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专辑 Voices of Yesteryear - Volume 2 (Deluxe Edition)
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[00:00.000] 作词 : T.S. Eliot
[00:00.024] 作曲 : Thomas S Eliot
[00:00.49] The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
[00:05.34] Let us go then, you and I,
[00:08.61] When the evening is spread out against the sky
[00:11.78] Like a patient etherized upon a table;
[00:14.67] Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
[00:18.37] The muttering retreats
[00:20.28] Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
[00:23.92] And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
[00:27.69] Streets that follow like a tedious argument
[00:31.37] Of insidious intent
[00:32.78] To lead you to an overwhelming question ...
[00:35.72] Oh, do not ask, “What is it?“
[00:38.57] Let us go and make our visit.
[00:42.02] In the room the women come and go
[00:45.96] Talking of Michelangelo.
[00:48.82] The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
[00:54.42] The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes,
[00:58.78] Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
[01:01.96] Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
[01:05.85] Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
[01:09.56] Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
[01:13.46] And seeing that it was a soft October night,
[01:17.23] Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
[01:22.73] And indeed there will be time
[01:25.00] For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
[01:28.39] Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
[01:30.29] There will be time, there will be time
[01:33.06] To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
[01:36.72] There will be time to murder and create,
[01:39.93] And time for all the works and days of hands
[01:44.15] That lift and drop a question on your plate;
[01:47.00] Time for you and time for me,
[01:49.87] And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
[01:52.97] And for a hundred visions and revisions,
[01:55.42] Before the taking of a toast and tea.
[02:00.20] In the room the women come and go
[02:04.37] Talking of Michelangelo.
[02:07.23] And indeed there will be time
[02:10.12] To wonder, “Do I dare?“ and, “Do I dare?“
[02:13.68] Time to turn back and descend the stair,
[02:17.44] With a bald spot in the middle of my hair--
[02:19.77] (They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!“)
[02:22.75] My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
[02:26.50] My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin--
[02:30.56] (They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!“)
[02:34.65] Do I dare
[02:36.47] Disturb the universe?
[02:38.38] In a minute there is time
[02:40.09] For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
[02:44.81] For I have known them all already, known them all:
[02:49.27] Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
[02:52.80] I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
[02:55.69] I know the voices dying with a dying fall
[02:59.13] Beneath the music from a farther room.
[03:01.59] So how should I presume?
[03:04.06] And I have known the eyes already, known them all--
[03:09.87] The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
[03:12.62] And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
[03:16.05] When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
[03:18.53] Then how should I begin
[03:20.28] To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
[03:24.46] And how should I presume?
[03:26.68] And I have known the arms already, known them all--
[03:32.77] Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
[03:36.28] (But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)
[03:40.00] Is it perfume from a dress
[03:41.46] That makes me so digress?
[03:43.22] Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
[03:47.65] And how should I presume?
[03:50.00] And how should I begin?
[03:53.93] Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
[03:58.93] And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
[04:02.30] Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows? ...
[04:07.74] I should have been a pair of ragged claws
[04:11.30] Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
[04:15.61] And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
[04:20.70] Smoothed by long fingers,
[04:23.35] Asleep ... tired ... or it malingers,
[04:27.17] Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
[04:30.85] Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
[04:34.82] Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
[04:38.40] But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
[04:42.67] Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,
[04:47.50] I am no prophet--and here's no great matter;
[04:51.47] I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
[04:55.00] And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
[04:59.90] And in short, I was afraid.
[05:04.30] And would it have been worth it, after all,
[05:07.75] After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
[05:10.63] Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
[05:14.91] Would it have been worth while,
[05:16.49] To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
[05:18.75] To have squeezed the universe into a ball
[05:22.16] To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
[05:25.29] To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
[05:29.93] Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"
[05:33.43] If one, settling a pillow by her head,
[05:37.56] Should say: "That is not what I meant at all;
[05:41.62] That is not it, at all."
