迈克尔杰克逊的话(英文原版)!!!
Well if I sat here and played some chords whatever and say I'm going to write the best song I've ever written, nothing happens. Something in the heavens has to say, "Look, this is the time that this is going to be laid on you, and this is when I want you to have it" Artists seem to get in the way of the music, get out of the way of the music, you know, don't, write the music. Let the music write itself.
那么,如果我坐在这里和发挥一些和弦不管,说我会写的最好的歌曲我已经写,没有任何反应。天上的东西的话, “你看,这是时间,这将是放在你,这是当我想请你把它”艺术家似乎取得了道路的音乐,摆脱道路上的音乐,你知道,不这样做,写音乐。让我们写自己的音乐。
You know he practiced us with a belt in his hands and if you missed a step he would tear you up. I got it a lot of times, he was tough. I don't think he realized to this day how scared, so scared that we would regurgitate
你知道他练我们用皮带在他的手里,如果你错过了一步,他将撕裂你。我得到了很多次,他太强大了。我不认为他实现这一天如何害怕,害怕我们会喷
That's why to this day I don't lay a finger on my children. I don't want them to ever feel that way about me, ever. And he didn't allow us to call him Daddy. You know I wanted to call him Daddy so bad. He said I'm not Daddy, I'm Joseph. I don't allow my children to call me Michael; I say I'm Daddy, just the opposite. So when people say the abuse, abuse?--That's not true!
这就是为什么到今天我不在于一个手指在我的孩子。我不想让他们都觉得这样对我,永远。和他没有让我们叫他爸爸。你知道,我想叫他爸爸那么糟糕。他说,我没有爸爸,我约瑟夫。我不容许我的孩子给我打电话迈克尔;我说我爸爸,正好相反。因此,当人们说的虐待,滥用? -那是不是真的!
I've said it many times. My greatest inspiration comes from kids, every song I write, every dance I do, all the poetry I write is all inspired from that level of innocence, that consciousness of purity and children have that. I see God in the face of children, and, I just love being around that all the time.
I've had no plastic surgery on my face, just my nose, it helped me breathe better so I can hit higher notes-as I can remember, just two.
我已经说过很多次。我最大的灵感来自于孩子们,我写每首歌曲,每一个舞蹈我,所有的诗歌是我写的所有灵感来自这一级别的无罪推定,即意识的纯度和孩子们说。我看到上帝在面对孩子,和,我只是喜欢在所有的时间。
我已经没有任何整形手术上我的脸,只是我的鼻子,它帮助我更好地呼吸,这样我就可以达到较高的债券,在我的记忆中,只有两个。
Everybody in Hollywood get plastic surgery. Plastic surgery wasn't invented for Michael Jackson. Just that though, not the whole face, just the nose, they try to say, "Why did you change it?" It's not true-it's just the nose.
每个人都在好莱坞获得整形手术。整形外科没有发明的迈克尔杰克逊。只是,虽然不是整个脸,只是鼻子,他们试图说, “你为什么要改变它? ”这不是真的,这只是鼻子。
I was changing, I'm telling you the honest truth: I don't do anything to my face.
我是不断变化的,我要告诉你的诚实的真理:我没有做任何我的脸
《Dancing the Dream》(梦舞诗话)是迈克尔·杰克逊于1992年7月发行的诗歌文集。迈克尔将它献给自己的母亲,其中充满灵性的诗作和散文均是迈克尔发自内心的感悟。迈克尔的文笔非常优美,每当你读完一段,你都会有新的体会和想法。读它们所得到的感动,就如我们在迈克尔音乐里得到的感动一样。这本书中不仅有迈克尔亲自撰写的诗与文,还有他个人收藏的上百幅照片、素描和绘画。影星伊丽莎白·泰勒为它写了精彩的引言。据很多人后来表示,当他们把其中的诗歌念给其他人听后,都得到了人们的齐声喝彩,并吸引了更多的人成为迈克尔·杰克逊迷。
百度一下就有了
摘取其中几段:
Consciousness expresses itself through creation.
