仅仅是第一个音吐出,录音棚里的人也像被顷刻镬住。 “I'm in here, can anybody see me? Can anybody help? I'm in here, a prisoner of history, Can anybody help?” 那个声音,空却不虚,带着微微的鼻音,萦绕在耳边。
“Can't you hear my call? Are you coming to get me now? I've been waiting for, You to come rescue me, I need you to hold, All of the sadness I can not, Living inside of me. ” 她的音质厚实,带着一丝丝烟哑,扯出连绵的词句。 听来竟是深深的无助,像是灵魂最深处的祈求,渴望被听到,被救赎。
“I'm in here, can anybody see me? Can anybody help?” 尾音缓缓落下,那情感却还在纠缠。 制作人放下监听耳机,看向玻璃房内仍旧闭着眼,双手紧紧握着支架的赵晨城,暗忖:还是这样的歌适合她,毕竟这大咧咧的丫头是个有故事的人。