[05:44.11] And would it have been worth it, after all,
[05:47.23] Would it have been worth while,
[05:49.56] After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
[05:53.85] After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor--
[06:00.19] And this, and so much more?--
[06:02.63] It is impossible to say just what I mean
[06:05.17] But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
[06:09.73] Would it have been worth while
[06:11.69] If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
[06:15.56] And turning toward the window, should say:
[06:18.56] "That is not it at all,
[06:21.42] That is not what I meant, at all."
[06:25.26] No I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
[06:30.75] Am an attendant lord, one that will do
[06:33.68] To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
[06:37.09] Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
[06:40.92] Deferential, glad to be of use,
[06:44.10] Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
[06:46.93] Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
[06:50.45] At times, indeed, almost ridiculous--
[06:54.23] Almost, at times, the Fool.
[06:58.47] I grow old ... I grow old ...
[07:01.64] I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
[07:05.44] Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
[07:10.23] I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
[07:14.43] I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
[07:18.62] I do not think that they will sing to me.
[07:22.49] I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
[07:26.85] Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
[07:30.77] When the wind blows the water white and black.
[07:35.62] We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
[07:39.44] By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
[07:44.52] Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
[00:00.000] zuo ci : T. S. Eliot
[00:00.024] zuo qu : Thomas S Eliot
[00:00.49] The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
[00:05.34] Let us go then, you and I,
[00:08.61] When the evening is spread out against the sky
[00:11.78] Like a patient etherized upon a table
[00:14.67] Let us go, through certain halfdeserted streets,
[00:18.37] The muttering retreats
[00:20.28] Of restless nights in onenight cheap hotels
[00:23.92] And sawdust restaurants with oystershells:
[00:27.69] Streets that follow like a tedious argument
[00:31.37] Of insidious intent
[00:32.78] To lead you to an overwhelming question ...
[00:35.72] Oh, do not ask, " What is it?"
[00:38.57] Let us go and make our visit.
[00:42.02] In the room the women come and go
[00:45.96] Talking of Michelangelo.
[00:48.82] The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the windowpanes,
[00:54.42] The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the windowpanes,
[00:58.78] Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
[01:01.96] Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
[01:05.85] Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
[01:09.56] Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
[01:13.46] And seeing that it was a soft October night,
[01:17.23] Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
[01:22.73] And indeed there will be time
[01:25.00] For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
[01:28.39] Rubbing its back upon the windowpanes
[01:30.29] There will be time, there will be time
[01:33.06] To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet
[01:36.72] There will be time to murder and create,
[01:39.93] And time for all the works and days of hands
[01:44.15] That lift and drop a question on your plate
[01:47.00] Time for you and time for me,
[01:49.87] And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
[01:52.97] And for a hundred visions and revisions,
[01:55.42] Before the taking of a toast and tea.
[02:00.20] In the room the women come and go
[02:04.37] Talking of Michelangelo.
[02:07.23] And indeed there will be time
[02:10.12] To wonder, " Do I dare?" and, " Do I dare?"
[02:13.68] Time to turn back and descend the stair,
[02:17.44] With a bald spot in the middle of my hair
[02:19.77] They will say: " How his hair is growing thin!"
[02:22.75] My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
[02:26.50] My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin
[02:30.56] They will say: " But how his arms and legs are thin!"
[02:34.65] Do I dare
[02:36.47] Disturb the universe?
[02:38.38] In a minute there is time
[02:40.09] For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
[02:44.81] For I have known them all already, known them all:
[02:49.27] Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
[02:52.80] I have measured out my life with coffee spoons
[02:55.69] I know the voices dying with a dying fall
[02:59.13] Beneath the music from a farther room.
[03:01.59] So how should I presume?
[03:04.06] And I have known the eyes already, known them all
[03:09.87] The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
[03:12.62] And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
[03:16.05] When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
[03:18.53] Then how should I begin
[03:20.28] To spit out all the buttends of my days and ways?
[03:24.46] And how should I presume?
[03:26.68] And I have known the arms already, known them all
[03:32.77] Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
[03:36.28] But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!
[03:40.00] Is it perfume from a dress
[03:41.46] That makes me so digress?