This world we live in is the dance of the creator.
Dancers come and go in the twinkling of an eye but the dance lives on.
On many an occasion when I'm dancing, I've felt touched by something sacred.
In those moments, I've felt my spirit soar and become one with everything that exists. I become the stars and the moon. I become the lover and the beloved.
I become the victor and the vanquished. I become the master and the slave.
I become the singer and the song. I become the knower and the known.
I keep on dancing and then, it is the eternal dance of creation.
The creator and creation merge into one wholeness of joy.
I keep on dancing and dancing.......and dancing, until there is only......the dance.......
“意识凭借创作表达,我们住的这个世界是场创作者的舞蹈。舞者在注目中来来去去,而舞蹈留下。”
“在许多次起舞的情况下,我感觉触到某种神圣之物,在那些时刻,我的灵魂飞翔,与万物合一。我变成星,也变成月,变成爱者与被爱者,胜利者与被征服者,主人与奴隶,变成歌手与歌曲,知者与知识。”
“我继续跳着,永恒的创造之舞,创作者与创作融成完整的喜悦。
“我持续跳着、跳着…… 跳着,跳到只剩下……舞蹈。”
agical Child, Part 1
Once there was a child and he was free
Deep inside, he felt the laughter
The mirth and play of nature’s glee
He was not troubled by thoughts of hereafter
Beauty, love was all he’d see
He knew his power was the power of God
He was so sure, they considered him odd
This power of innocence, of compassion, of light
Threatened the priests and created a fright
In endless ways they sought to dismantle
This mysterious force which they could not handle
In endless ways they tried to destroy
His simple trust, his boundless joy
His invincible armor was a shield of bliss
Nothing could touch it, no venom, no hiss
The child remained in a state of grace
He wasn’t confined in time or place
In Technicolor dreams, he frolicked and played
While acting his part, in Eternity he stayed
Soothsayers came and fortunes were told
Some were vehement, others were bold
In denouncing this child, this perplexing creature
With the rest of the world he shared no feature
Is he real? He is so strange
His unpredictable nature knows no range
He puzzles us so, is he straight?
What’s his destiny? What’s his fate?
And while they whispered and conspired
Through endless rumors to get him tired
To kill his wonder, trample him near
Burn his courage, fuel his fear
The child remained just simple, sincere
All he wanted was the mountain high
Color the clouds, paint the sky
Beyond these boundaries, he wanted to fly
In nature’s scheme, never to die
Don’t stop this child, he’s the father of man
Don’t cross his way, he’s part of the plan
I am that Child, but so are you
You’ve just forgotten, just lost the clue
Inside your heart sits a Seer
Between his thoughts, he can hear
A melody simple but wondrously clear
The music of life, so precious, so dear
If you could for one moment know
This spark of creation, this exquisite glow
You would come and dance with me
Kindle this fire so we could see
All the children of the Earth
Weave their magic and give new birth
To a world of freedom with no pain
A world of joy, much more sane
Deep inside, you know it’s true
Just find that child, it’s hiding in you.
神奇的小孩
从前有个小孩,他很自由
在他内里都是笑意
都是自然欢愉的笑声和游戏
他不会被将来的想法困扰
美、爱,就是他现在看到的全部
他知道自己的力量就是神的力量
他很确定,别人一定会说他怪
这些纯真、同情、光明的力量
威胁到僧侣而引起阵恐慌
他们想尽办法要去注销
这股他们无能控制的神秘力量
千方百计,他们想去破坏
他的纯信,他无边的欢乐
他不可征服的甲胄是来自神恩的庇佑
无物能碰触,不受毒害,没有嘘声
这小孩永远保持在恩典中
不受时间也不受空间界定
在五光十色的梦里,他尽情嬉游
当他善尽本分,他就留在永恒中
预言家前来替他占卜前程
有的激烈,其余奔放
宣称这个小孩,这麻烦的生灵
和这世界其他部分无一点相像
他真实吗?那么奇特的一个人
他无由预测的天性无边无际
他如此迷惑我等,他是正常的吗?
