OJ‧教我寫詩的地方

6/20是世界難民日，阿潑寫了這篇文章。最近在英國閒晃，不免發現路上有許多Oxfam的店，或是更多哩哩叩叩的慈善關懷機構，彷彿這成為了一種生活的正確(牛津的餐廳，菜單上的咖啡選項後面還括號註明"fair trade")。

前天在牛津聽了一場音樂會，Damien Rice的演唱，應該算的上是這輩子看過最棒的音樂會之一。Harry在訂票時也在youtube上找他的MV，也才知道Damien Rice為還在軟禁中的翁山蘇姬寫了這首Unplayed Piano。

Unplayed Piano

Come and see me
Sing me to sleep
Come and free me
Hold me if i need to weep
Maybe it's not the season
Maybe it's not the year
Maybe there's no good reason
Why i'm locked up inside
Just cause they wanna hide me
The moon goes bright
The darker they make my night

Unplayed pianos
Are often by a window
In a room where nobody loved goes
She sits alone with her silent song
Somebody bring her home

Unplayed piano
Still holds a tune
Lock on the lid
In a stale, stale room
Maybe it's not that easy
Or maybe it's not that hard
Maybe they could release me
Let the people decide
I've got nothing to hide
I've done nothing wrong
So why have i been here so long?

Unplayed pianos
Are often by a window
In a room where nobody loved goes
She sits alone with her silent song
Somebody bring her home

Unplayed pianos
Are often by a window
In a room where nobody loved goes
She sits alone with her silent song
Somebody bring her home

Unplayed piano
Still holds a tune
Years pass by
In the changing of the moon