Paul Kelly – From Little Things Big Things Grow

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智慧的光芒降临人间，大地上升起一群与众不同的生物。当智慧与智慧揍在一起，世上诞生文明。文明，这枚活力的精子，毫不生涩，灵巧熟练地进入大自然的子宫，保持亿年贞洁的少女，第一次受孕。仅仅历经千年，文明的后代成功地从自然的母体中分娩出来。他自诩为人，称自然为母，贡文明为父。

以父之名，人自立规则，名曰道德，并以孝为先。不幸的是，此举有点笨拙，有悖天赐的智慧，明明说要孝，却赤裸裸地改写了生母的法则。好在生物们看不懂这位天才导演想要表达的深刻寓意，不然闹出笑话，人肯定要恼羞成怒。

不过这出令“人”陶醉的好戏，并不那么顺利。18世纪（人的纪年方式），当文明的神像开始大举入住五洲庙宇，人遇到一些不识抬举的生物。生父受到不敬，人很激动，张开枪口骂了对方。这群生物太矫情，连枪吐出的唾沫都受不了，最后作死了不少。

作死的事发生很多，其中有一件是这样的。1770年，孝顺的库克船长带着神像四处寻找安放之地，偶遇一片风景如画的海滩后，他心中万喜，决定贡父于此。后来库克老家的领导遣送了一些道德不够高尚的同志（人的另一种称呼，后来又演变为又一种称呼）在这片海滩登陆，叮嘱他们在父亲神灵的感化下重新做人。不料，这么一件需要被赞美的好事，让一群黑不溜秋的家伙搅乱了节奏。这些家伙专爱装人弄鬼，不知哪来的妖术，把自己搞得人模人样的，但就是不爱干净，脸上布满鸟屎都舍不得擦掉，更可恶的是，居然厚脸无耻地用鸟语大声斥人离开。人本来是来修炼和传播父爱的，遇到无礼对待，难免有点情绪，就张开枪口说了几句。话音未落，有矫情作死的，有识相逃跑的，但有一些性情顽固的，不时要跑来吓唬人，影响很不好。1901年1月1日，老家领导选了个好日子，把此地有供神的南北各路打包在一起，成立了个联邦，那群叫作土著的家伙果断地被排除在人口普查范围外，被归为“动物群体”。

故事说到这里就好，故事说到这份上就够了。

唯一要补充的一点是，这群土著里有个家伙叫Vincent Lingiari，在他的族群被列为“动物群体”后的数十年间，他“盗用”人的智慧，与人对抗，最终迫人把一部分动物也叫做人。不过我想，他并不想做人，他想要的，只是土地和生活。

Vincent的故事，后来被写进人的歌里。这个人叫做Paul Kelly，他是二十世纪澳大利亚最伟大的歌者之一，可惜在中国的人并不熟悉他。Paul Kelly身上有种游吟诗人的气质，有时候他神神叨叨的样子像极了Bob Dylan。他的歌轻快起来清新十足，躁动起来一股摇滚骚劲，严肃起来也藏着极深的黑暗气质。2011年，Bob Dylan世界巡演的时候，我在悉尼听Dylan老歌新唱之前，偶遇了前来暖场的Kelly。他站在舞台上，只身一人抱着一把吉他，站着唱完四五首老作。曲目里有一首叫做《From Little Things Big Things Grow》，我很是喜欢。起初，我总是欢愉地跟着旋律哼唱副歌。后来，当我细看歌词，便不再出声，这样一首献给人类和人类生父的歌，实在有点沉重。我那骄傲的肩膀，松垮垮的。

歌曲的末处，有段并不清新的收尾。若不熟悉Kelly所要讲的故事，我真没发觉悄悄加进来的Didjeridu。这种常在澳洲街头看见土著乐人表演的乐器的出现，我想再合适不过了。

歌唱到这里就好，歌唱到这气氛上就够了。

智慧的光芒让人与众不同，文明的神威让人逐渐相同。流行在流感人间，道德在道貌岸然，科技在科幻真理，娱乐在娱弄知识。文明大人啊，真是对不起，我想我不够孝顺，我觉得小波先生说得挺好，做只特立独行的猪吧，做人多没意思。

Gather round people let me tell you’re a story

An eight year long story of power and pride

British Lord Vestey and Vincent Lingiarri

Were opposite men on opposite sides

Vestey was fat with money and muscle

Beef was his business, broad was his door

Vincent was lean and spoke very little

He had no bank balance, hard dirt was his floor

From little things big things grow

Gurindji were working for nothing but rations

Where once they had gathered the wealth of the land

Daily the pressure got tighter and tighter

Gurindju decided they must make a stand

They picked up their swags and started off walking

At Wattie Creek they sat themselves down

Now it don’t sound like much but it sure got tongues talking

Back at the homestead and then in the town

From little things big things grow

Vestey man said I’ll double your wages

Seven quid a week you’ll have in your hand

Vincent said uhuh we’re not talking about wages

We’re sitting right here till we get our land

Vestey man roared and Vestey man thundered

You don’t stand the chance of a cinder in snow

Vince said if we fall others are rising

From little things big things grow

Then Vincent Lingiarri boarded an aeroplane

Landed in Sydney, big city of lights

And daily he went round softly speaking his story

To all kinds of men from all walks of life

And Vincent sat down with big politicians

This affair they told him is a matter of state

Let us sort it out, your people are hungry

Vincent said no thanks, we know how to wait

From little things big things grow

Then Vincent Lingiarri returned in an aeroplane

Back to his country once more to sit down

And he told his people let the stars keep on turning

We have friends in the south, in the cities and towns

Eight years went by, eight long years of waiting

Till one day a tall stranger appeared in the land

And he came with lawyers and he came with great ceremony

And through Vincent’s fingers poured a handful of sand

From little things big things grow

That was the story of Vincent Lingairri

But this is the story of something much more

How power and privilege can not move a people

Who know where they stand and stand in the law

From little things big things grow

2014.01.20.

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