什么是他的命运?什么是他的结局?
当他们低语密商
计划用无休止的谣传令他疲劳
要谋害他的奇迹,好好践踏
烧光他的勇气,燃起他的畏惧
这小孩仍然保持单纯、真诚
他只想和山比肩
涂抹云彩,彩绘天空
超越疆界,只想要飞
在造物者的计划里,他永生不死
别阻止这个小孩,他是所有男子的父亲
别挡着他的路,他是上帝计划的一部分
我就是那孩子,但你也是
你只是忘记了,只是丢失了线索
在你心里有位先知
在他的思维中他能听见
一首简单但惊人地清晰的旋律
是生命的音符,那么稀有,那么亲
如果你能有一刻看出
道道宇宙的火光,这剧烈的炽热
你将会来与我共舞
点起这火,我们看见
所有地球的小孩
正编织他们的魔术,催生一个
自由而无痛的地球
一个更健全的欢乐世界
内心深处你相信这一切
只要找到那个小孩,藏在你生命中的那个小孩
Wings Without Me
It was August, and I was looking up at the sky. With one hand shielding my eyes, I made out a falcon soaring on the currents of hot swirling air. Higher and higher it spiraled, until with one unearthly shriek, it disappeared. All at once I felt left behind. "Why did you grow wings without me?" I mourned. Then my spirit said, "The falcon’s way is not the only way. Your thoughts are as free as any bird." So I shut my eyes and my spirit took off, spiraling as high as the falcon and then beyond, so that I was looking down over the whole earth. But something was wrong. Why did I feel so cold and alone? "You grew wings without me," my heart said. "What good is freedom without love?" So I went quietly to the bed of a sick child and sang him a lullaby. He fell asleep smiling, and my heart took off, joining my spirit as it circled over the earth. I was free and loving, but still something was wrong. "You grew wings without me," my body said. "Your flights are only imagination." So I looked into books that I had ignored before and read about saints in every age who actually flew. In India, Persia, China, and Spain (even in Los Angeles!), the power of spirit has reached, not just into the heart, but into every cell of the body. "As if carried aloft by a great eagle," Saint Teresa said, "my ecstasy lifted me into the air." I began to believe in this amazing feat, and for the first time, I didn’t feel left behind. I was the falcon and the child and the saint. In my eyes their lives became sacred, and the truth came home: When all life is seen as divine, everyone grows wings.
没有我而生成的翅膀
八月,我望向长天,用单手遮蔽双眼,我假装有只猎鹰正在炙热的涡漩气流上盘桓,飞得愈来愈高,最后一声石破天惊的叫声,它消失了。
一刹那我觉得自己被抛弃,“为什么你可以不用我而生出双翼?”我哀伤道,灵魂却开口:“猎鹰的路并非唯一的路,你的思想能和任何一只鸟一样自由。”所以我闭上双眼,让灵魂起飞,像猎鹰一样飞得那么高,以致可以俯瞰整个世界。但,问题出来了,为何我感到那么寒冷又孤单?
