马克·诺普勒（Mark Knopfler） -香格里拉 Shangri-La [MP3!]

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资源信息： 专辑英文名: Shangri-La 专辑中文名: 香格里拉 歌手: 马克·诺普勒（Mark Knopfler） 资源格式: MP3 发行时间: 2004年10月 地区: 英国 语言: 英语 概述:

http://www.mark-knopfler.com/shangrila_images/shangrila_390.gif 英国乐坛殿堂级超级组合恐怖海峡（Dire Srtaits）的乐队灵魂 Mark Knopfler 的第四张个人专辑，对于马克和恐怖海峡乐队这里就不做介绍了，DS的乐迷是不会错过这位吉他大师的每一首作品的，特别是在去年马克因车祸终止了巡演之后，这张专辑的发行足以让他的乐迷感到欣慰了。 [香格里拉专辑的故事] 与Mark Knopfler 一席谈 Q：Mark，从去年三月的摩托车事故至今，你写了不少歌还在加州录制了新专辑? A：我觉得写了很多。那场意外让我在家呆着而不能继续巡演，凡事总有积极的一面。我正努力恢复，已经准备好上路。 Q：你还是与以前的乐队合作并和Chuck Ainlay 联合制作？ A： 是，我们一起合作已有十年了，我们有很棒的shorthand（sorry, 估计是吉他和弦切换方面的用语） 和一样的幽默感。这样的感觉很好，我们在一起时我有最好状态。我弹给他们听我写的歌，相互探讨一下，然后就能开始合录了。 乐队还是以前的人员配备： 吉他 Richard Bennett，键盘 Jim Cox and Guy Fletcher, 贝司Glenn Worf，鼓 Chad Cromwell. 我们一起演奏时会有一些搞笑打闹的事情发生（诸如“谁放的气？”一类），所以有时候会有少部分片段需要重来一次，但乐队演奏并把握得很好所以没必要停止录音。我们很少一次性录完整首歌，但经常用第一遍的录音。 Q：录音地点有影响吗？ A: Shangri-La 是在Malibu的一个有年头的studio 录制的. Bob Dylan, Neil Young 和 The Band 也常在那儿录音。 Studio的主人做了很多维护并请我去那儿录音。这个“Old California” （可能是studio 的名字） 随着我的录音留下岁月的痕迹。 Q: 你从不热衷于解释你的歌词，对吗？ A: 对， 有一些我会。 我欣赏 David Hockney 谈论他绘画的方式。举个例子，我努力尝试尽量简明直接，但有时我发觉对一些歌曲解释得越多，听者却离题越远。人们会照自己的理解去解读，加入个体的东西，他们事实也是这么做的。这非常有趣，歌词的原意会离你而去变成他们的了。 例如在“The Trawlerman’s Song”中， 我就不会告诉你“他”来自何方，因为我想让听众自由想象。 有些歌词会比较容易解释。有很多主题与之关联。有时我会借古喻今，尽管时间不同，而人们还是一样。有许许多多的角色- 爱人，战士，渔夫，囚犯，戏子，乐手，小偷，政客。我发觉60年代对我的影响比我年少时要多一些。 5.15 am – 这首歌的部分内容是关于泰恩河畔赌场职员的谋杀案，在我年少时那可是个大事件。写歌只能退而居其次了。在一个寒冷的清晨，一个刚下夜班的矿工骑车回家时发现了尸体。后来夜店都搬去Newcastle了. 再接着是美国文化的渗透，并持续至今。 上周Notting Hill发生了第一起驾车枪击案件。 Back To Tupelo-- 我想在孩提时我就渐渐领会猫王既想当歌星又想当影星。我并没有意识到他的影响力如此巨大。我很惊讶地看到现在的音乐经纪人对他的经纪人Colonel Parker 如此崇拜。还有成千上万的， 可能比过去任何年代都多的年轻人梦想着出名，只是想出名。 Boom, Like That -- 这首歌是关于Ray Kroc, 将McDonalds 推向全球的人。现在对他有相悖的看法： 一是来自抵制全球化的运动的人， 另一方面是推崇他为视觉商业模型创始人的人们。 这首歌主要由 Kroc谈论他自己的内容组成。 Sucker Row-- 想象中是一个不起眼的伴舞牛郎对Las Vegas美好憧憬。有人将 Vegas 的创立者比作梦想家和造梦者，可其他人不这么认为。 Song For Sonny Liston -- 我小时候Sonny Liston 是个大人物。 他是拳王阿里和Cassius Clay 夺取金腰带征途中的一道坎。他不够正直，他有一个悲惨的童年，在他脸上看不见笑容。有些方面会令我想起Mike Tyson。Nick Tosches 写了本很棒的关于Liston的书，对我写这首歌很有帮助。 上面这首歌我作成三重奏，吉他，贝司和鼓，同 ”Donegan’s gone” 一样， 尽管Jim加了些键盘在里面。 我六岁时有几张Donegan 的录音。 回到bottleneck 吉他的感觉很好。 非常荣幸最近和Joe Brown 一起在Royal Albert Hal 为Lonnie 献演。 我的记忆中珍藏着Lonnie 在厨房里为我们可爱的宝贝女儿低声吟唱的场景。 Postcards From Paraguay -- 我想象一些游手好闲者干着偷鸡摸狗的勾当。友人提醒我近来这个专辑被部分解读为关于诚实劳动的人们与贪婪掠夺者之间的对比。 也许我脑中的主题更关注公司犯罪。 Q: 有些人听 “Everybody Pays“ 的“Got shot off my horse, so what I ‘m up again” 认为你在讲你的事故. A: 随他们理解吧！，When you want to sing and dance -- 当一个孩子告诉我他想以音乐为职业， 我看着他，好啊，不过一定会有挫折的。成功的时候自然风光无限，但低谷的时候也会令人沮丧。 某种意义上，有点象竞技体育，因为这是一个充满竞争的环境。Hank (Marvin) 对“Our Shangri-La”里我的吉他演奏有一定影响，这是首关于现时现刻的歌。我喜欢Hank的演奏，因为他的影响我的第一把吉他是红色的。 Q: 在你创作你自己专辑的过程中，你曾和Emmylou Harris 演奏过二重奏， 是吗？ A: 是，在过去几年间，我们尽量安排时间在各地录制一些片段，我希望不久的将来我们能出个专辑， 这很容易，Emmy 是难以置信的棒。 Q: 为了事故你不得不推迟巡演，你一定非常渴望再开始巡演吧？. A: 我盼望着。我错过了一次巡演，这在以前从未发生过。现场演奏对我来说是如此重要。我是幸运的， 我快乐的写歌，录音，排练，现场演出 – 就是这样。 http://www.knopfler.net/pics/san_francisco2001_01.jpg [香格里拉与AMD64] 　　超微半导体(AMD)公司表示，吉他超级巨星Mark Knopfler的最新专辑『Shangri-La』(香格里拉)是采用内建AMD Opteron双核心处理器为主的数字录音工作站(digital audio workstation)，并以24-bit/96kHz高解析音效和5.1环绕声道录制。专辑的基本音轨一开始是在双16轨的模拟机器上录制，接着便立即转换成数字格式再做进一步的录音处理。而混音工程同样是在AMD64工作站上处理，并加入5.1环绕与高分辨率的立体混音。AMD64 Masters Group的成员Chuck Ainlay则全程与Knopfler一同进行录制工作。 　　由Verari Systems所推出的内建AMD64处理器工作站是在微软Windows XP专业版操作系统下执行Steinberg Nuendo 2 Media Production System软件(www.steinberg.net)，它具备了卓越的效能、稳定性以及音效重制品质。藉由AMD64技术获得世界顶尖艺人与制作人所采用，更进一步凸显了专业数字录音市场成长的趋势。 　　Knopfler表示，当初要把Shangri-La的原始模拟录音转换成数字音效时，我决定采用内建AMD Opteron处理器的系统来执行Nuendo，并用96kHz的录音品质，为的就是维持所有原始录音的音质。我在伦敦的British Grove工作室中也是选用AMD的处理器来执行Nuendo系统，以补足模拟机器的功能。 　　