[03:43.22] Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
[03:47.65] And how should I presume?
[03:50.00] And how should I begin?
[03:53.93] Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
[03:58.93] And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
[04:02.30] Of lonely men in shirtsleeves, leaning out of windows? ...
[04:07.74] I should have been a pair of ragged claws
[04:11.30] Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
[04:15.61] And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
[04:20.70] Smoothed by long fingers,
[04:23.35] Asleep ... tired ... or it malingers,
[04:27.17] Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
[04:30.85] Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
[04:34.82] Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
[04:38.40] But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
[04:42.67] Though I have seen my head grown slightly bald brought in upon a platter,
[04:47.50] I am no prophetand here' s no great matter
[04:51.47] I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
[04:55.00] And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
[04:59.90] And in short, I was afraid.
[05:04.30] And would it have been worth it, after all,
[05:07.75] After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
[05:10.63] Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
[05:14.91] Would it have been worth while,
[05:16.49] To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
[05:18.75] To have squeezed the universe into a ball
[05:22.16] To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
[05:25.29] To say: " I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
[05:29.93] Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"
[05:33.43] If one, settling a pillow by her head,
[05:37.56] Should say: " That is not what I meant at all
[05:41.62] That is not it, at all."
[05:44.11] And would it have been worth it, after all,
[05:47.23] Would it have been worth while,
[05:49.56] After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
[05:53.85] After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor
[06:00.19] And this, and so much more?
[06:02.63] It is impossible to say just what I mean
[06:05.17] But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
[06:09.73] Would it have been worth while
[06:11.69] If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
[06:15.56] And turning toward the window, should say:
[06:18.56] " That is not it at all,
[06:21.42] That is not what I meant, at all."
[06:25.26] No I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be
[06:30.75] Am an attendant lord, one that will do
[06:33.68] To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
[06:37.09] Advise the prince no doubt, an easy tool,
[06:40.92] Deferential, glad to be of use,
[06:44.10] Politic, cautious, and meticulous
[06:46.93] Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse
[06:50.45] At times, indeed, almost ridiculous
[06:54.23] Almost, at times, the Fool.
[06:58.47] I grow old ... I grow old ...
[07:01.64] I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
[07:05.44] Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
[07:10.23] I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
[07:14.43] I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
[07:18.62] I do not think that they will sing to me.
[07:22.49] I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
[07:26.85] Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
[07:30.77] When the wind blows the water white and black.
[07:35.62] We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
[07:39.44] By seagirls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
[07:44.52] Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
[00:00.000] zuò cí : T. S. Eliot
[00:00.024] zuò qǔ : Thomas S Eliot
[00:00.49] The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
[00:05.34] Let us go then, you and I,
[00:08.61] When the evening is spread out against the sky
[00:11.78] Like a patient etherized upon a table
[00:14.67] Let us go, through certain halfdeserted streets,
[00:18.37] The muttering retreats
[00:20.28] Of restless nights in onenight cheap hotels
[00:23.92] And sawdust restaurants with oystershells:
[00:27.69] Streets that follow like a tedious argument
[00:31.37] Of insidious intent
[00:32.78] To lead you to an overwhelming question ...
[00:35.72] Oh, do not ask, " What is it?"
[00:38.57] Let us go and make our visit.
[00:42.02] In the room the women come and go
[00:45.96] Talking of Michelangelo.
[00:48.82] The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the windowpanes,
[00:54.42] The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the windowpanes,
[00:58.78] Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
[01:01.96] Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
[01:05.85] Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
[01:09.56] Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
[01:13.46] And seeing that it was a soft October night,
[01:17.23] Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
[01:22.73] And indeed there will be time
[01:25.00] For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
[01:28.39] Rubbing its back upon the windowpanes
[01:30.29] There will be time, there will be time
[01:33.06] To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet
[01:36.72] There will be time to murder and create,
[01:39.93] And time for all the works and days of hands
[01:44.15] That lift and drop a question on your plate
[01:47.00] Time for you and time for me,
[01:49.87] And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
[01:52.97] And for a hundred visions and revisions,
[01:55.42] Before the taking of a toast and tea.