“你没有我而生出翅膀,”我的心肠说,“自由而无爱,有什么用?”所以我静静来到病童的床边,为他唱一首催眠歌;他带着笑意睡去,然后我的心起飞,在我的精神飞绕过地球时和它会合。这下子我又自由又有爱,但仍然哪里有问题。
“你没有我而生出翅膀,”我的肉体说,“你的飞行不过是想象。”于是我去那些以前忽略的书中找寻,阅读每个时代里真正飞过的圣徒的事迹。在印度,在波斯,在中国和西班牙(甚至洛杉矶!),灵魂的力量都曾达到不只是心肠、甚至每个肉体的细胞。“就像被一只巨鹰挟带着飞升,”圣·德瑞莎说,“我的狂喜高举我入天。”
我开始去相信这惊人的功业。而且第一次,我不再觉得被抛在别人后边;我同时是猎鹰是小孩是圣徒,在我眼中,他们的生命都显得崇高,而真理如此深印我心:当所有生命被看作神圣,无一物生成翅膀而没有我。
Planet Earth (作者:MICHAEL JACKSON)
Planet Earth, my home, my place
A capricious anomaly in the sea of space
Planet Earth are you just
Floating by, a cloud of dust
A minor globe, about to bust
A piece of metal bound to rust
A speck of matter in a mindless void
A lonely spaceship, a large asteroid
Cold as a rock without a hue
Held together with a bit of glue
Something tells me this isn’t true
You are my sweetheart, soft and blue
Do you care, have you a part
In the deepest emotions of my own heart
Tender with breezes, caressing and whole
Alive with music, haunting my soul.
In my veins I’ve felt the mystery
Of corridors of time, books of history
Life songs of ages throbbing in my blood
Have danced the rhythm of the tide and flood
Your misty clouds, your electric storm
Were turbulent tempests in my own form
I’ve licked the salt, the bitter, the sweet
Of every encounter, of passion, of heat
Your riotous color, your fragrance, your taste
Have thrilled my senses beyond all haste
In your beauty, I’ve known the how
Of timeless bliss, this moment of now
Planet Earth are you just
Floating by, a cloud of dust
A minor globe, about to bust
A piece of metal bound to rust
A speck of matter in a mindless void
A lonely spaceship, a large asteroid
Cold as a rock without a hue
Held together with a bit of glue
Something tells me this isn’t true
You are my sweetheart gentle and blue
Do you care, have you a part
In the deepest emotions of my own heart
Tender with breezes, caressing and whole
Alive with music, haunting my soul.
Planet Earth, gentle and blue
With all my heart, I love you.
地球行星
地球行星,我的家,我的住处
宇宙海洋中反复无常的异象
地球行星你是否只是
漂浮经过的一团尘土
一个即将爆裂的球体
一片注定生锈的金属
无心虚空中的一点物质
一艘寂寞的太空船,一颗大的小行星
冰冷得像是块无色的石头
用点胶联结在一块儿
有些事告诉我这说法并不真确
你是我的甜心,柔软而忧愁
是否介意,让我拥有部分的你
在我心最深的感情里
如风爱抚的温柔
和音乐般的生机,萦绕我心
在血脉里我感受到
时间长廊的奥秘,历史的经典
生命之歌长长跃动在我血液
舞着潮汐与洪水的节奏
你朦胧的云,刺激的暴风
是我体内狂放的风雨
我舔尝过咸意、苦涩和甜味
关于每次相遇、激情和温度
你放纵的色彩,你的香气和味道
比一切最高速的事物还令我震撼
刹那间,在你的美中,我已明了
何谓永恒的福祉
地球行星你是否只是
漂浮经过的一团尘土
一个即将爆裂的球体
一片注定生锈的金属
无心虚空中的一点物质
一艘寂寞的太空船,一颗大的小行星
冰冷得像是块无色的石头
用点胶联结在一块儿
有些事告诉我这说法并不真确
你的我的甜心,柔软而忧愁
是否介意,让我拥有部分的你
在我心最深的感情里
如风爱抚的温柔
和音乐般的生机,萦绕我心
地球行星,温文而忧愁
用我的全心,爱你
Michael Jackson’s Dancing The Dream (1992)
目录
ANGEL OF LIGHT
ARE YOU LISTENING
BERLIN 1989
THE BOY AND THE PILLOW
BREAKING FREE
BUT THE HEART SAID NO
A CHILD IS A SONG
CHILD OF INNOCENCE
CHILDREN
CHILDREN OF THE WORLD
COURAGE
DANCE OF LIFE
DANCING THE DREAM
ECSTASY
THE ELUSIVE SHADOW
ENOUGH FOR TODAY
THE FISH THAT WAS THIRSTY
GOD
HEAL THE WORLD
HEAVEN IS HERE
HOW I MAKE MUSIC
I SEARCHED FOR MY STAR
I YOU WE
INNOCENCE
THE LAST TEAR
LOOK AGAIN, BABY SEAL
LOVE
MAGIC
MAGICAL CHILD, PART 1
MAGICAL CHILD, PART 2
MARK OF THE ANCIENTS
MOTHER
MOTHER EARTH
ON CHILDREN OF THE WORLD
ONCE WE WERE THERE
PLANET EARTH
QUANTUM LEAP
RYAN WHITE
SO THE ELEPHANTS MARCH
THAT ONE IN THE MIRROR
TRUST
TWO BIRDS
WHEN BABIES SMILE
WILL YOU BE THERE
WINGS WITHOUT ME
WISE LITTLE GIRL
Angel of Light
It's hard to see angels, although I've stared at their pictures for hours. Some people can see them without pictures, and they tell interesting tales. Guardian angels are all female, for instance, which didn't surprise me once I found out. A birth angel, recruited from the younger ranks, attends every baby when it appears, while another angel, older but not grim, helps the dying to leave this world without grief or pain.