Knopfler是享有世界级声誉的吉他演奏者、作曲家，他并且带领摇滚乐团Dire Straits创造出多白金的销售成绩。随着险峻海峡乐团首张专辑的发行，Knopfler独特的吉他音色及让人印象深刻的风格重新界定了摇滚吉他英雄的地位。他的独奏专辑也持续热卖了数百万张。这张新专辑便是在加州Malibu的香格里拉工作室录制而成。 　　Chuck Ainlay表示，我非常以这张专辑为荣，AMD64工作站以及搭配之Nuendo完整的将Mark的风格与艺术精髓捕捉下来。这套是我所用过最棒的录音装置，无论是在速度、弹性、稳定性方面都有极佳的声音表现。 　　除了数字录音工作站外，AMD64技术也应用在桌上型与笔记型电脑中，它可让所有艺人拥有像音乐大师Mark Knopfler所拥有的功能。 [专辑歌词] 5.15 a.m. snow laying all around a collier cycles home from his night shift underground past the silent pub primary school, workingmens club on the road from the pithead the churchyard packed with mining dead then beneath the bridge he comes to a giant car a shroud of snow upon the roof a mark ten jaguar he thought the man was fast asleep silent, still and deep both dead and cold shot through with bullet holes the one armed bandit man came north to fill his boots came up from cockneyland e-type jags and flashy suits put your money in pull the levers watch them spin cash cows in all the pubs but he preferred the new nightclubs nineteen sixty-seven bandit men in birdcage heaven la dolce vita, sixty-nine all new to people of the tyne who knows who did what somebody made a call they said his hands were in the pot that he’d been skimming hauls he picks up the swag they gaily gave away drives his giant jag off to his big pay day the bandit man came north to fill his boots came up from cockneyland e-type jags and flashy suits the bandit man came up the great north road up to geordieland to mine the mother lode seams blew up or cracked black diamonds came hard won generations toiled and hacked for a pittance and black lung crushed by tub or stone together and alone how the young and old paid the price of coal eighteen sixty-seven my angel’s gone to heaven he’ll be happy there sunlight and sweet clean air they gather round the glass tough hewers and crutters child trappers and putters the little foals and half-marrows who pushed and pulled the barrows the hod boys and the rolleywaymen 5.15 a.m. i’m going to san bernardino ring-a-ding-ding milkshake mixers that’s my thing, now these guys bought a heap of my stuff and i gotta see a good thing sure enough, now or my name’s not kroc that’s kroc with a ‘k’ like ‘crocodile’ but not spelled that way, yeah it’s dog eat dog rat eat rat kroc-style boom, like that the folks line up all down the street and i’m seeing this girl devour her meat, now and then i get it, wham as clear as day my pulse begins to hammer and i hear a voice say: these boys have got this down oughtta be a one of these in every town these boys have got the touch it’s clean as a whistle and it don’t cost much wham, bam you don’t wait long shake, fries patty, you’re gone and how about that friendly name? heck, every little thing oughtta stay the same or my name’s not kroc that’s kroc with a ‘k’ like ‘crocodile’ but not spelled that way, now it’s dog eat dog rat eat rat kroc-style boom, like that you gentlemen ought to expand you’re going to need a helping hand, now so, gentlemen well, what about me? we’ll make a little business history, now or my name’s not kroc call me ray like ‘crocodile’ but not spelled that way, now it’s dog eat dog rat eat rat kroc-style boom, like that well we build it up and i buy ‘em out but, man they made me grind it out, now they open up a new place flipping meat so i do, too right across the street i got the name i need the town they sell up in the end and it all shuts down sometimes you gotta be an s.o.b. you wanna make a dream reality competition? send ‘em south if