歌词
Written by：Joni Mitchell
作者：娇妮·蜜雪儿
昨夜我听见风声萧瑟
I heard it in the wind last night
像是舞台下观众如雷的掌声
沿着这条秋叶飘零的小径
It sounded like applause
你是否也听到了熟悉的掌声？
Did you get a round resounding for you
就像数年以前
Way up here
你我初见之时（Joni与James Taylor在1969年的纽波特民谣音乐节上相遇）
一起听到的那般
It seems like many dim years ago
不过今晚我可以在这感觉到你的气息
我创作着这首歌的旋律，正值屋外蝴蝶戏花
Since I heard that face to face
在紫丁香凋零之际
Or seen you face to face
你的女粉丝们兴致勃勃地告诉我
Though tonight I can feel you here
他们在某处看见了你
办事处坐着一位吟游诗人
I get these notes
他正颤抖着吟咏人生
On butterflies and lilac sprays
他向身边人发出恳求
From girls who just have to tell me
能否将他的灵魂传至四方
你的赛马系着红色的缎带
They saw you somewhere
在这片追名逐利的赛场上
蹄声于你，充满了魅惑
In some office sits a poet
如同身着晚礼裙的复古名媛
And he trembles as he sings
渐渐地你登上了榜单
And he asks some guy
你频繁出入于机场候机厅
To circulate his soul around
你的名字出现在新闻头条
你开始享受最优质的生活
On your mark red ribbon runner
可当聚光灯熄灭
你不过是一个普通人
The caressing rev of motors
一个唯有孤独相伴的普通人
Finely tuned like fancy women
想想那些你抱着吉他专心创作的青涩日子
In thirties evening gowns
你曾为爱情谱写了许多曲调
你曾将你稚嫩的情伤
Up the charts
倾注进吉他的声孔，和你那倔强的自尊
Off to the airport
如今你声名远扬
Your name's in the news
你的尊容出现在大屏幕上
Everything's first class
你的身影出现在应接不暇的媒体见面会上
可还有一些对你怀有敌意的人
The lights go down
就存在于你的公司
And it's just you up there
他们亵渎着你最近的成就
揣测着——哦，谁知道呢？
Getting them to feel like that
下一次这家伙
还会不会这么好运
Remember the days when you used to sit
我想我似乎是个忘恩负义的人
And make up your tunes for love
毕竟我腐朽的身心开始向物质的生活妥协
And pour your simple sorrow
名利带给我的一切奢华
To the soundhole and your knee
我想我无法放弃了
我正坐在这里
And now you're seen
该死的评论家们！
On giant screens
他们推荐了一些乐队
在电视上看完这些人的表演后
And at parties for the press
我觉得他们很是花里胡哨
And for people who have slices of you
这就是世人追求的名利啊
From the company
在你刚刚尝到受人尊敬的甜头时
他们就准备毁掉你
They toss around your latest golden egg
抨击你
Speculation well who's to know
最后将你钉在耻辱柱上
昨夜我听见风声萧瑟
If the next one in the nest
像极了舞台下的掌声
秋意将至
Will glitter for them so
夏日已然结束
不会再有明媚湿热的夜晚了
I guess I seem ungrateful
好在还有杨梅树的窸窣
With my teeth sunk in the hand
伐木工的锤声
That brings me things
以及那黯淡的月色倾泻而下
I really can't give up just yet
仿佛舞台上寂寥的聚光灯
Now I sit up here
The critic
And they introduce some band
But they seem so much confetti
Looking at them on my tv set
Oh the power and the glory
Just when you're getting a taste for worship
They start bringing out the hammers
And the boards
And the nails
I heard it in the wind last night
It sounded like applause
Chilly now
End of summer
No more shiny hot nights
It was just the arbutus rustling
And the bumping of the logs
And the moon swept down black water
Like an empty spotlight
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