高度。这种感觉我在小说里是见过的,譬如《梦里花落知多少》里的女主人公最后把北京看成是“无泪之城”,我想她必定是已到了那个境界了吧。
It doesn't matter what I want ...It doesn't matter what I need...这首歌给了我虚拟的这种感觉。歌词不多,主角很少倾诉,一倾诉则It doesn't matter。轻轻的,慢慢的,像是撕心裂肺之后的麻木抉择。可以想象这个场景:两位泪流满面的吉他手,弹着忧伤的曲子,安慰着对面满心伤痕的人儿,却总是得到心碎的it doesn't matter...
《It Doesn't Matter》
It doesn't matter what I want
It doesn't matter what I need
It doesn't matter if I cry
Don't matter if I bleed
You've been on a road
Don't know where it goes or where it leads
It doesn't matter what I want
It doesn't matter what I need
If you've made up your mind to go
I won't beg you to stay
You've been in a cage
Throw you to the wind you fly away
It doesn't matter what I want
It doesn't matter what I need
It doesn't matter if I cry
Don't matter if I bleed
Feel the sting of tears
Falling on this face you've loved for years
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