they’re gonna drown put a hose in their mouth do not pass ‘go’ go straight to hell i smell that meat hook smell or my name’s not kroc that’s kroc with a ‘k’ like ‘crocodile’ but not spelled that way, now it’s dog eat dog rat eat rat kroc-style boom, like that somebody’s gotta crack a whip around here who’s minding the store? shake it up sell some beer what’s your money maker for? pay day we’re packin’ ‘em in six-gun annie and buffalo jill but who’s to say they’ll be back again for a refill? honey, you know the drill ain’t no left turn down sleepy time street you gotta be fast but you gotta stay loose thinking on your feet slick as grass through a goose we gotta rationalise the payroll is giving me chills you and me’s getting organised it’s kill or be killed honey, you know the drill well they can all look down on su cker row but they all forget the tallest trees from acorns grow though they ain’t yet i never look down on a su cker stake they all pay the bills i never gave a su cker an even break and i never will a beautiful vision keeps coming to me i see a miracle mile flying in for free service with a smile high rollers fancy hotels big time singers topping the bill you gotta have a feel for the stuff that sells call it a skill honey, you know the drill somebody’s gotta crack a whip around here who’s minding the store? shake it up sell some beer money walking through the door annie’s arriving at a dangerous age don’t you go getting ill get another woman up in the cage who ain’t over the hill honey, you know the drill we’re taking on water diesel and stores laying up awhile before i’m back on board they’re patching her up to go fishing again they’re welding her rudder scrubbing her keel scars on her belly need time to heal in the dock with the trawlermen i know all the people there’s nobody new soon we’ll be leaving with the same old crew on the green water the tumbling sea they ain’t running like the good old days time’s just slipping down the old slipways in the dock so dear to me dark is the night i need a guiding light to keep me from foundering on the rocks my only prayer is just to see you there at the end of my wandering back in the dock i could use a layoff getting my strength back but there’s a loan to pay off and a few skipjack so it’s a turnaround back in the southerly wind pirates coming in to steal our gold you can count yourself lucky with a profit in the hold in the dock when we come in dark is the night i need a guiding light to keep me from foundering on the rocks my only prayer is just to see you there at the end of my wandering back in the dock around the time of ‘clambake’ movie number twenty-five you and the lying dutchman are still in overdrive you’re as strong as when you started mississippi in your soul you can still be marlon brando and the king of rock and roll it isn’t just the records no, you must have hollywood the songs alone are not enough that much is understood you’ll soon be back in memphis maybe then you’ll know what to do the storylines they’re giving you are just not ringing true oh, it’s a ways to go back to tupelo when you’re young and beautiful your dreams are all ideals later on it’s not the same lord, everything is real sixteen hundred miles of highway roll back to the truth and a song to give your mother in your first recording booth around the time of ‘clambake’ that old dream’s still rolling on sometimes there’ll be the feeling things are going wrong the morning star is fading lord, the mississippi’s cold you can still