边听边想，真像Jim Croce的那首“New York is not my Home". Jim的歌注重孤独感和对大都市的不认同感，直呼纽约不是我的家；而老罗却慢悠悠的回味着那个鹿港小镇的父母爱人妈祖庙的香火清晨和黄昏。挺有意思的，两首歌都表达对大都市（或者都市化）的排斥，一个是东方式的浅吟轻唱，淡淡的缅怀，一个却是大喊我遇到了不少不怎么奈斯的人事，我得离开这个鬼地方。典型的西方人的直爽和毫不犹豫。其实Jim是个十分忧郁的歌手，就连他，也不会很缠绵的诉说那种感情。。。足可见东西方的巨大思维差别。
Jim Croce: New York Is not My Home Well, things were spinning round me And all my thoughts were cloudy And I had begun to doubt all the things that were me
Been in so many places You know I've run so many races And looked into the empty faces of the people of the night And something is just not right
Cause I know that I gotta get out of here I'm so alone Don't you know that I gotta get out of here Cause, New York's not my home
Though all the streets are crowded There's something strange about it I lived there about a year and I never once felt at home
I thought I'd make the big time I learned a lot of lessons awful quick And now I'm telling you That they were not the nice kind
And it's been so long since I have felt fine
That's the reason that I gotta get out of here I'm so alone Don't you know that I gotta get out of here Cause New York's not my home
That's the reason that I gotta get out of here I'm so alone Don't you know that I gotta get out of here Cause New York's not my home
