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一日一迪伦86:没事儿,妈妈 (我不过是在流血)  

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It’s Alright, Ma
(I’m Only Bleeding)


Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool’s gold mouthpiece the hollow horn
Plays wasted words, proves to warn
That he not busy being born is busy dying

Temptation’s page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover that you’d just be one more
Person crying

So don’t fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It’s alright, Ma, I’m only sighing

As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don’t hate nothing at all
Except hatred

Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Make everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It’s easy to see without looking too far
That not much is really sacred

While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have to stand naked

An’ though the rules of the road have been lodged
It’s only people’s games that you got to dodge
And it’s alright, Ma, I can make it

Advertising signs they con
You into thinking you’re the one
That can do what’s never been done
That can win what’s never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you

You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks they really found you

A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit
To satisfy, insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not forget
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to

Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to

For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something they invest in

While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God bless him

While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society’s pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he’s in

But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it’s alright, Ma, if I can’t please him

Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn’t talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer’s pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death’s honesty
Won’t fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes must get lonely

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed
Graveyards, false gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me?

And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They’d probably put my head in a guillotine
But it’s alright, Ma, it’s life, and life only



没事儿,妈妈
(我不过是在流血)

[美]鲍勃·迪伦
李皖旧译,修订版
郝佳 校译


正午初临时的黑暗
甚至在银匙上都投下了阴影
手工刀片,孩童的气球
太阳和月亮同时被蚀去
要有所理解,你知道还太早
所有尝试都没有意义

严重的威胁,以轻蔑虚张声势
从白痴的金话筒
自杀言论变成了破音,这空洞的大喇叭
播放着废话,原来是通知
人们不是忙着出世便是忙着去死

诱惑之书飞出大门
你跟随着,发现自己置身一场战争
眼见着怜悯的瀑布轰然而落
你想呻吟,但是不像从前
你发现你不过是又一个
哭泣的人

那么别害怕,如果你听见
一个不熟悉的声音进入你耳鼓
没事儿妈妈,我只是在叹息

有人宣告胜利,有人倒台
那些叫嚷着
“该死的人就应该爬”的家伙
眼中自有大大小小的道理
而其他的人则说,不要仇恨任何事物
除了仇恨本身

幻想破灭的言语像子弹呼啸
当人神指向他们的目标
创造出了一切,从闪烁的玩具枪
到荧光的肉色基督像
毋须看得太远,这显而易见
没有多少东西是真正神圣的

传教士们讲着恶人的命运
教师们也说得头头是道
“知识就是财富”
“美德就藏身在它的大门后”
但就是美利坚联邦总统
有时候也不得不裸体站着

虽然路上有路上的规矩
但你还是要避开人与人的游戏
放心吧妈妈,我能行

广告牌把你忽悠得飘飘然
以为你才是那
能做别人从没做过的事
赢别人从没赢过的人
但你周围的生活
一切如常继续

你失去了自己,你重新出现
突然发现自己已无所畏惧
你独自站着,身边没有一个人
一个遥远的战栗的声音
这时惊醒你昏睡的耳朵,它模糊地说
有人觉得他们真的找到了你

神经里一个问题遂被点亮
虽然你知道这问题没有合适的答案
但千万不要忘记
要把它存在你心底保证不忘记
你不属于
他、她、他们或它

虽然主人们为聪明人和傻子
都制订了规则
妈妈,我并没有什么目标,非实现不可

有些人不得不服从权威
虽然对权威一点儿瞧不起
他们看不上自己的工作和归宿
只会嫉妒地议论那些自由的人
培育鲜花对他们而言只是
投资,没有任何其他意思

有些人大谈被洗礼为党章必须遵守的原则
可加入的却是变相的社交俱乐部
让局外人自由地批评吧
他们只用挑一个人当偶像崇拜
然后说,愿上帝保佑他

有人巧舌如火地唱圣歌
却在追名逐利的唱诗班中漱口
在社会的老虎钳中改变形状
他们想上也上不来
所以只想拖住你,把你拖进
他所住的坑中

我并不想伤害谁,也不想找茬
有些人就是生活在地穴底下
没事儿,妈妈,如果我不能取悦他

人老珠黄的女法官,监视着成双成对的伴侣
自己缺乏性生活
便对别人满嘴仁义道德,侮辱仇视
金钱不会说话,金钱却会骂人
它说:一切都是骗人的,甭去理会宣传

有些人用凶手的荣誉
保护着他们看不见的东西,但是安全感
其实痛苦得不可思议
那些认为坦然面对死亡的事儿
不会自然落到人头上的人
生活有时
必须变得孤独

我睁眼望去,到处是拥挤的墓园
到处是虚假的神明
我拖着脚踩着鸡毛蒜皮,凸凹不平
戴着镣铐头朝下脚朝天地走着
我的腿踢着,想把镣铐踢断
说“好了好了,我已经够了
还有什么新玩意儿,没给我看?”

如果我的思想被人看见
也许他们会送我上断头台
但是没事儿,妈妈,这是生活,这不过是生活


出自专辑《全数带回家》
发行于1965年


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