古怪阴离的南方C城在这个初春的鸟语花香中奇怪招展,宛如爱丽丝梦境里出现的那些奇装异束的扑克牌士兵,燃着闪闪发光鳞片似的破碎诗歌章节。来自北方牧场的青涩小伙裹着一层薄薄的石蜡羊毛毯子,在南斯拉夫远洋货轮上回望北非阿拉伯丹吉尔寒冷的晨港,不远处便是轻纱般若隐若现的直布罗陀海峡。或者他又徜徉起了墨西哥夜晚的那些生猛大麻,神秘女子腋窝里的温暖肌肤,山雀跳过雨季的枝头,自己又回溯到彷徨在山野废弃教堂里的那个孤独身影,几个廉价管风琴记录下的音符小段……无论如何地在现实里喜悦挣扎,聆听美国独立乐队A whisper in the noise间接得到的就是这些意象,恰如阅读一部自动写作而成的公路式发狂小说,在激动混乱的蓝眼睛下面,深藏着故乡窗外 The weird, ancients Southern C City bizarre in the early spring flowers, like the oddly-dressed poker soldiers appearing in Alice’s Dream, sparkling with shimmering fragments of poetry. Sentimental guy from the north ranch wrapped in a thin layer of paraffin wool blankets, looking back in the Yugoslav ocean freighter on the cold morning port of Tangier, North Africa, not far from the gauze of the Straits of Gibraltar. Or he swirled with the marijuana of Mexican night, the warm skin in the armpit of the mysterious woman, the tits skipping the branches of the rainy season and tracing back to the solitary lone statue in the Abandoned Church in the mountains, recorded by several cheap organos Anyway, in the realities of the struggles, listening to the American independent band A whisper in the noise is indirectly obtained these images, just as reading an autobiographical road crazy novel, in the agitated blue eyes Below, deep hometown window