在这个阴霾的周一早晨，又听到了这首<Morning Hollow>。

常疑惑，为什么Mark Linkous的歌里，他总喜欢如此定义死亡的场景。想必这与他最后的决定有着或多或少的关系。

也许Sparklehorse算不上是一个特别伟大的乐队，他们只是擅于用自己独特的方式讲述忧郁的故事。而随着Mark Linkous的一声枪响，也把故事推向转瞬即止的高潮。

我们大概都期待自己的故事高潮迭起，但注定要为此付出代价，即使厌倦了日复一日的生活，即使再次听到Sparklehorse时不经意间泪上眼角。

（写在Mark Linkous逝世一年零一天。）




Lyrics of "Morning Hollow" by Sparklehorse:

In the silver morning hollow
Trembling and getting old
Smelling burnt oil of heaven
About ten years, too big to hold

She don't get up when I come into the room
She don't run through the fields anymore

Built a fire in the kitchen
Made her bed by a stove
Took a walk to the graveyard
But she didn't want to go

She don't worry all them murders of crows
Even though they was always out of reach

She don't get up when I come into the room
She don't run through the fields anymore