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Bressanone
By:Matthew Lien
Here I stand in Bressanone
With the stars up in the sky
Are they shining over Brenner
And upon the other side
You would be a sweet surrender
I must go the other way
And my train will carry me onward
Though my heart would surely stay
Oh my heart would surely stay...
Now the clouds are flying by me
And the moon is on the rise
I have left the stars behind me
They were diamonds in your skies
You would be a sweet surrender
I must go the other way
And my train will carry me onward
Though my heart would surely stay
Oh my heart would surely stay...
作者在一封给友人的信里讲述了歌曲背后的故事：
TheStory
byMatthewLien
Date:02-20-0218:10
Hello Forrest,
Thank you for your comments. Now make yourself a cup of hot tea,sit back, and I'll tell you a story about Bressanone...
Several years ago, I fell deeply in love with a young woman, andalso with a part of northern Italy known as South Tyrol. It bordersAustria, just south of the Brenner mountain pass which separatesItaly from Austria.
South Tyrol used to be joined with North Tyrol (now a part ofAustria) and West Tyrol (now a part of Switzerland). The people ofthis area speak a dialect of German. But since Tyrol was dividedand South Tyrol became a part of Italy, all the place names are inboth German and Italian.
Anyway... I once worked for Greenpeace many years ago, where Imet a young woman who melted my heart. We met while on a retreat inCalifornia's Yosemite National Park. After the retreat, shereturned to the Colorado Greenpeace office, and eventually wentback to school in New York state. I returned to the San DiegoGreenpeace Office, and eventually went back to my home in theYukon, Canada.
Over the months we stayed in touch. Soon we discovered that wewould both be close again. She was going to study art in Florence,Italy, and I was going to live in Munich, Germany performing with arock band called "Marching Powder"... ahhhh yes, Marching Powder...but that's another story.
When we were both in Europe, we made arrangements to meet in aplace that was close to being between Florence and Munich. This wasthe South Tyrolian town called "Brixen" in German, or "Bressanone"in Italian. Bressanone is a beautiful town surrounded by smallvillages high in the mountain valleys with churches ringing andsheep in the meadows, and the awesome peaks of the Dolomitemountains towering beyond.
We spent several days exploring the mountain villages and eachother's hearts. And when the day came for her to return, I took herto a train station in a nearby village, and we said goodbye. It wasvery sad to be going our own ways again. With tears in my eyes, Igot on a bus and headed for the train station in Bressanone. Duringthe short 40 minute bus ride, I fell asleep. And while I slept, Ihad a dream in which I could hear this song, complete with thewords and music. When I awoke, I got off the train and went to thenearest coffee shop to write the words and music on a napkin, so Iwould not forget.
It was years later when I finally recorded the song. I willalways have a place in my heart for her... and for that village...and for this song.
Thank you for listening. Now... off to bed with you!!!
Matthew
