甜蜜蜜
1996
自從張曼玉就是蘇麗珍，蘇麗珍就是張曼玉之後，看到張曼玉演出有別於蘇麗珍氣質的角色總是覺得特別好看，我並不要神祕的、內斂的、壓抑的，我想見的是像甜蜜蜜的李翹、旺角卡門的阿娥這樣的張曼玉。
可是我又好喜歡蘇麗珍。
可能是有一點感慨現在的張曼玉演不出李翹和阿娥的樣子了，卽使蘇麗珍的樣子是這樣地完美。
最後鄧麗君的新聞播放和火車上的小祕密，覺得有點不切實，可是安排得很sweet，it's (almost) a love story, you know.
我特別喜歡李翹穿著麥當勞制服，一邊跟黎小軍討論前晚的事，一邊擦著玻璃那場戲。
2013年12月3日
2013年10月26日
Before Midnight
Before Midnight
2013
"I fucked up my whole life because of the way you sing."
有點感嘆那個let me sing you a waltz的女生怎麼不再那麼可愛了，即便他還是那樣聰明伶牙利齒，即便你可以理解他所有的苦處和抱怨。
還好Jesse真的很愛Celine，不然老早跟這瘋狂的女人分手了。 "You're fucking nuts! But I accept the whole package, the crazy and the brilliant. I know you're not gonna change and I don't want you to. It's called accepting you for being you." 這對女生來說可能是最浪漫的讚美和愛情關係了。傑西果然還是討人歡心，不管是現在這個，還是時光旅行八十歲時的那個傑西。
而我的傑西快搭火車跟我相遇吧。
2013
"I fucked up my whole life because of the way you sing."
有點感嘆那個let me sing you a waltz的女生怎麼不再那麼可愛了，即便他還是那樣聰明伶牙利齒，即便你可以理解他所有的苦處和抱怨。
還好Jesse真的很愛Celine，不然老早跟這瘋狂的女人分手了。 "You're fucking nuts! But I accept the whole package, the crazy and the brilliant. I know you're not gonna change and I don't want you to. It's called accepting you for being you." 這對女生來說可能是最浪漫的讚美和愛情關係了。傑西果然還是討人歡心，不管是現在這個，還是時光旅行八十歲時的那個傑西。
而我的傑西快搭火車跟我相遇吧。
2013年10月19日
joga
我走在水裡
天空是粉紅色和水藍色
我唱joga
all these accidents
that happen
follow the dot
coincidence
make sense
only with you
you don't have to speak
i feel
天空是粉紅色和水藍色
我唱joga
all these accidents
that happen
follow the dot
coincidence
make sense
only with you
you don't have to speak
i feel
2013年9月27日
老闆娘快來了
我送David和David的妹妹回家
走過隧道像波妞裡頭的一樣
要回去時淹水了
我跟Erica借手機打電話
我們在煮菜
是阿嬤家的廚房
要快一點
老闆娘快來了
百貨公司大拍賣
我跟著人群走過走廊走過樓梯
黃色和黑色的保羅衫在特價
走過隧道像波妞裡頭的一樣
要回去時淹水了
我跟Erica借手機打電話
我們在煮菜
是阿嬤家的廚房
要快一點
老闆娘快來了
百貨公司大拍賣
我跟著人群走過走廊走過樓梯
黃色和黑色的保羅衫在特價
2013年9月19日
2013年8月27日
2013年8月23日
2013年7月15日
The Ocean at the End of the Lane
風暴來前我開始讀尼爾的新書，那時正是橘色的天空。風暴來到時我仍然讀著小說；風暴離開後，我讀完了小說。
我翻過日曆，狂風暴雨襲擊小島、男孩逃離怪物的那天晚上不可能是滿月。但或許那天我要是抬頭，我會看到滿月，要是我在烏黑暴雨的天空找得到它的話。
這是關於孩童時期和回憶的故事。在風暴來的那個晚上我夢到了阿嬤，好像還夢到了我的童年的一些事情，又或許根本沒有。
讀的時候我想到尼爾寫在多莉露珠客棧巡迴演唱手冊裡的短篇故事。我不知道為什麼我會聯想到這篇故事，但是我老惦記著故事結尾的那一點光，我希望Lettie Hempstock沒事。
我真的很喜歡Lettie，而且我好希望Lettie從海洋回來，聽男孩道歉道謝，即使她早已知道、早已感受得到。
那些牆、排水管和磚瓦都可以被拆毀，但附著在那些牆、排水管和磚瓦上的記憶是不會被拆毀的。它們沈睡；它們醒來。就像來自海洋深處的召喚，當它需要它們回來的時候，它們就會回來。
「下次Lettie寫信回來的時候，請告訴她我跟她問好。」
I started to read Neil's new book before the storm came, under the orange sky. I read it when the storm arrived, and I finished it after the storm left.