[02:00.20] In the room the women come and go
[02:04.37] Talking of Michelangelo.
[02:07.23] And indeed there will be time
[02:10.12] To wonder, " Do I dare?" and, " Do I dare?"
[02:13.68] Time to turn back and descend the stair,
[02:17.44] With a bald spot in the middle of my hair
[02:19.77] They will say: " How his hair is growing thin!"
[02:22.75] My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
[02:26.50] My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin
[02:30.56] They will say: " But how his arms and legs are thin!"
[02:34.65] Do I dare
[02:36.47] Disturb the universe?
[02:38.38] In a minute there is time
[02:40.09] For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
[02:44.81] For I have known them all already, known them all:
[02:49.27] Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
[02:52.80] I have measured out my life with coffee spoons
[02:55.69] I know the voices dying with a dying fall
[02:59.13] Beneath the music from a farther room.
[03:01.59] So how should I presume?
[03:04.06] And I have known the eyes already, known them all
[03:09.87] The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
[03:12.62] And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
[03:16.05] When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
[03:18.53] Then how should I begin
[03:20.28] To spit out all the buttends of my days and ways?
[03:24.46] And how should I presume?
[03:26.68] And I have known the arms already, known them all
[03:32.77] Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
[03:36.28] But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!
[03:40.00] Is it perfume from a dress
[03:41.46] That makes me so digress?
[03:43.22] Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
[03:47.65] And how should I presume?
[03:50.00] And how should I begin?
[03:53.93] Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
[03:58.93] And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
[04:02.30] Of lonely men in shirtsleeves, leaning out of windows? ...
[04:07.74] I should have been a pair of ragged claws
[04:11.30] Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
[04:15.61] And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
[04:20.70] Smoothed by long fingers,
[04:23.35] Asleep ... tired ... or it malingers,
[04:27.17] Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
[04:30.85] Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
[04:34.82] Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
[04:38.40] But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
[04:42.67] Though I have seen my head grown slightly bald brought in upon a platter,
[04:47.50] I am no prophetand here' s no great matter
[04:51.47] I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
[04:55.00] And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
[04:59.90] And in short, I was afraid.
[05:04.30] And would it have been worth it, after all,
[05:07.75] After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
[05:10.63] Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
[05:14.91] Would it have been worth while,
[05:16.49] To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
[05:18.75] To have squeezed the universe into a ball
[05:22.16] To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
[05:25.29] To say: " I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
[05:29.93] Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"
[05:33.43] If one, settling a pillow by her head,
[05:37.56] Should say: " That is not what I meant at all
[05:41.62] That is not it, at all."
[05:44.11] And would it have been worth it, after all,
[05:47.23] Would it have been worth while,
[05:49.56] After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
[05:53.85] After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor
[06:00.19] And this, and so much more?
[06:02.63] It is impossible to say just what I mean
[06:05.17] But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
[06:09.73] Would it have been worth while
[06:11.69] If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
[06:15.56] And turning toward the window, should say:
[06:18.56] " That is not it at all,
[06:21.42] That is not what I meant, at all."
[06:25.26] No I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be
[06:30.75] Am an attendant lord, one that will do
[06:33.68] To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
[06:37.09] Advise the prince no doubt, an easy tool,
[06:40.92] Deferential, glad to be of use,
[06:44.10] Politic, cautious, and meticulous
[06:46.93] Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse
[06:50.45] At times, indeed, almost ridiculous
[06:54.23] Almost, at times, the Fool.
[06:58.47] I grow old ... I grow old ...
[07:01.64] I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
[07:05.44] Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
[07:10.23] I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
[07:14.43] I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
[07:18.62] I do not think that they will sing to me.
[07:22.49] I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
[07:26.85] Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
[07:30.77] When the wind blows the water white and black.
[07:35.62] We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
[07:39.44] By seagirls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
[07:44.52] Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
T.S. Eliot 歌词
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