1、Little Man 拉纤绳般感受的小提琴音

先引用别人相当出色的一句话：“…如果歌里 2：32 秒处的小提琴触动了你的心弦，千万不要觉得难堪，为此流过泪的人绝不只你一个…”钢筋水泥的丛林代表了高度文明，人人行色匆匆，没人会想到这里曾是人情味十足的小城镇，有过寒喧问暖、热情友好的小店铺们和它的主人们。当小提琴铿锵顿挫的声音响起，我总会想到小学课本里一篇“伏尔加河上的纤夫”的文章，它具有一种摧枯拉朽的力量，任何时髦的时尚的观念都会随之轰然倒塌，听着这短短几段琴声，仿佛能够看到小人物们的辛勤劳作，感受到他们对生活的、对人们朴素的热爱，深深沉浸在“过去那艰难但美好的时光”中。


I remember walk'in round the court square sidewalk
Lookin' in windows at things I couldn't want
There's johnson's hardware and morgans jewelry
And the ol' Lee king's apothecary
They ware the little man
The little man

I go back now and the stores are all empty
Except for an old coke sign from 1950
Boarded up like they never existed
Or renovated and called historic districts
There goes the little man
There goes the little man

Chorus:

Now the court square's just a set of streets
That the people go round but they seldom think
Bout the little man that built this town
Before the big money shut em down
And killed the little man
Oh the little man

He pumped your gas and he cleaned your glass
And one cold rainy night he fixed your flat
The new stores came where you do it yourself
You buy a lotto ticket and food off the shelf
Forget about the little man
Forget about that little man

He hung on there for a few more years
But he couldn't sell slurpees
And he wouldn't sell beer
Now the bank rents the station
To a down the road
And sell velvet Elvis and
Second-hand clothes
There goes little man
There goes another little man

Now the are lined up in a concrete strip
You can buy the world with just one trip
And save a penny cause it's jumbo size
They don't even realize
They'er killin' the little man
Oh the little man

It wasn't long when I was a child
An old black man came with his plow
He broke the ground where we grew our garden
Back before we'd all forgot
about the little man
The little man
Long live the little man
God bless the little man


2、Wayfaring Stranger 马头琴一样的小提琴  

小提琴的演奏在这首歌中，没有了飘逸和柔美，所谓的高贵更是踪迹不见，一如马头琴的深沉，只有如泣如诉的声音，充满了苦痛和忧愁，沉甸甸的思乡之感越然而出，心情随之起伏，怎一个愁字了得？

I'm a poor wayfaring stranger
traveling thru this world of woe
Yet there’s no sickness, no toil, or danger
In that bright world to which I go

I’m going there to see my Father
I’m going there no more to roam
I’m only going over Jordan
I’m only going over home

I know dark clouds will hang ‘round me,
I know my way is rough and steep
Yet beauteous fields lie just before me
Where God’s redeemed their vigils keep

I’m going there to see my mother
She said she’d meet me when I come
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home

3、Travelin' Soldier 小提琴的风笛声

歌曲中小提琴的音色象极了风笛，婉转悠扬，时隐时现，特别是在结尾处夹杂着军队进行曲一样的鼓点，如排山倒海般蜂拥而来的时候，感受到的不仅仅是华丽，更是绵绵无绝期的伤痛。



Two days past eighteen
He was waitin' for the bus in his army greens
Sat down in a booth at a café there
Gave his order to the girl with a bow in her hair
He's a little shy so she gave him a smile
And he said would you mind sittin' down for a while
And talkin' to me I'm feelin' a little low
She said I'm off in an hour
And I know where we can go

So they went down and they sat on the pier
He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I don't care
I've got no one to send a letter to
Would you mind if I sent one back here to you

I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of the travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone
When the letter says a soldier's coming home

So the letters came
From an army camp
In California then Vietnam
And he told his heart
It might be love
And all of the things he was so scared of
Said when it's gettin kinda tough over here
I think about that day sittin' down at the pier
And close my eyes and see your pretty smile
Don't worry
But I won't be able to write for a while

I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of the travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone
When the letter says a soldier's coming home

One Friday night at a football game
The Lord's Prayer said and the anthem sang
A man said folks would you bow your heads
For the list of local Vietnam dead

Cryin' all alone under the stands
Was the piccolo player in the marching band
And one name read and no one really cared
But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair
I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of the travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone
When the letter says a soldier's coming home
I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of the travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone
When the letter says a soldier's coming home

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