You can pray to the angels and they will listen, but the best way to call them, I am told, is to laugh. Angels respond to delight, because that is what they're made of. In fact, when people's minds are clouded by anger or hatred, no angel can reach them.
Not all angels have wings -- so the visionaries claim -- but those who do can unfurl a span of golden feathers stretching over the entire world. If you had eyes that could look straight into the sun, you would see an overwhelming angel presiding there; a more serene one smiles out from the face of the moon.
Angels spend their entire lives, which are forever, spinning around the Creator's throne, singing His praise. People with keen ears have listened in. The harmonies of the angelic choir are incredibly complex, they say, but the rhythm is simple. "It's mostly march time," one eavesdropper affirmed. For some reason, that fact is almost the best I have learned so far.
After a while it got lonely hearing about angels you couldn't see for yourself. When an angel-watcher heard that, she was shocked. "Not see?" she said. "But you have an angel in you. Everybody does. I can see it right now, and I thought you could, too." "No," I said sadly, and I asked what it looked like. "Did it look like me?"
"Well, yes and no," the angel-watcher mysterious answered. "It all depends on what you think you are. Your angel is a speck of light perched at the very center of your heart. It is smaller than an atom, but just wait. Once you get close to it, your angel will expand. The closer you come, the more it will grow, until finally, in a burst of light, you will see your angel in its true shape, and at that very instant, you will also see yourself."
So now I am looking for my angel all the time. I sit silently, turning my gaze inward. It wasn't long before I caught a glimpse of something. "Is that you, Angel, holding a candle?" One flicker and it was gone. Yet that was enough to set my heart wildly beating. Next time my angel will be waving a lamp, then holding a torch aloft, then lighting a bonfire.
That's what the angel-watcher promised, and now that I have caught sight of glory, I know enough to believe.
Are You Listening?
Who am I?
Who are you?
Where did we come from?
Where are we going?
What's it all about?
Do you have the answers?
Immortality's my game
From Bliss I came
In Bliss I am sustained
To Bliss I return
If you don't know it now
It's a shame
Are you listening?
This body of mine
Is a flux of energy
In the river of time
Eons pass, ages come and go
I appear and disappear
Playing hide-and-seek
In the twinkling of an eye
I am the particle
I am the wave
Whirling at lightning speed
I am the fluctuation
That takes the lead
I am the Prince
I am the Knave
I am the doing
That is the deed
I am the galaxy, the void of space
In the Milky Way
I am the craze
I am the thinker, the thinking, the thought
I am the seeker, the seeking, the sought
I am the dewdrop, the sunshine, the storm
I am the phenomenon, the field, the form
I am the desert, the ocean, the sky
I am the Primeval Self
In you and I
Pure unbounded consciousness
Truth, existence, Bliss am I
In infinite expressions I come and go
Playing hide-and-seek
In the twinkling of an eye
But immortality's my game
Eons pass
Deep inside
I remain
Ever the same
From Bliss I came
In Bliss I am sustained
Join me in my dance
Please join me now
If you forget yourself
You'll never know how
This game is played
In the ocean bed of Eternity
Stop this agony of wishing
Play it out
Don't think, don't hesitate
Curving back within yourself
Just create...just create
Immortality's my game
From Bliss I came
In Bliss I'm sustained
To Bliss I return
If you don't know it now
It's a shame
Are you listening?
