搭搭耷拉耷拉拉。鼓敲出來之後,美妙的嘩啦啦吉他也一步不差的出來。我坐在藍色的滑輪椅上,臉頰微微上仰,唱這首歌一定是這個姿勢,抬起頭沒有焦點的看著遠前上方。好像這樣一來就可以化身做飄遠的嘩啦啦,焦慮的出口,不,不是出口,而是不得不去的一個其實不知道是哪裡的等著被去的地方。好像只有如此一來才能抖落肩膀上的暗塵。不,不能本質上的抖落,只是好像可以暫時忘記。這如許美好令人無比興奮的歌,硬要找個比喻,就如同在初下班潮水將湧未湧的時候,在辛亥路上飆車一樣。我真是愛死了。
但找不到路的入口。
Manic Street Preachers
Further Away
The further away I get from you
The harder it gets for everyone else, for everyone else
The happier I am when I'm with you
The harder it gets when I am alone, when I am alone
The harder I try to learn something from you
Further away
Further away feel it fade into your childhood further away
Further away feel dazed and misunderstood
Further away
The stiller the oxygen the harder you breathe
The draining away just like an old man's dream
Just like an old man's dream
The simpler the answer the harder it can get
The circular landscape comes back only with regret
Only with regret
The more estranged I feel from my youth further away
Further away feel it fade into your childhood further away
Further away feel dazed and misunderstood
Further away
Further away feel it fade into your childhood further away
Further away feel dazed and misunderstood
Further away
Further away
Further away
Further away
以前愛騎車的時候喜歡計時。二十二分鐘跟五分鐘。
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跟勞倫斯以前進入阿卡巴之前,先隻身進入大馬士革的態度一樣。
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