[00:00.17]好乐团 - 被爱灌溉长大的人 好乐团 - 被爱灌溉长大的人 专辑介绍歌词专辑列表歌手介绍 好乐团被爱灌溉长大的人 能消化了吗 魔镜歌词网 以上内容直接引自其他网站，但事实上，这首名为《忏魂曲》的曲子，内容与信仰毫无关系。歌曲讲述的是一个女人被她的丈夫背叛后选择了绝望的自杀，她描述的场面是魔幻和消极的，是她想象中死亡的场景，这个场景阴森可怕。引文中提及“而自杀者无外乎是最虔诚的教徒”这一说法，更是缺乏事实依据，令人不可思议。基督教和天主教的信徒是不可以自杀的，因为他们的信仰中坚信，人的生命是来自上帝的，人自己不能决定何时离开世界，也就是不能自杀，这一点在天主教中尤为强调。所以上面引述的这一段描述太随意，完全是某个人自己想出来的曲解，这首曲子的歌词和曲调都会对人的精神情绪产生极大的负面影响。 Smelling the fragrance of blood, I find requiem hall A run-down scene, the specter of debauchery singing, Black rosemary blooming vines meandering growth The soul looked, beliefs Scarlet moonlight Smelling the fragrance of blood, I find requiem hall Long-haired vampire queen opened the dusty window The deadwood shadow as her face, pure, such as teenage Resentment of her voice, together with the souls of chant Loved one, you remember I look like I buried the night, you sad Smelling the fragrance of blood, I find requiem hall Lounging on the statue in the distance, Brokeback hidden in the side That is the goddess of fantasy, with the middle finger to the direction of the Small red flowers in her side, it is a paradise In front of an abyss, the river murmuring flowing Blood, like the river, irrigation bloodthirsty desire It was the queen's soup plate, in full bloom deterioration soup She would cut off the neck of the flower, and asked whether it sad Distant lover, ah, you remember I look like Smelling the fragrance of blood, I find requiem hall Sun and the moon shining growth and decline, but I can only see the moon She painfully addicted to the taste of blood-red full-bodied and silver fragrance Queen crooned broken neck flowers lying at her feet They like cold places, hidden in the abyss of dead tree Each of the dead of the night, listening to the blood in the secret underground sound They like strange chant and the Deathly Hallows singing Sing is the retaliation or sparse Shexiang despair Lover away, do you remember me look like Why did not run into your eyes when I looked down at my funeral Smelling the fragrance of blood, I find requiem hall Flowers there is an appearance, in the quiet growth If there is no quiet moonlight How could such a cool ` The dilapidated grass distributing rotten fragrance Beautiful elves in the palace secret wander They also miss the grief who with memories Vine winding Man lush, hidden desire for revenge Waiting for the day to come, like the taste of the soup to taste blood Favorite people, ah, you and me Waiting for love to come, we were buried with Smelling the fragrance of blood, I find requiem hall Life wanton growth, lookout endless sorrow The flowers bow singing, singing undead advocates Local memories must have lilies in bloom Away Juvenile backs, embedded in tearful orbital The love nobody blessing will not perish Some chose to cowardly, it was decided to be strong The blue melancholy river Can wash past Can someone stick did not forget everlasting agreement Weak excuses and casual perfunctory stifle a beautiful flower That beautiful wilt become hurt into hate waiting into a bloody desire I want to find him regardless of whether he has changed appearance I will remember the look in his eyes, once as perfectly clear I will remember his vows, once as loud I will remember his betrayal had so let me leave the panic He had left with my gentle cold palm He will be very happy, because I blocked I am back to where I belong Because of love, I gave up again alone in the dark wander The poor queen and her flowers. The final choice alone drank a blood soup Dear people, whether you're aiming for Inadvertently reminds you once beautiful bride Transferred to the moment of the grave of love, has come to mean the demise All lament, are the living, self-sentimental
 Miss I miss take-off flight night long and thin I waited too long for too long The shuttle in the birds of dawn The inverse and the direction of the wind (I miss her draughty wings). The thirteenth pairs of eyes were used forsad Be lost in the night for methinking of you with flower petals the windows Don't knowI in your dream openthirteenth pairs of eyes You are silent,I'm in your dream planted the seeds I knoware you in a dream to sing the songs of birds And I knowyou are parting tears But the thirteenth pairs of eyesRising in corn field Light down through the night I want to hear you sing to the dawn bird knows the blooming season In my dreamsI tell you please forgive me slowly Because the night will be out I want you to know HL open in your dreams I want you to know you are my dream And I want you to know I am the night Kings 那穿梭于黎明的鸟儿 逆与风的方向（我的思念是她御风的双翼） 《第十三双眼睛》在西方无外乎是个恶毒的名字。“13”是不祥的数字，在西方，尤其是宗教领域波及的地方，没有人喜欢这个数字，因为他象征着耶稣的第十三个门徒犹大，他无情地出卖了耶稣，使耶稣痛苦地被钉在十字架上。于是“13”象征着不幸与受难。 “第十三双眼睛”是一双咒怨的眼睛，凡接触它的人仿佛都被死神凝视着，直到听者一个个乖乖的投入死神的怀抱，没有人知道这双眼睛究竟残害了多少生命，但仅从名字上已经能够作出推断，与接受上帝召唤的《忏魂曲》不同，《第十三双眼睛》是邪恶的诅咒。 网上流传诸多所谓“残曲”，曲中使用了大量延长磨碟音，同时旋律比较奇特，使人产生不舒服的感觉，但所有作曲都可能产生因曲调的不和谐音导致的厌烦，因此并不可信；同时，事先听前的心理语言暗示也很重要，其中诸多故事可能有事后附会的几率。 《第十三双眼睛》最早口口相传的是轻音乐，所以有填词的几乎都是假的。该曲的死亡资料也只有那个作曲家，但是网友却没有在犯罪记录中查到此人。且一个国家不会因为一个知名的作曲家去世而禁止了一整套乐曲。 《黑色星期天》、《忏魂曲》和《第十三双眼睛》被称为世界三大禁曲，在这三首曲子中，无疑《黑色星期天》在世界范围内最为著名。在其问世的这些年当中，据说有数百人的自杀与这首曲子有关，因此它有了另一个诨名“魔鬼的情书”。 这首曲子是匈牙利作曲家鲁兰斯·查理斯于1932年在法国创作的。查理斯是一位身材矮小、长相丑陋但谈吐幽默的犹太裔匈牙利人，自幼并未受过专业训练，自学成才。据说他当时受雇在匈牙利的--家餐厅担任钢琴演奏时，只能靠右手演奏，因为左手弹得不够流利。 这首曲子的发行，风靡欧洲，让人想不到的是，它的流行却引发了一场“音乐瘟疫”，先后有数人因为这首曲子而自杀。其问世之后不久，《黑色星期天》就被列为禁曲，直到1945年才解禁，不过在这期间它的完整版在全世界范围内已经统一销毁了。目前人们听到的这首曲子多为改动之后的。 《黑色星期天》诞生的年代，正是欧洲处于严重的经济危机之时，战争的阴霾也在迫近，很多人心中都充满了无助、忧郁、绝望。当听到这样一首乐曲的时候，一些人可能被瞬间催眠，感到生活已经没有意义，从而选择了自杀。 [5] |
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