Current 93 – They Return to Their Earth

Current 93 – They Return to Their Earth

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你是否做过这样一个梦:在一片黑暗的迷雾森林里迷了路,你心急无措的狂奔着却怎么都逃离不出这片迷林,绝望和死亡的感觉充斥着无助的你。。。而后惊醒,但自梦里带来的绝望气息竟浓烈真实得让你分辨不清是梦或现实,只能,再度沉沉睡去摆脱它。幸好,这只是一个梦!可现实世界里,这绝望感却总是真真实实的在侵蚀动摇着我们貌似坚强的内心和意志。渐渐,灵肉被撕扯出一条裂缝,痛苦就从这条缝隙里慢慢溢出,涓涓细流汇聚成河。

叔本华说人生是在痛苦和空虚之间像钟摆一样来回摆动,要么痛苦于你的欲求不满,要么空虚无聊于易于获得的满足,事实上痛苦与无聊两者也就是人生的两种最后成分。痛苦是人类死亡本能的表现,艺术家们特别需要这种痛苦状态,才能激发他们对于生命的思考和创作的源泉。在人生这两种成分中,David Tibet显然更多感受到的是痛苦。正是这痛苦才让他瘦削孱弱的身子能迸发出如此澎湃的激情和末世悲情的诗歌般创作,引领他一步步去寻求人向往的灵魂归宿——一个平静而充实的精神世界的归宿。

早前的David Tibet混迹并沉迷于于工业噪音带来的强烈冲击,他加入了当时臭名昭著的工业噪音乐队Throbbing Gristle,直到1980年与David Tibet、Tony Wakeford、Patric Legas及Douglas P组成大名鼎鼎的Death In June乐队(死于六月),这支完全不同于早期工噪的死亡民谣乐队,是他风格的一大转变。但David没待多久就脱离DIJ,自组了现今的Current 93,成员都是不固定的,真正意义上来说这只是David Tibet一人的乐队,让他拥有更多的空间延续在DIJ里无法实现的关于死亡关于宗教关于音乐和诗歌的理念。

从古至今,人都在不懈的努力与这痛苦和空虚感抗争,苦苦追寻着终极的快乐。可最纯粹的完全的快乐往往是和死亡联系在一起的,David Tibet拥有的正是这样的灵魂,内心深处浸染着躁动不安与挣扎绝望的死亡末世感,他如同从Tim Burton电影幕布里钻到现实世界的一个角色,睁着大大的眼睛看不懂这世界,瘦削孱弱的身子涌动着激情和诗人气质。

你看David Tibet的LIVE Vedio,他那沉浸其中而爆发出来的激情完全是自骨子里出来的,绝不是现今娱乐圈里那些矫情故作愤怒或荷尔蒙一时涌上头的作态。如果你光听David的歌而不看他所唱的歌词,那将是一大损失。他那有点跑调的唱法在我看来更接近于诗歌朗诵的方式,到后期发展到有时配乐只是一个背景音乐变得可有可无。而他创作的词绝多用的是诗歌体的英文字词,细看每首歌都是一首充满哲理的诗,或长或短,长得让你崩溃的,短的又仅有短短三两句。这首歌的词我看得津津有味,每句都值得推敲它的涵义,就看你用何种角度去解读它们,特别这歌中副歌反复吟唱的:Mother is in the fields, And Father is in the fields,结尾处那段愤怒的咆哮是对人的毁灭性的申诉和惋惜,最后配合着华丽的提琴和吉它声Father has died in the fields。。。。

生命如同两个走得不一致的时钟,内心那个在拼命狂奔着,外部这个却往往静止不动。这两个互相矛盾分裂的世界,如何调和它们实在是一大难题!别说不玩工噪后的David Tibet太煽情无趣,他只是在前行在探索,在找寻这矛盾分裂的最佳调和的宁静。而碌碌无为的我们,又有几人有勇气去探寻觉知自身,还有那被深深压抑蒙蔽着的自我呢?

When serpents come

They cover the Christ Thorn

Two heads

And cock heads

Serpents feet of emotion

Lidded eyes and smudged reality

Everything has two faces

One is earthly without true form

The other blackened and blackening

And mother is in the fields

Father is in the fields

You know well it’s tortured form

It’s locked within a particular place

It’s locked within a particular form

It’s jailed by a falling light

With angles shapes and size

It’s held by true what

It’s held by through place

It’s an aim that has no name

And mother is in the fields

Father is in the fields

It’s a form creating formless

Formless creating form

Oh four towers reaping backwards

Do not spell the sound

Do not move to the lies

Speak the words and they create the universe

And they destroy all universe

And mother sleeps in the fields

Father he reaps in the fields

Heavy-lidded eyes do not mask his pain

They shade us from the burning light

Listen one face one form one truth

I see it through the shading glass

I see it fractured in the world

This is not true

It’s appearance only

And mother is in the fields

Father is in the fields

An eagle flies his bloody face

Behind bloody claws behind bloody claws

His pain is blackened rain

His rain is Roman

Sire the pain it is not finished

I happens now

Matchstick man in a matchstick world

Nake the prime slice the sickle

Nake the sickle slice the core

Time stops when he was thirty-three

And mother is in the fields

Father is in the fields

Time stops when I am thirty

Time stops then and time stops there

Then is now

Oh why do we not say it

Time stops time breaks time folds

Time ceases

And pestle grindes the mortar

The mortar turns to dust

The metal turns to rust

Words they fail they fall apart

The corn it dies and is reborn

And mother stays in the fields

Father is in the fields

Blond hair moves in the blond corn

Boyd wears black he talks of death

But all his faces spell out light’s on the roof

He’s kissing a rose

A blooddrop comes from the heart of her life

Something hangs above there in the skies

Something hovers above his brown hair

Life without us in the background of light

And the birds don’t sing

When the curtain snaps

Anita’s in Ireland

She’s falling over rocks

Stars of the sky stars of the pain

And all stars meet in a falling star

And some make money from weapons’ blood

And some make money from hunger’s blood

And some make money from politics’ blood

And some make money from fear’s blood

And some make money from religion’s blood

The world falls apart

The world starts to cease

And mother is in the fields

And father has died in the fields

屋屋

2012.06.16.

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