然后才发现原来我几乎是exclusive suede了。orz

听suede有一个特别的地方在于，你不会觉得自己一直在听男声因此需要女声来调节一下。雌雄莫辨男女通吃啊*smirk*

今天看了phoenix音乐节的young men（居然今天才看到！）才发现他歌里男人挺少的，算是在这首歌里集体出镜了一回。

乱逛的时候听到别人博上的华语女声，竟然听得流下泪，果然还是母语太有穿透力。月月说我老整个英文题目里面却是中文的，可是我真是兴之所至啊，不听中文歌连个中文题目都起不来了－难道你不知道我作文从来都是抄张小宝歌词的么，泪。

华语女声啊，好久不听又舍不得删呢。最是小女人的情愫跟我现在情绪不搭。它们存在的价值就是失恋以后听吧。世间女子，一边是风光大婚，一边是情变跳楼，逝者长已矣，来者犹可追。

by 精神分裂的某人

je m'imtéresse à la guitare de bernard butler. je suis fan de suede en général. mon plus grand plaisir, c'est de écouter le dog man star. people move on et friends and lovers, ça me plait.

je ne supporte pas le a new morning. je ne déteste pas ni alex lee ni richard oakes. je déteste je-ne-sais-pas du album.

MAIS, J'AIME UNTITLED!

发疯完毕。

这世界上估计只有一个人能看懂。捂嘴笑。

跑去看西风的博，什么时候也变成蜗居了-_-。这孩子在最显著位置写，我爱的人儿啊我要有天忘了你们啊你们可别怪我-_-。当初我给她发的Joy Luck Club电子书，她死活打不开。然后不了了之。然后我也找不着了。然后我一直记得，里面有句话，不知道为什么我不记得英文是什么，是jingmei的妈妈说她，你干什么都是半途而废。jingmei很不服的想，我至少finish了degree吧。我现在就是这样。

当年我在Q上不也叫西风的话么。可是为什么大师叫等待秋之西风-_-。所以才改的。雨生小组新来一个叫资深 糖的，一看之下竟然是染子博里的糖。果然资深。却原来兜兜转转，还是这些人。染子说12号当天下雨的事情，我也是很久以后看到，当时泪就下来了。其实我们都记得。西风在BL漫画的路上越走越远。我有时候想，音乐、漫画、电影，还有别的我们所迷恋的事情，对，就是ba说的obsessions，can you handle it？他们自然有他们迷人的一面，mv里出现那些话，那些人，都很美，可是是什么，是什么地方不对劲？五色令人目盲，五音令人耳聋，五味令人口爽，驰骋畋猎令人心发狂。他们变成了愚民工具，我们就像鸵鸟把头埋进沙里，蒙上眼睛就以为看不见捂上耳朵就以为听不到。－－博主变成FQ一头。张小宝原来也是FQ，可是写FQ歌词的专辑卖得不好，他转眼就变小资了，大红-_-。让我搞不懂的人某些人老了反而变FQ，什么refugees，什么song for the migrant worker，还怪人家打自己小孩，用俺娘的话说，介小孩就扎那挨打的架势么。TT

帖上介绍和歌词：

"It Was a Very Good Year" is a song composed by Ervin Drake in 1961 and subsequently made famous by Frank Sinatra. His version won the Grammy Award for Best Vocal Performance, Male in 1966. Gordon Jenkins was awarded Grammy Award for Best Instrumental Arrangement Accompanying Vocalist(s) for the Sinatra version. It can be found on the Frank Sinatra album September of My Years (1965).

The song recounts the type of girls the singer had relationships with at various years in his life. When he was 17, small-town girls on the village green; 21, city girls who lived up the stair; 35, blue-blooded girls of independent means. Each of these he calls a "very good year." But now that the singer is older, he thinks back on his life "as vintage wine." All of these romances were sweet to him, like a wine from a very good (i.e. vintage) year.

