Try To Remember (Live) - The Brothers Four
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Try To Remember (Live) - The Brothers Four
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六十年代美国民谣团体 The Brothers Four 最为国人所熟悉的歌应该就是 Try to Remember。这是一首发表于1965年的名副其实的“老”歌。《玻璃之城》里,Try to Remember 一遍一遍的响起,很多人从这里认识了它。而这首歌的特别之处也在于,即使是初听也会有似曾相识的感觉。或许是因为歌唱的就是回忆吧。
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The Brothers Four(四兄弟演唱组)是美国老牌民谣乐队之一,成立于50年代末,这个乐队由四个华盛顿大学的学生 Bob Flick、John Paine、Mike Kirkand、Dick Foley组成。乐队一组就是四十多年,唱的一直都是传统的通俗民谣,《Green Sleeves》,《Try to remember》那种,平平淡淡,以优美的弦律和琅琅上口的歌词取胜。
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Try to Remember
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/ Y6 P4 i) M& TWhen life was slow and oh so mellow
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When grass was green and grain was yellow/ S4 T: q% S2 ?
Try to remember the kind of September, o' V% ~; H1 N1 |3 S6 }
When you were a tender and a callow fellow! _8 M/ f% d F* y5 c& K% N4 ~ g( Y
Try to remember and if you remember% v2 |# Y7 _! M) J) M$ w" u
Then follow-follow oh-oh1 F. \, z2 H+ _9 D- e
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That no one wept except the willow
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( ?2 e% g. ?6 |When love was an ember about to billow/ l3 N2 i# t* u8 _/ [$ C" d
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Then follow-follow follow: K N1 q: E1 E/ h; Y
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Deep in December it's nice to remember% r, x9 y) h0 P
Although you know the snow will follow
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The fire of September that made us mellow. @* ^1 ^+ R% K* r+ F% V
Deep in December our hearts should remember) `) N5 M4 a+ T+ |; g) ?
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My words fly up, my thoughts remain below. Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
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