be marlon brando and the king of rock and roll but it’s a ways to go back to tupelo it’s the end of a perfect day for surfer boys and girls the sun’s dropping down in the bay and falling off the world there’s a diamond in the sky our evening star in our shangri-la get that fire burning strong right here and right now it’s here and then it’s gone there’s no secret, anyhow we may never love again to the music of guitars in our shangri-la tonight your beauty burns into my memory the wheel of heaven turns above us endlessly this is all the heaven we’ve got right here where we are in our shangri-la this is all the heaven we’ve got right here where we are in our shangri-la i got shot off my horse so what? i’m up again and playing in one of these big saloons on main you can come up here take a look around these sinners’ dens you’re only ever going to find one or two real games nobody’s driving me underground not yet anyway but either on the strip or on the edge of town everybody pays everybody pays to play yeah, you ought to stay right where you are in sawdust land it’s probably the safest place to be with your greasy little pork pies and your shoestring hands it makes no difference to me all those directions which we never took to go our different ways who went and wrote the oldest story in the book? everybody pays everybody pays to play curl up inside a boxcar dream and disappear with a couple low roller friends you were never one for trouble so get out of here i knew the game was dangerous back then but nobody’s breezing through these swinging doors just ups and walks away everybody has to leave some blood here on the floor everybody pays everybody pays to play so many mouths to feed on the farm sonny was the second to the last one born his mamma ran away and his daddy beat him bad and he grew up wild good love he never had he had a left like henry’s hammer a right like betty bamalam rode with the muggers in the dark and dread and all them sluggers went down like lead well he hung with the hoods he wouldn’t stroke the fans but he had dynamite in both his hands boom bam like the slammer door the bell and the can and the bodies on the floor beware the bear’s in town somebody’s money says the bear’s going down yeah, the bear never smiles sonny’s going down for miles and miles sonny’s going down for miles and miles the writers didn’t like him the fight game jocks with his lowlife backers and his hands like rocks they didn’t want to have a bogey man they didn’t like him and he didn’t like them black cadillac alligator boots money in the pockets of his sharkskin suits some say the bear took a flop they couldn’t believe it when they saw him drop he had a left like henry’s hammer a right like betty bamalam rode with the muggers in the dark and dread and all them sluggers went down like lead joe louis was his hero he tried to be the same but a criminal child wears a ball and chain so the civil rights people didn’t want him on the throne and the hacks and the cops wouldn’t leave him alone beware the bear’s in town somebody’s money says the bear’s going down yeah, the bear never smiles sonny’s going down for miles and miles sonny’s going down for miles and miles at the foot of his bed with his feet on the floor there was dope in his veins and a pistol on the drawer there was no investigation as such he hated needles but he knew too much criss-crossed on his back scars from his daddy like slavery tracks the second-last child was the second-last king never again was it the same