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Anne Hathaway, who was standing next to him, looked at Evan Bell's somewhat tragic expression, and didn't say anything, but stood quietly by. After a while, Anne Hathaway only heard Evan's voice ringing in his ears, "Do you like New York?"

Anne Hathaway looked at the Statue of Liberty, which was still moving in the wind in front of her, and laughed, "I like it, but I don't like it either. I like the memories here, but I don't like the city now, and aren't humans just the animals of memories? So, I stayed here."

Evan Bell couldn't help laughing when he heard this. The words like playing words are not Anne Hathaway's style, but this is a fact. People like a city and a thing, often not because of the city itself, but because the city contains its own emotional records, perhaps the city that the loved one yearns for, or a special item that a lifetime of love has. Human preferences are a wonderful thing, not only love the house and the bride, but also spiritual sustenance, and simple emotional activities.

In New York, this city that carries most of the memories of the Bell family, Evan Bell loves it, attaches it, and longs for it; but at the same time, he hates and remembrances the breath of the city that disappeared little by little in luxury.

"Where are you?" Anne Hathaway asked back. She didn't look back, but she could feel the faint smile on the corner of Evan Bell's mouth, fragmented in the oncoming sea breeze, and she couldn't tell what kind of complex emotions contained in her smile.

Evan Bell shrugged, "I always thought I loved wandering, but I still can't live without this place."

It seems that every city is like this, making people love and hate, full of complex emotions. In fact, every thing is like this, always making people love and hate. It is not because the objective existence of things is like this, but because human emotions are too complex. Love, hate, love, hatred, laughter, anger, and scolding each other intertwined and entangled, making it difficult for people to distinguish everything clearly with a simple "love" or a "hate".

This is even more so in New York. Evan Bell couldn't help but want to turn his troubled thoughts into a melody and pay tribute to this city that he loves and hates. Countless notes in his chest collided passionately.

In the history of art, there are countless literature, poetry, drama, and music that describe the city of New York from various angles. Especially after entering the 20th century, there are countless melodies created with New York as the inspiration in music. According to incomplete statistics, there are more than 1,500 songs in the history of music that can be verified. There are forty songs with the title of "New. " alone, and the number of numbers is really shocking.

In fact, not only New York, London, Paris, Munich, and Barcelona are often the source of inspiration for artists to create, and countless works of art are born. New York is one of the best, not only because the city of New York is bizarre, but countless joys and sorrows are being staged every day; it is also because it is a city where countless cultures are integrated, all thoughts, concepts and ideas collide here, and create dazzling sparks.

Among the countless songs about New York, Frank Sinatra sang the theme song of the same name for the film "New York, New York" directed by Martin Scorses in 1980. It is regarded as a century-old classic. This 20th century musician who is comparable to Elvis and the Beatles, sang in the song, "If I can succeed here, I can succeed anywhere (if. i. can. , i. can .make..anywhere)". The lyrics inspired a generation.

Twenty-nine years later, in 2009, the song "The Soul of the Empire" collaborated by Jay-z, the king of New York rap and Alicia Case, "The Soul of the Empire" topped the New York representative songs on countless lists. It has to be said that this song "The Soul of the Empire" is indeed an absolute classic, vividly showing Jay-z's outstanding personal talent, and his ability to control rap lyrics is definitely second to none; and Alicia Case's beautiful and moving voice injects infinite vitality into the song; and the tribute to New York in the lyrics has reached its peak.

Although Evan Bell is a little bit involved in rap now. However, there is still a distance of 100,000 miles to create a song like "The Soul of the Empire". This gap is a vast difference in talent, and it cannot be compensated by effort alone. In "The Soul of the Empire", jay-z merges his personal life experience, New York's landmark buildings, and Gotham's daily life. The two sides of New York's prosperity and depravity are presented in a quiet and singular way. The thinking about the metropolis flows indiscriminately in the melody. From an artistic perspective, the lyrics with reflection effects, the vigorous melody, and "The Soul of the Empire" accurately describe the spirit of New York, the capital of the world, which is definitely the pinnacle of rap.

Evan Bell never understood the meaning of the lyrics of "Soul of the Empire" in his previous life. To be honest, many Americans, and even New Yorkers, did not understand the lyrics deeply. Because Jay-z's control of the lyrics contained rich personal information, and some words were deliberately not sang clearly in order to rhyme, it led to many misunderstandings. In this song, the production and sales of Robert De Niro, New York Yankees, Brooklyn, Frank Sinatra, NBA, and poison products, cultural conflicts, Broadway, gangsters, New York City streets, local brands in New York, and the use of various black slang, can definitely be regarded as the pinnacle. Almost every sentence must be carefully considered to see the deep meaning behind it.

