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发表于 2010-5-2 05:18:43
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本帖最后由 nitrogen 于 2010-5-1 16:32 编辑
怎么没有1-1,1-2,1-3啊? 还有6-1,6-2. 我有这几个。包括从1-1到4-6的mp3.
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1-1
Glenda: Sounds terrible! (laughs)
Michael (in a British accent): Would you like a spotted *dicked*?
Glenda: That's so funny! (both laughing)
Michael: Would you like a spotted *dicked*?
Glenda: Sounds interesting!
Michael: I don't think so!
1-2
Michael: Joseph used to beat us all the time and... (inaudible).... He would, he would just (inaudible)... And I bought into that, he was like, "Oh you put on a few pounds." The only thing that I could control in my life, what with Motown... 'cause they tell you- when we used to go on Carson or Mike Douglas or whatever back then, when we used to do interviews as the Jackson Five, you know when you're in this kind of thing they (inaudible few seconds).... "Do you have a girlfriend?" "No." (Inaudible) You know, they dictate to you everything. What you wear, what you sing. 'Cause back then we weren't allowed to sing our own stuff. They dictate to you what you can wear... If you're on an interview, if you're going on Carson, "This is what you say, this is what don't say." The only control I had over my life was eating. I had no control. We had no control. *clears throat* I didn't, I didn't... I wasn't like my brothers. People, they're angry and they take it out on others. I was angry, but I took it out on myself. (Inaudible, something about Joseph again), when we were rehearsing on 2300- where we used to live. If I danced wrong, if I sang the wrong word, I'd get the hell beat out of me, I'd get thrown in the basement. But instead of taking that out on other people, I withdrew and I'd take it out on myself. There was nothing I could control in my life but my eating. And Joseph told me, "Oh, you're so black, you have such a big nose."
Glenda: He told you you were black?
Michael: Yeah. When I was little. "You look so black, you don't look like my child. Your nose is so big" and this and that. They used to call me Big Nose and stuff. And instead of retaliating on them, I just did it with myself.
1-3
Michael: God, I'd fight Joseph back and I would get my @ss beat. Then I used to run and I threw a shirt (inaudible)
Glenda: (laughs)
Michael: And he'd knock me down on the floor, 'cause we were rehearsing in our living room (inaudible). He'd knock the [piss] outta me. And we were supposed to perform somewhere the next day. And he knocked me down so hard, I [knocked] my rib. And I was little...
Glenda: Mhm.
Michael: So I got up, I was so serious [furious?]. They talk about me being conceited, you know?
Glenda: Mhm.
Michael: I got up, and I was crying and stuff. And I said, "Joseph, if you hit me again, I'm not performing!"
Glenda: (laughs)
Michael: He's like, "What the @#$% did you say?"
Glenda: (gasps)
Michael: I'm like, "You hit me again, Joseph"- I couldn't, I wasn't even nine years old (inaudible). I said, "Joseph, if you hit me again"- and I was crying my eyes out- I said, "If you hit me again, I am NOT performing."
Glenda: (sympathetic sigh)
Michael: And he left me alone.
Glenda: (laugh)
Michael: I said, "I'm not doin' the show!" He said, "Don't you know I will kick your (inaudible)." And I got up (inaudible) and I said, "You hit me again and I won't perform." And he knew I was the star performer...
Glenda: Haha, yeah, really??
Michael: And he didn't hit me.
Glenda: Well, you had some leverage there. (laughs)
Michael: My brothers used to say, "Mike, you crazy, man, you crazy." And then when I would go to sleep at night, he would always scare us. He would be banging on the windows and stuff, and open the windows and poke in his head.
Glenda: That's horrible. That's awful-
Michael: Well you read that (inaudible) book, you read it.
Glenda: Oh, I don't- It's been a while since I read that book, I don't remember everything.
Michael: Yeah... he used to scare us in the middle of the night. We would be sleeping, and we had to get up early in the morning, we had to have rehearsal, get going, (inaudible)
Glenda: God.
Michael: And he'd bang on the windows and we'd look out the windows and he had a monster mask on.
Glenda: (gasps)
Michael: (inaudible, he may have been imitating scared whining)
Glenda: How horrible.
Michael: And we'd get in trouble for crying. |
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