他催我记起他

最近大都听爵士,但昨天晚上,忽然就很想听Elliot Smith的歌,就把Good Will Hunting的电影原声mp3找出来听。感觉还是很棒,连同里面其他人的歌,但最喜欢的还是ES的那5首。想起来自己并没有他的其他碟,就上网去找,发现再过两天就是他的忌日了。

去年秋一天,莫名就拿了一部1997年的老片子Good Will Hunting来看。看完了,非常喜欢里面一段老师的台词,还有就是喜欢里面的几首插曲。找到剧本和原声,同时惊异的发现,做原声的Elliot Smith前几天刚刚自杀,那时我还不认识他。他的死法在就算在自杀常见的音乐圈里也很惊悚,他拿一把匕首刺进了自己的胸膛。

巧合,我不得不认为他催我记起他。


简述生平:童年不幸福。9岁开始玩乐器,10岁开始创作。大学修哲学和政治科学。不停迁居。吸毒。……他的音乐被他的歌迷导演看中,邀请他为Good Will Hunting做音乐,竟获奥斯卡提名,成名。

他的音乐,有着我喜欢的民谣气质。这要包括堪称优美的旋律,倾诉般的嗓音,清脆的吉他,动人的歌词。最重要的,柔软。讲音乐的文章和音乐本身相比,相当乏力,这个部分要听才感觉得到。还是讲八卦。

那年的奥斯卡颁奖没看,没有见到和“I know that my heart will go on”同台唱出的“do you miss me / miss misery”。

还是翻译一下那首歌词,听歌吧。

miss misery

Elliott Smith

i’ll fake it through the day
with some help from johnny walker red
send the poison rain down the drain
to put bad thoughts in my head

在红方威士忌的帮助下
我伪装了一整天
我把毒药倒进水沟
却把有害的想法放进头脑

two tickets torn in half
and a lot of nothing to do
do you miss me, miss misery
like you say you do?

有两张撕成两半的票
还有很多不关紧要的事要做
你想我吗,亲爱的不幸的女孩
像你说的那样

a man in the park
read the lines in my hand
told me i’m strong
hardly ever wrong i said man you mean

公园里有个人
看了我的掌纹
说我很强壮
我说你几乎一点没错

you had plans for both of us
that involved a trip out of town
to a place i’ve seen in a magazine
that you left lying around

你有个给我俩的计划
关于一次出城的旅行
到一个我在杂志上看到的地方
你留下遍地谎话

i don’t have you with me but
i keep a good attitude
do you miss me, miss misery
like you say you do?

我没有了你
却保持了平和
你想我吗,亲爱的不幸的女孩
像你说的那样

i know you’d rather see me gone
than to see me the way that i am
but i am in the life anyway

我知道你宁愿看着我消失
也不愿看到我现在这样子
但不管怎么说我还活着

next door the tv’s flashing
blue frames on the wall
it’s a comedy of errors, you see
it’s about taking a fall

隔壁的电视机投到墙上
蓝色的一帧帧画面
你瞧那是部谬误的喜剧
关于被打败的故事

to vanish into oblivion
is easy to do
and i try to be but you know me
i come back when you want me to

要消失到没人记得
很容易就可以
我会设法做到,但你了解我的
你要的时候我就回来

do you miss me miss misery
like you say you do?

4 Responses to “他催我记起他”

  1. bedworm Says:

    把Good Will Hunting里面我喜欢的那段台词也放上来。Will是个极有才华的年轻人,他读了很多书,博闻强记。他惹事,被法庭要求接受心理辅导。但那些心理学家被他轻松一一羞辱。爱惜他才华的教授请了老同学Sean来。他初见面就从一幅画上窥见了Sean内心深处的弱点,并成功地激怒了他。
    隔几天,Sean约Will见面。

    EXT. BOSTON COMMON — MINUTES LATER

    Sean and Will sit in the bleachers at the mostly empty park.
    They look out over a small pond, in which a group of
    schoolchildren on a field trip ride the famous Swan Boats.

    WILL
    So what’s with this place? You have a
    swan fetish? Is this something you’d
    like to talk about?

    SEAN
    I was thinking about what you said to
    me the other day, about my painting.
    I stayed up half the night thinking
    about it and then something occured
    to me and I fell into a deep peaceful
    sleep and haven’t thought about you
    since. You know what occurred to me?

    WILL
    No.

    SEAN
    You’re just a boy. You don’t have the
    faintest idea what you’re talking about.

    WILL
    Why thank you.

    SEAN
    You’ve never been out of Boston.

    WILL
    No.

    SEAN
    So if I asked you about art you could
    give me the skinny on every art book
    ever written…Michelangelo?
    You know a lot about him I bet. Life’s
    work, criticisms, political aspirations.
    But you couldn’t tell me what it smells
    like in the Sistine Chapel. You’ve
    never stood there and looked up at
    that beautiful ceiling. And if I asked
    you about women I’m sure you could
    give me a syllabus of your personal
    favorites, and maybe you’ve been laid
    a few times too. But you couldn’t
    tell me how it feels to wake up next
    to a woman and be truly happy. If I
    asked you about war you could refer me
    to a bevy of fictional and non-fictional
    material, but you’ve never been in
    one. You’ve never held your best
    friend’s head in your lap and watched
    him draw his last breath, looking to
    you for help. And if I asked you about
    love I’d get a sonnet, but you’ve never
    looked at a woman and been truly
    vulnerable. Known that someone could
    kill you with a look. That someone
    could rescue you from grief.
    That God had put an angel on Earth
    just for you. And you wouldn’t know
    how it felt to be her angel. To have
    the love be there for her forever.
    Through anything, through cancer. You
    wouldn’t know about sleeping sitting
    up in a hospital room for two months
    holding her hand and not leaving because
    the doctors could see in your eyes
    that the term “visiting hours” didn’t
    apply to you. And you wouldn’t know
    about real loss, because that only
    occurs when you lose something you
    love more than yourself, and you’ve
    never dared to love anything that much.
    I look at you and I don’t see an
    intelligent confident man, I don’t see
    a peer, and I don’t see my equal. I
    see a boy. Nobody could possibly
    understand you, right Will? Yet you
    presume to know so much about me because
    of a painting you saw. You must know
    everything about me. You’re an orphan,
    right?

    Will nods quietly.

    SEAN (cont’d)
    Do you think I would presume to know
    the first thing about who you are
    because I read “Oliver Twist?” And I
    don’t buy the argument that you don’t
    want to be here, because I think you
    like all the attention you’re getting.
    Personally, I don’t care. There’s
    nothing you can tell me that I can’t
    read somewhere else. Unless we talk
    about your life. But you won’t do
    that. Maybe you’re afraid of what
    you might say.

    Sean stands,

    SEAN (cont’d)
    It’s up to you.

    And walks away.

  2. 匿名博友 Says:

    这些日子听太多的爵士,或者这些都是为了上次的现场所做的温习。不是为了拘泥于某种状态,很多时候的聆听不应该有任何的理由。很多事情是没有征兆的,我听他的歌从朋克到民谣的蜕变,任何一个局外人对于他的死除了惋惜不应该有任何揣测;我们只需要在他的音乐里渡过这夜里微凉的幸福……

  3. Says:

    正好在看good will hunting
    搜台词的时候找到你的网页
    我也很喜欢这一段,很感人

  4. bedworm Says:

    这里是完整剧本

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