我最近反复听的两首歌。都在很适时的时候，让我遇到了他们。两首都有点现实主义的歌，我把他们放在一起听的时候，发觉了两性的差异：女人永远是用自己的眼睛来看世界，而男人却以这个世界的目光审视自己。
两首同是对话形式的歌，后一首是一个女人对另一个女人的倾诉。当你在失落失意的时候，当不满于现在的生活，苦于梦想得不到实现时，听这两首歌，以一个被倾诉者的身份。

 

Streets of London   
                                         by Ralph McTell

Have you seen the old man in the closed-down market 
Kicking up the paper with his worn out shoes ?
In his eyes you see no pride, hand held loosely at his side
Yesterday`s paper telling yesterday`s news

 

So how can you tell me you`re lonely,
And say for you that the sun don’t shine?
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something to make you change your mind

 

Have you seen the old girl who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?
She's no time for talking, she just keeps right on walking 
Carrying her home in two carrier bags.

 

So how can you tell me you`re lonely,
And say for you that the sun don’t shine?
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something to make you change your mind

 

In the all night cafe at a quarter past eleven,
Same old man is sitting there on his own
Looking at the world  over the rim of his tea-cup
Each tea last an hour then he wanders home alone

 

So how can you tell me you`re lonely,
And say for you that the sun don’t shine?
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something to make you change your mind

 

And have you seen the old man outside the seaman’s mission
Memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears.
In our winter city, the rain cries a little pity
for one more forgotten hero and a world that doesn't care

 

So how can you tell me you`re lonely,
And say for you that the sun don’t shine?
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something to make you change your mind

 

我忘了是打开哪个网页的时候,耳边放着最大音量的摇滚。
然后忽然间一个清澈的女声跳了出来，穿透人心。

让我想起丽芙泰勒的话
好女孩上天堂，坏女孩走四方
她们通常都是美丽的，美丽而有思想，于是就更不容易满足

I've Never Been to Me 
                                                                by Charlene

Hey lady, you lady, cursing at your life
You're a discontented mother and a regimented wife
I have no doubt you dream about the things you never do
But I wish someone had talked to me like I wanna talk to you

 

Oh, I've been to Georgia and California and anywhere I could run
Took the hand of a preacher man and we made love in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free
I've been to paradise but I've never been to me...
 
Please lady please lady don't just walk away
'Cause I have this need to tell you why I'm all alone today
I can see so much of me still living in your eyes
Won't you share a part of a weary heart that has lived a million lives?

 

Oh, I've been to Nice and the isle of Greece when I sipped champagne on a yacht
I moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed them what I've got
I've been undressed by kings and I've seen some things that a woman ain't suppose to see
I've been to paradise but I've never been to me...

 

Hey, you know what paradise is?
It's a lie, a fantasy we created about people and places as we like them to be
But you know what truth is?
It’s that little baby you're holding and it's that man you fought with this morning
The same one you are gonna make love to tonight
That’s truth that's love

 

Sometimes I've been to crying for unborn children that might have made me complete
But I, I took the sweet life I never knew I'd be bitter from the sweet
I spent my life exploring the subtle whoring that costs too much to be free
Hey lady I've been to paradise but I've never been to me...