in the ring he had a left like henry’s hammer a right like betty bamalam rode with the muggers in the dark and dread and all them sluggers went down like lead they never could be sure about the day he was born a motherless child set to working on the farm and they never could be sure about the day he died the bear was the king they cast aside beware the bear’s in town somebody’s money says the bear’s going down yeah, the bear never smiles sonny’s going down for miles and miles sonny’s going down for miles and miles if i’m over the moon it’s because i’m over you a day at a time and i’m tickety-boo i don’t carry on the way i used to whoop de doo whoop de doo if i’m doing great it’s because when i get home i don’t go straight to my answerphone and the tears don’t come the way they used to whoop de doo whoop de doo so many little things are so much better now they were only the little things anyhow if i’m over the moon it’s because that’s what i am funny that once i used to give a damn and i’d do anything in the whole wide world for you whoop de doo whoop de doo anything anything you’d want me to whoop de doo whoop de doo one thing was leading to the next i bit off more than i could chew i had the power to sign the cheques it wasn’t difficult to do i couldn’t stay and face the music so many reasons why i won’t be sending postcards from paraguay i robbed a bank full of dinero a great big mountain of dough so it was goodbye companero and cheerio i couldn’t stay and face the music so many reasons why i won’t be sending postcards from paraguay i never meant to be a cheater but there was blood on the wall i had to steal from peter to pay what i owed to paul i couldn’t stay and face the music so many reasons why i won’t be sending postcards from paraguay my darling girl my darling girl you’re all that matters in this wicked world all that matters all that matters my darling boy my darling boy all of my sunshine and all of my joy you’re all that matters all that matters well, i can’t stop the pain when it calls i’m a man and i can’t stop the rain when it falls, my darling who can? my darling girl my darling girl you’re all that matters in this wicked world all that matters all that matters my darling friend my darling friend all we’ve got going is love in the end it’s all that matters all that matters brew the coffee in a bucket double straight man and banjo if you don’t got the snake oil buster, you don’t got a show who puts the doh-re-me in our pockets keeps the party going on? it’s the man who sells the potions i’m just one who plays the songs now they generally buys the bigger size they usually rub it in i drank it once, it tasted like grease and paraffin it’s mostly alcohol, okay you can’t deny it’s strong we was going through the motions ‘til the doctor came along there stands the bottle ladies and gentlemen all these bottles don’t have to tell you, friends these days miracles don’t come falling from the sky raise your glasses to the doctor to a stand up guy when the monkeyshine is flying and he’s promising the cure he says the french for your lovesick blues la maladie d’amour he gets the chumps all laughing but he gets a few to buy here’s to beefsteak when you’re hungry and whiskey when you’re dry now the band’ll blow their moolah like sailors gone ashore now we’re going to west helena to gamble, drink and whore let’s you and me all make whoopee here’s mud in your eye here’s to all the gals you ever want and heaven when you die there stands the bottle ladies and