Berlin 1989
They hated the Wall, but what could they do? It was too strong to break through.
They feared the Wall, but didn't that make sense? Many who tried to climb over it were killed.
They distrusted the Wall, but who wouldn't? Their enemies refused to tear down one brick, no matter how long the peace talks dragged on.
The Wall laughed grimly. "I'm teaching you a good lesson," it boasted. "If you want to build for eternity, don't bother with stones. Hatred, fear, and distrust are so much stronger."
They knew the Wall was right, and they almost gave up. Only one thing stopped them. They remembered who was on the other side. Grandmother, cousin, sister, wife. Beloved faces that yearned to be seen.
"What's happening?" the Wall asked, trembling. Without knowing what they did, they were looking through the Wall, trying to find their dear ones. Silently, from one person to another, love kept up its invisible work.
"Stop it!" the Wall shrieked. "I'm falling apart." But it was too late. A million hearts had found each other. The Wall had fallen before it came down.
The Boy And The Pillow
A wise father wanted to teach his young son a lesson. "Here is a pillow covered in silk brocade and stuffed with the rarest goose down in the land," he said. "Go to town and see what it will fetch."
First the boy went to the marketplace, where he saw a wealthy feather merchant. "What will you give me for this pillow?" he asked. The merchant narrowed his eyes. "I will give you fifty gold ducats, for I see that this is a rare treasure indeed."
The boy thanked him and went on. Next he saw a farmer's wife peddling vegetables by the side of the road. "What will you give me for this pillow?" he asked. She felt it and exclaimed, "How soft it is! I'll give you one piece of silver, for I long to lay my weary head on such a pillow."
The boy thanked her and walked on. Finally he saw a young peasant girl washing the steps of a church. "What will you give me for this pillow?" he asked. Looking at him with a strange smile, she replied, "I'll give you a penny, for I can see that your pillow is hard compared to these stones."
Without hesitation, the boy laid the pillow at her feet.
When he got home, he said to his father, "I have gotten the best price for your pillow." And he held out the penny.
"What?" his father exclaimed. "That pillow was worth a hundred gold ducats at least."
"That's what a wealthy merchant saw," the boy said, "but being greedy, he offered me fifty. I got a better offer than that. A farmer's wife offered me one piece of silver."
"Are you mad?" his father said. "When is one piece of silver worth more than fifty gold ducats?"
"When it's offered out of love," the boy replied. "If she had given me more, she wouldn't have been able to feed her children. Yet I got a better offer than that. I saw a peasant girl washing the steps of a church who offered me this penny."
"You have lost your wits completely," his father said, shaking his head. "When is a penny worth more than one piece of silver?"
"When it's offered out of devotion," the boy replied. "For she was laboring for her Lord, and the steps of His house seemed softer than any pillow. Poorer than the poorest, she still had time for God. And that is why I offered her the pillow."
At this the wise father smiled and embraced his son, and with a tear in his eye he murmured, "You have learned well."
Breaking Free
All this hysteria, all this commotion
Time, space, energy are just a notion
What we have conceptualized we have created
All those loved, all those hated
Where is the beginning, where's the end
Time's arrow, so difficult to bend
Those broken promises, what they meant
Those love letters, never sent
But The Heart Said No
They saw the poor living in cardboard shacks, so they knocked the shacks down and built projects. Huge blocks of cement and glass towered over asphalt parking lots. Somehow it wasn't much like home, even home in a shack. "What do you expect?" they asked impatiently. "You're too poor to live like us. Until you can do better for yourselves, you should be grateful, shouldn't you?" The head said yes, but the heart said no.
