Sampling machinery： 取樣中、製造中

整理第二天的遊記，看到這張照片。
嗯，偶而噁心一下，應該不為過吧？

這是在京都，嵐山的渡月橋上。
穿著亮綠色外套，一看就像是背包客的那個，對對對，我說的就是你。
那一天真是美麗：剛被天龍寺的庭園給震撼，隨即又進入了竹林。
美麗的地方，美麗的天氣，美麗的你。

看到這個景，你在橋上走著，旁若無人。
在我腦子裡，這首歌就猛然炸響了起來。

The wintergreen, the juniper
The cornflower and the chicory
All the words you said to me
Still vibrating in the air
The elm, the ash and the linden tree
The dark and deep, enchanted sea
The trembling moon and the stars unfurled
There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world
她在那裡，我美麗的世界
There she goes, my beautiful world
她就在那裡走著，我全世界的美麗
There she goes, my beautiful world
她就在那裡，我美麗的全部跟全部
There she goes again
就這樣，她又在那兒啦

John Willmot penned his poetry
riddled with the pox
Nabakov wrote on index cards,
at a lectem, in his socks
St. John of the Cross did his best stuff
imprisoned in a box
And JohnnyThunders was half alive
when he wrote Chinese Rocks

Well, me, I'm lying here, with nothing in my ears
Me, I'm lying here, with nothing in my ears
Me, I'm lying here, for what seems years
I'm just lying on my bed with nothing in my head

Send that stuff on down to me
Send that stuff on down to me
Send that stuff on down to me
Send that stuff on down to me

There she goes, my beautiful world
她在那裡，我美麗的世界
There she goes, my beautiful world
她就在那裡走著，我全世界的美麗
There she goes, my beautiful world
她就在那裡，我美麗的全部跟全部
There she goes again
就這樣，她又在那兒啦

Karl Marx squeezed his carbuncles
while writing Das Kapital
And Gaugin, he buggered off, man,
and went all tropical
While Philip Larkin stuck it out
in a library in Hull
And Dylan Thomas died drunk in
St. Vincent's hospital

I will kneel at your feet
I will lie at your door
I will rock you to sleep
I will roll on the floor
And I'll ask for nothing
Nothing in this life
I'll ask for nothing
Give me ever-lasting life

I just want to move the world
I just want to move the world
I just want to move the world
I just want to move

There she goes, my beautiful world
她在那裡，我美麗的世界
There she goes, my beautiful world
她就在那裡走著，我全世界的美麗
There she goes, my beautiful world
她就在那裡，我美麗的全部跟全部
There she goes again
就這樣，她又在那兒啦

So if you got a trumpet, get on your feet,
brother, and blow it
If you've got a field, that don't yield,
well get up and hoe it
I look at you and you look at me and
deep in our hearts know it
That you weren't much of a muse,
but then I weren't much of a poet
(咕嚕注：哇哈哈哈哈喵)

I will be your slave
I will peel you grapes
Up on your pedestal
With your ivory and apes
With your book of ideas
With your alchemy
O Come on
Send that stuff on down to me

Send that stuff on down to me
Send that stuff on down to me
Send that stuff on down to me
Send that stuff on down to me
Send it all around the world
Cause here she comes, my beautiful girl

There she goes, my beautiful world
她在那裡，我美麗的世界
There she goes, my beautiful world
她就在那裡走著，我全世界的美麗
There she goes, my beautiful world
她就在那裡，我美麗的全部跟全部
There she goes again
就這樣，她又在那兒啦









There She Goes, My Beautiful World / Abattoir Blues / Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds / 2004

尼克，你也變囉唆了呢。
像Henry Lee 那樣不是又美又遠嗎？
坦白說，沒上lyrics.com 之前，我也懶得去聽每一句都在說些什麼...

不過，你說的沒錯。
鋪陳之後，你說的就顯得更加沒錯啦...
這才是你要的效果吧？

There she goes, my beautiful world.

真是說的沒錯呀；親愛的，我的世界。