I checked the calendar. There's no way it was a full moon on the day when the wind was whistling, the rain was pouring and the boy was running away from the flea. But I might see a full moon hanging if I would have looked up in the night sky, and if I could have found it in the dark.
It's a story of childhood and memory, and I dreamed of my granny on the stormy night and something about my childhood, perhaps, or not.
I thought of the short story Neil wrote for Tori's Dew Drop Inn tourbook. I don't know why but I thought of the twinkle at the end, and I hope Lettie Hempstock would be fine.
I really like Lettie. And I really want Lettie to come back from the ocean to hear the boy saying his sorry and thanks to her, even she knows it and feels it already.
Those walls and drainpipes and bricks can be demolished, but those memory that bound up to them can never be demolished. It sleeps and it wakes up.Just like a calling from deep inside of the ocean, it calls you back when it needs it back.
"Next time Lettie writes from Australia," I said, "please tell her I said hello."
我翻過日曆，狂風暴雨襲擊小島、男孩逃離怪物的那天晚上不可能是滿月。但或許那天我要是抬頭，我會看到滿月，要是我在烏黑暴雨的天空找得到它的話。
這是關於孩童時期和回憶的故事。在風暴來的那個晚上我夢到了阿嬤，好像還夢到了我的童年的一些事情，又或許根本沒有。
讀的時候我想到尼爾寫在多莉露珠客棧巡迴演唱手冊裡的短篇故事。我不知道為什麼我會聯想到這篇故事，但是我老惦記著故事結尾的那一點光，我希望Lettie Hempstock沒事。
我真的很喜歡Lettie，而且我好希望Lettie從海洋回來，聽男孩道歉道謝，即使她早已知道、早已感受得到。
那些牆、排水管和磚瓦都可以被拆毀，但附著在那些牆、排水管和磚瓦上的記憶是不會被拆毀的。它們沈睡；它們醒來。就像來自海洋深處的召喚，當它需要它們回來的時候，它們就會回來。
「下次Lettie寫信回來的時候，請告訴她我跟她問好。」
I started to read Neil's new book before the storm came, under the orange sky. I read it when the storm arrived, and I finished it after the storm left.
I checked the calendar. There's no way it was a full moon on the day when the wind was whistling, the rain was pouring and the boy was running away from the flea. But I might see a full moon hanging if I would have looked up in the night sky, and if I could have found it in the dark.
It's a story of childhood and memory, and I dreamed of my granny on the stormy night and something about my childhood, perhaps, or not.
I thought of the short story Neil wrote for Tori's Dew Drop Inn tourbook. I don't know why but I thought of the twinkle at the end, and I hope Lettie Hempstock would be fine.
I really like Lettie. And I really want Lettie to come back from the ocean to hear the boy saying his sorry and thanks to her, even she knows it and feels it already.
Those walls and drainpipes and bricks can be demolished, but those memory that bound up to them can never be demolished. It sleeps and it wakes up.Just like a calling from deep inside of the ocean, it calls you back when it needs it back.
"Next time Lettie writes from Australia," I said, "please tell her I said hello."