They needed more electricity in the city, so they found a mountain stream to dam. As the waters rose, dead rabbits and deer floated by; baby birds too young to fly drowned in the nest while mother birds cried helplessly. "It's not a pretty sight," they said, "but now a million people can run their air conditioners all summer. That's more important than one mountain stream, isn't it?" The head said yes, but the heart said no.
They saw oppression and terrorism in a far-off land, so they made war against it. Bombs reduced the country to rubble. Its population cowered in fear, and every day more villagers were buried in rough wooden coffins. "You have to be prepared to make sacrifices," they said. "If some innocent bystanders get hurt, isn't that just the price one must pay for peace?" The head said yes, but the heart said no.
The years rolled by and they got old. Sitting in their comfortable houses, they took stock. "We've had a good life," they said, "and we did the right thing." Their children looked down and asked why poverty, pollution, and war were still unsolved. "You'll find out soon enough," they replied."Human beings are weak and selfish. Despite our best efforts, these problems will never really end."
The head said yes, but the children looked into their hearts and whispered, "No!"
Consciousness expresses itself through creation.
This world we live in is the dance of the creator.
Dancers come and go in the twinkling of an eye but the dance lives on.
On many an occasion when I'm dancing,
I've felt touched by something sacred.
In those moments, I've felt my spirit soar and become one with everything that exists. I become the stars and the moon. I become the lover and the beloved.
I become the victor and the vanquished.
I become the master and the slave.
I become the singer and the song.
I become the knower and the known.
I keep on dancing and then,it is the eternal dance of creation.
The creator and creation merge into one wholeness of joy.
I keep on dancing and dancing .......and dancing, until there is only......the dance.
Michael Jackson’s Dancing The Dream
agical Child, Part 1
Once there was a child and he was free
Deep inside, he felt the laughter
The mirth and play of nature’s glee
He was not troubled by thoughts of hereafter
Beauty, love was all he’d see
He knew his power was the power of God
He was so sure, they considered him odd
This power of innocence, of compassion, of light
Threatened the priests and created a fright
In endless ways they sought to dismantle
This mysterious force which they could not handle
In endless ways they tried to destroy
His simple trust, his boundless joy
His invincible armor was a shield of bliss
Nothing could touch it, no venom, no hiss
The child remained in a state of grace
He wasn’t confined in time or place
In Technicolor dreams, he frolicked and played
While acting his part, in Eternity he stayed
Soothsayers came and fortunes were told
Some were vehement, others were bold
In denouncing this child, this perplexing creature
With the rest of the world he shared no feature
Is he real? He is so strange
His unpredictable nature knows no range
He puzzles us so, is he straight?
What’s his destiny? What’s his fate?
And while they whispered and conspired
Through endless rumors to get him tired
To kill his wonder, trample him near
Burn his courage, fuel his fear
The child remained just simple, sincere
All he wanted was the mountain high
Color the clouds, paint the sky
Beyond these boundaries, he wanted to fly
In nature’s scheme, never to die
Don’t stop this child, he’s the father of man
Don’t cross his way, he’s part of the plan
I am that Child, but so are you
You’ve just forgotten, just lost the clue
Inside your heart sits a Seer
Between his thoughts, he can hear
A melody simple but wondrously clear
The music of life, so precious, so dear
If you could for one moment know
This spark of creation, this exquisite glow
You would come and dance with me
Kindle this fire so we could see
All the children of the Earth
Weave their magic and give new birth
To a world of freedom with no pain
A world of joy, much more sane
Deep inside, you know it’s true
Just find that child, it’s hiding in you.
LZ要的不是dangerous专辑里小书扉页的话么?5L的就是英文版的~(我还特地拿我家的专辑核对了一下)
其他的话楼上的童鞋们已经说得很多啦~哈哈~飘走~
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