Source: Wikipedia

Lyrics:

When I was seventeen
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls
And soft summer nights
Wed hide from the lights
On the village green
When I was seventeen

When I was twenty-one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stair
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
When I was twenty-one

When I was thirty-five
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Of independent means
Wed ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five

But now the days grow short
Im in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my life as vintage wine
from fine old kegs
from the brim to the dregs
And it poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year

It was a mess of good years

again, a new brett song, drives me mad. simply cello and piano and his voice, and those looking-back-and-be-content lyrics "these are the thoughts that take me to different place/these are the words that take me to different place". this again is a song about touring, suede touring, the tears touring and solo touring. those trips with and later without bb, those trips with little dicky, those trips where neil exulted and exhausted, those sweet little time with mat and simon, those groupies and press, those sweat and joy, ok i'm running out of words again. how can he be this cruel? *tears*

Ok, the neil adoration thread, i posted my neil bar on it and asked about elephant man. ppl are really nice there. to make sure i understand everything they say, i looked up words on baidu, and the result...i know there's this theory that once you have a characteristic, you see that characteristic magnified in others. well, perhaps. the first site i opened, it has leslie's photos on, that's kind of ok coz he does have lots of fans. but the article begins with ba's name on it, and the words i looked up are the blogger's glossary of the official website. Oh God. stunned, i backed up and looked at the second and the third results, and they both has man~sun on it. piss off! am i in an x demention world or something?

it's funny how writing to john looks like a dear john letter. coz it's not.

dear john, you died before i was born.

dear john, you make music that release my pain.

dear john, this world has never evolved since you went away.

dear john, you are not god coz god is a concept by which we measure our pain.

dear john, still we can only imagine the world you imagined thirty-six years ago.

one day i'm going to liverpool and strawberry fields in new york. though nothing's gonna change my world.

i'm so vain i have to let it be.

dear john, you don't believe in heaven and hell, where am i supposed to find you? tear the cloths of heaven around and you'll be there? hopefully so.

Happy Birthday!

In a few hours you'll be thirty-four years old. I still remember that one hell of a lecture Larry gave, in which he scared the hell out of Jason by saying that a man has to be married by thirty-four in order to live a happy life, and to do that you have to know your girlfriend at least two years. I walked Jason to the cafeteria comforting his pathetic heart, but he kept saying I'm 32 and I should be seeing someone now by Larry's standard. I remember the long long shadows the setting sun gave us. I freaked out and said no I'll go to that big leaping forwarding cafeteria instead of the staff dining hall and then I ran. Now I don't remember how many years is that from now, the cafeteria's been through a lot and they kind of switched. Still the image of a thirty-four year old marriage thirsty man freak me out. That man is in Ipswich now, where Brett's favourite football team are from. Maybe just because he likes them too, just as Brett chose Manchester because of the Smiths. You've got to have a reason choosing something.

But I didn't choose you. I saw your picture in Munich. You look just like before, though with all that bears and everything, and obviously you don't wear mascara and rouge and eyeliner and all that anymore. I don't know what it feels like to be in bed five months in a year, but I know this pain. And I'm glad you're out of it. Or whatever that is. Some of your recent work I had heard, but I don't get it. I mean I never really get what you're saying, in Dingging A Hole, in Weight of the World, in Waterloo. And Elephant Man?WTF is that!Do you still feel like elephant man now, when nobody sees you? Do you still believe it is incredible how you can? Do you still rock n roll at all?

Eiable Neil, whatever you do, don't dig a hole when you need to climb! And I don't want to go the heaven either. And I didn't know there was a Wentworth Miller until he's thirty-four. Don't think you can be syd, coz you are not as great yet. In Codling moth I trust, you can eat the whole apple to the core. lol.

And this is for you: http://www.beherenow.cn/viewthread.php?tid=15830&extra=page%3D1

and this: http://www.suedeworld.ukf.net/brettgazette/neil.htm

Happy EVERYDAY!

XXX