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Try To Remember (Live) - The Brothers Four

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。2 v+ I4 p/ C! a8 J
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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。- d1 u& D! Z; u, G# ?7 E
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Try to Remember
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, M" H& o. P1 TTry to remember the kind of September
6 z5 W3 ^7 r6 m: c9 W* _1 fWhen life was slow and oh so mellow' [5 i( u6 I# Z( z/ i
Try to remember the kind of September
; f* I4 A7 w$ H# `; N6 R$ Q6 p* ~When grass was green and grain was yellow
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When you were a tender and a callow fellow& |8 B7 n' o& s) `; r
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Then follow-follow oh-oh* X! i* U9 P: ^2 N( N4 \3 l

8 e! w; A7 \" M% }3 t2 e8 KTry to remember when life was so tender4 f% y& o" Q) a# r& I! H7 F7 R
That no one wept except the willow3 Z4 }7 X* c  @
Try to remember the kind of September
. C1 `/ u" ?' Q& g: iWhen love was an ember about to billow+ S: B/ [0 D0 ~5 [
Try to remember and if you remember
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; L9 F3 \7 |8 H8 Q. \, T8 L1 BDeep in December it's nice to remember* d) P+ E8 @8 j* ~2 S6 [
Although you know the snow will follow
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The fire of September that made us mellow
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And follow-follow follow
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below. Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

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