No wonder this song "Soul of the Empire" can become the representative work of the city of New York, and it is also the most familiar song about New York for young people after entering the 21st century. Evan Bell is no exception.

But it can be said directly that it is impossible to create a song like "The Soul of the Empire" at Evan Bell's current level. Even if he was reborn, the lyrics written by Jay-z, Evan Bell did not have similar experiences and similar skills, and could not write them down. This is real art. Its difficulty is so high that even imitation cannot grasp its essence. Evan Bell has always been very clear about this, so he not only did not think about creating "The Soul of the Empire", but also did not think about relying on the memory of his previous life to seek development. His unremitting efforts are the most direct and effective way.

Although it is completely impossible for Evan Bell to compare with bigwigs of Jay-z in terms of rap, Evan Bell is absolutely authoritative in his music field, no less than Jay-z's skills. For example, rock.

Evan Bell looked at New York in front of him. Under the ordinary steel and concrete, what was covered was the life of ordinary families and ordinary people. In this city, there were upper class, middle class and lower class residents, and each group had their own troubles. Perhaps the lower class residents were worried about the bad living conditions in the slums and the food and clothing life without any meals; while the middle class was worried about the increasingly high cost of life, as well as endless bills and taxes; as for the upper class, they were like "gossip girls", they were drunk and dreamed of death, but were trapped by their own poor spiritual life, so they were bored.

"New York, I love you, but you disappoint me (new. york, i. ’re. ). New York. I love you, but you disappoint me. I am like a mouse in a cage. I survive and struggle. New York, I love you, but you disappoint me. New York, you are safer, but I waste my time all the time. All our records show that you are dirty but it doesn't matter."

Evan Bell seemed to be whispering, a series of low, hoarse, sad and lonely lyrics flowed slowly around his mouth, carrying the elegance and retro of vinyl records from the 1960s and 1970s. He sang and whispered in the wind.

"But when you open the door, the police who seem bored because they have no crime will come and blind your windows. New York, you are perfect, so please don't change anything. Your million-dollar mayor now considers yourself a king. All childhood memories have become cheaper and cheaper. Just like the bar in my youth, if I had dreamed of drinking there. New York, I love you, but you make me feel scared. There are millions of twists here, but our shouts are weak and powerless. It's like a distant death, and we hear the sound from the other side of the wall."

This is just a very simple melody, just like a simple melody pieced together by a newbie who has just learned to arrange it simply by using drums and keyboards. However, the low moan between Evan Bell's lips and teeth gives the whole melody a sense of trembling slowly into the soul, just like the mist flowing down the morning or the dusk falling down the evening, dancing on the Hudson River in front of you. The indifferent but firm, casual but bitter, lazy but lonely melody slowly lingers on the lips of Evan Bell.

"New York, I love you, but you make me feel scared. New York, I love you, but you let me down. It's like the death of a heart, God, how can I save her? But you are still like a pool of stagnant water, but I don't want to be the drowning frog. Oh, please take me out of this unbreakable net, for even a child who still believes in the truth, yes, for those who still believe in the truth."

Evan Bell was sitting in a bar without a man, holding his guitar, no lights, no audience, no sound effects, singing alone, and that silent sense of loneliness became more and more lonely among the towering buildings in the city. The city has always been a giant beast that devours people.

"Okay, maybe I was wrong, maybe you were right. Maybe I was wrong, maybe you were right. Maybe you were right, maybe I was wrong, maybe you were just right." Evan Bell's voice was very lazy, not like the usual rock style, but it was a bit of a jazz humming. Suddenly, Evan Bell's voice burst out in an "oh" sigh, attracting the attention of many people around. At this time, the rebellious feeling of rock in the song was completely vented. The tune suddenly rose, and the emotions suddenly became excited. "Hehe, maybe my mother was right. There are always some things that belong to you, and you will never be alone. Maybe she was wrong, maybe I was right, maybe she was wrong."

When the song is coming to an end, all emotions calm down again, "Maybe she is wrong, maybe I am right. If so, what should I do?" The feeling of low whispering recycles the loneliness in my heart bit by bit, leaving only a resounding in my heart.

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