gentlemen all these bottles don’t have to tell you, friends these days miracles don’t come falling from the sky raise your glasses to the doctor to a stand up guy there’s a big cheese with a cigar been sizing up the show he wants to get the doctor pitching on the radio i will make a switch to guitar but the rules all still apply they want to trust somebody yeah, they want a stand up guy there stands the bottle here’s to absent friends all these bottles dead soldiers in the end these days miracles don’t come falling from the sky raise your glasses to the doctor to a stand up guy to the doctor a stand up guy donegan’s gone, lonnie donegan donegan’s gone gone, lonnie donegan donegan’s gone play that big grand coulee dam nobody loves like an irishman gone, lonnie donegan donegan’s gone donegan’s gone, lonnie donegan donegan’s gone gone, lonnie donegan donegan’s gone lord, i’m just a rolling stone rock my soul i wanna go home gone, lonnie donegan donegan’s gone donegan’s gone, lonnie donegan donegan’s gone gone, lonnie donegan donegan’s gone stackalee and a gamblin’ man rock my soul in the bosom of abraham gone, lonnie donegan donegan’s gone donegan’s gone, lonnie donegan donegan’s gone gone, lonnie donegan donegan’s gone time just goes on rolling by lord, i feel like i could cry gone, lonnie donegan donegan’s gone don’t often open up this floor since i handed in my gun what all these keys are for now my tour of duty’s done you got to know the switches now you got your turn watch and learn, junior watch and learn now you will get your trouble spots here’s one from down voodoo way bragged he had me by the you-know-whats very funny, you don’t say the big enchilada stealing elections had to go down there trash collection got his cojones on my desk in there made into a souvenir set of cufflinks, nice pair the rest of him’s someplace up here sometimes you got to put a shoulder to the door not so fast, junior listen to your pa here, son i’m handing over to you don’t crash the ambulance whatever you do what we have here’s a dung hole place thought it was fly shit on the map fat bastard, ugly face and the personal crap you can’t move the barriers you can’t mess with oil and gas had to go down there stick a couple aircraft carriers in his ass fancy dress medals chest it’s all in here for all the gigs gas mask bullet-proof vest all the usual rigs there’ll be things they missed they didn’t mention you’ve even got a whistle in there for attracting attention well, i think you’re gonna be okay, son you’ve had the tour, i guess these two buttons by the way this one i hope you never press some holy fool, just watch who’s not like you or me that one’s the whole shooting match right there it’s the whole shitaree we don’t forget who put us here, jack that’s page one we talk soft but carry a big stick and pack the biggest gun we don’t like accidents major or minor you don’t want yourself an incident don’t ever invade china here, son i’m handing over to you don’t crash the ambulance here, son i’m handing over to you don’t crash the ambulance whatever you do ------------------------------------------ “本专辑已加入mp3共享计划” 专辑曲目: 1. 5.15 a.m. - 5:54 2. boom, like that - 5:47 3. su cker row - 4:55 4. the trawlerman1s song - 5:00 5. back to tupelo - 4:29 6. our shangri-la - 5:41 7. everybody pays - 5:23 8. song for sonny liston - 5:07 9. whoop de doo - 3:49 10. postcards from paraguay - 4:05 11. all that matters - 3:09 12. stand up guy - 4:33 13. donegan1s gone - 3:00 14. don1t crash the ambulance - 5:06