似乎听音乐就像谈恋爱一样，也是很讲究缘分的，只是听音乐比谈恋爱不知方便多少倍了，仍然是那爽朗无比的声线，风格多变且极具感染力的旋律，悦耳的合声，当然，最吸引我的自然是时而慵懒时而不羁的态度，毫不掩饰，真诚不虚伪。每一首歌曲都有其独特魅力，很容易感同身受，至少短时间内能屏蔽现实中那些无奈。
这首《Red Rabbits》，尤如New Wave的凝滞慢放，鸟语花香、世外桃源般的童话境界，而曲子后半段加入的清新箱琴扫弦和复古的电声吉它Riff，不仅为这首作品添上了许多田园风光、诗情画意的具象，让人进入那种比“乡村音乐”多一点独立的清新，而又比“另类乡村”要多一点乡村的古典的悦耳又流畅的音乐世界中，再加上一段切菜砍瓜式的吉它Solo，听来真是极其过瘾。也正是因为有了这种牢不可破的传统根基，依然会让人有种想做梦、想沉睡的欲望。
仿若时钟的节奏伴随城市前行，在熙熙攘攘的人群中，淹没颜色，淹没形状……
Red Rabbits
Hurled to the center of the Earth again,
The place where it's hot, love,
You know, it hurts to breathe in,
And the watershed you balance on is begging it,
Well did he ever know,
Will he ever know?
The trees in the moonshine are a dark lattice,
So you catalog in the angle you notice,
In a vacuum you recharge to record this,
So you won't make it easy on me.
And I can't go into this no more,
It puts too many thorns on my mind,
And the necessary balloon lies a corpse on the floor,
We've pissed on far too many sprites,
And they're all standing up for their rights. Born on a desert floor, you've the deepest thirst,
And you came to my sweet shore to indulge it,
With the wan and dreaming eyes of an orphan,
But there is not enough,
There is not enough.
Out of a gunnysack for red rabbits,
Into the crucible to be rendered an emulsion,
And we can't allow a chance they'd restore themselves,
So we can't make it easy on you.
Undaunted, you bathed in hollow cries,
The boils were swollen, sunburned eyes,
A reward for letting nothing under their skin,
So help me, I don't know, I might,
Just give the old dark side a try.
Don't cast your warring eyes on the shore,
Did we even the score?
I still owe you for the hole in the floor,
And the ghost in the hall,
Who decides who paddles over the falls?
Yeah, who makes the call,
Who makes the call? Well, I know there's an eventual
Release from every scale of crime,
But the necessary balloon lies a corpse on the floor,
We've pissed on far too many good intentions held by clever sprites,
And they're all standing up for their rights.
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