蟹·寄生

FL: 听Cold water那夜, 从无眠到混沌,
清醒之后只是沉静,
听 9 Crimes,Damine Rice的声音是不动声色酿好的酒,
晃动支离破碎的印象,
喝下旋律中藏好的毒,
于是泛滥的情绪,惑目灼人.

9 Crimes — Damien Rice

Leave me out with the waste
This is not what i do
It’s the wrong kind of place
To be thinking of you
It’s the wrong time
For somebody new
It’s a small crime
And i’ve got no exuse
Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it’s loaded
Is that alright?
If u dont shoot it how am i supposed to hold it
Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it’s loaded
Is that alright
Leave me out with the waste
Is that alright with u?
This is not what i do
It’s the wrong kind of place
To be cheating on you
It’s the wrong time
but she’s pulling me through
It’s a small crime
And I’ve got no exuse
Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it’s loaded
Is that alright?
If u dont shoot it how am i supposed to hold it
Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it’s loaded
Is that alright
Is that alright with u?
Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Is that alright with u?

P.S.
有一种落寞是注定的, 潜伏在骨子里,
舔食半糖的记忆和温软的快乐,
留下的冷清被寂寞肆意挥霍,
最后粉身碎骨.

平静到大平静,
淡去到大淡去,
越浅薄的越彻底,越冷清的越快乐,
世界两端该是个怎样的极乐.
past past time,
last last night,
who knows, who cares..
记得这里,
很久以前,只是歌词而已.

<七宗罪>是最近看的老片,
9 Crimes, 开了个成人的玩笑,
或许在7原罪之后,第8宗是寂寞的罪,
最后一宗罪还是寂寞,是更深更远的寂寞.

FL: 那些似曾相似,沉淀不愠不火的旋律,
       那是,无论何处,戴上耳机, 便是另一个世界.
       那个世界, 灭了思想, 只是飘落,

Paradise Hotel – Eliza Gilkyson

sailing cross the seas
pursuing sorry ships don’t know they’re sinking
holding on until all hope is gone
focusing my eyes on distant stars so far away they’re blinking
on and off and on and off and on
but the bird in my hand is promising paradise

venture forth from cave
to conquer everything that’s moving
pleasure never really lasting very long
roller coaster ride the lows the highs
feels like you’re grooving
though it’s on and off and on and off and on
and the bird in my hand is promising paradise

all the actors in your play will do their part
and go their way
or dance as long as you will pay
but she will never fly away

man behind the curtain
pulls the levers for the sheep
for me tonight there’ll be no sleep until the dawn
neon sign from paradise hotel across the street
is blinking on and off and on and off and on
and the bird in my hand is promising paradise

P.S. 离开blog的日子, 也离开喜欢的调调.
曲子中那段没词的哼唱,
是最爱的旋律.

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距离上次的时间,
这次的回归又长有远.
春节前忙忙碌碌的收尾,
半个月的假期呼吸在北方海边的空气中,
干冷和凌冽,
以及永远也享受不完的阳光.
我爱的那野蓝蓝无垠的天空,
没有云彩,那片无暇的底色是个宽广的怀抱.

假期的结束和开始似乎走雷同的节奏,
一样的匆忙,
拍掉的那一丝尘土掉在键盘上,
多少个一样的早晨或黑夜,
在酣睡中怅然醒来,
亦或在深夜看着窗外的天色一点点放亮.

回来的那天, 已经离开这里很长时间,
blog意外得down掉了,
BS 那些该死的盗链,
blog中几个音乐的附件无一幸免,
接下来连续的几天,
blog首页换成了 Service Unvaliable.
分享变成这样的状况,
快乐只好在一旁尴尬了…

春寒料峭的季节,
这个下午天色依然暗淡,
据说这本是梨花烂漫的时候,
代替这软香飞花的,
却是倒春时分渐寒的小雨.

某时某刻,人站在十字路口,
左右前后, 若不知何去何从,
掷个硬币,无非上天或者下地,
倒不如闭上眼睛, 大大地意淫这方寸之外的世界不过乌有…

P.S.
Finally, I am back.



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