2013年7月8日
枯榮
枯榮
作詞:喬星
一呼一吸 一眨眼睛
年華如同流雲 化作泡影
出生一刻心跳聲
床前彌留時辰去細聽
驟爾來 在哭聲
驟爾回 沒笑聲
滴答滴答光陰過隙
童年俄而成年 秒秒壓逼
一絲一點想記憶
回頭原來搖籃 悄悄褪色
驟爾來 沒珍惜
驟爾回 未歇息
月有虧盈陰晴 輪遞不停
換到功名虛榮 轉眼如幻影
花事哪可敵過一枯一榮
明艷過 磨蝕了 過程
一呼一吸 一眨眼睛
年華如同流雲 化作泡影
出生一刻心跳聲
床前彌留時辰去細聽
驟爾來 在哭聲
驟爾回 沒笑聲
春光秋色 不堪滿足
回頭沿途繁華 哪裡駐足
一章一章演奏曲
如何迷人仍然要結束
驟爾來 但一生
驟爾回 像借宿
月有虧盈陰晴 輪遞不停
換到功名虛榮 轉眼如幻影
花事哪可敵過一枯一榮
明艷過 磨蝕了 過程
作詞:喬星
一呼一吸 一眨眼睛
年華如同流雲 化作泡影
出生一刻心跳聲
床前彌留時辰去細聽
驟爾來 在哭聲
驟爾回 沒笑聲
滴答滴答光陰過隙
童年俄而成年 秒秒壓逼
一絲一點想記憶
回頭原來搖籃 悄悄褪色
驟爾來 沒珍惜
驟爾回 未歇息
月有虧盈陰晴 輪遞不停
換到功名虛榮 轉眼如幻影
花事哪可敵過一枯一榮
明艷過 磨蝕了 過程
一呼一吸 一眨眼睛
年華如同流雲 化作泡影
出生一刻心跳聲
床前彌留時辰去細聽
驟爾來 在哭聲
驟爾回 沒笑聲
春光秋色 不堪滿足
回頭沿途繁華 哪裡駐足
一章一章演奏曲
如何迷人仍然要結束
驟爾來 但一生
驟爾回 像借宿
月有虧盈陰晴 輪遞不停
換到功名虛榮 轉眼如幻影
花事哪可敵過一枯一榮
明艷過 磨蝕了 過程
2013年6月29日
Love Distance Love
Long Distance Love by Sarah Kay
I had already fallen in love with too many postage stamps, when you appeared on my doorstep wearing nothing but a post stamp promise.
No, appeared is the wrong word. Is there a word for sucker punching someone in the heart? Is there a word for when you're sitting at the bottom of the roller coaster and you re
I had already fallen in love with too many postage stamps, when you appeared on my doorstep wearing nothing but a post stamp promise.
No, appeared is the wrong word. Is there a word for sucker punching someone in the heart? Is there a word for when you're sitting at the bottom of the roller coaster and you realise the climb is coming, that you know what the climb means, that you can already feel the flip in your stomach from the fall, before you've even moved? Is there a word for that?
There should be. You can only fit so many words in a postcard. Only so many in a phone call. Only so many into space, before you forget that words are sometimes used for things other than filling emptiness. It is hard to build a body out of words. I have tried. We have both tried.
Instead of holding your head to my chest, I tell you about the boy who lives downstairs from me, who stays up all night long practising his drum set. The neighbours have complained, they have busy days tomorrow, but he keeps on thumping through the night. Convinced, I think, that practice makes perfect.
Instead of holding my hand, you tell me about the sandwich you ate for lunch today. How the pickles fit so perfectly with the lettuce. Practice does not make perfect, practice makes permanent. Repeat the same mistakes over and over and you don't get any closer to Carnegie Hall, even I know that. Repeat the same mistakes over and over and you don't get any closer. You, never get any closer.
Is there a word for the moment you win tug of war, when the weight gives and all that extra rope comes hurdling toward you. How even though you've won, you still wind up with muddy knees and burns on your hands, is there a word for that? I wish there was. I would've said it when we were finally together on your couch, neither one of us with anything left to say.
Still now, I send letters into space, hoping that some mail man somewhere will track you down and recognise you from the description in my poems. That he will place the stack of them in your hands and tell you, 'there's a girl who still writes you, she doesn't know how not to.'alise the climb is coming, that you know what the climb means, that you can already feel the flip in your stomach from the fall, before you've even moved? Is there a word for that?
There should be. You can only fit so many words in a postcard. Only so many in a phone call. Only so many into space, before you forget that words are sometimes used for things other than filling emptiness. It is hard to build a body out of words. I have tried. We have both tried.
Instead of holding your head to my chest, I tell you about the boy who lives downstairs from me, who stays up all night long practising his drum set. The neighbours have complained, they have busy days tomorrow, but he keeps on thumping through the night. Convinced, I think, that practice makes perfect.
Instead of holding my hand, you tell me about the sandwich you ate for lunch today. How the pickles fit so perfectly with the lettuce. Practice does not make perfect, practice makes permanent. Repeat the same mistakes over and over and you don't get any closer to Carnegie Hall, even I know that. Repeat the same mistakes over and over and you don't get any closer. You, never get any closer.
Is there a word for the moment you win tug of war, when the weight gives and all that extra rope comes hurdling toward you. How even though you've won, you still wind up with muddy knees and burns on your hands, is there a word for that? I wish there was. I would've said it when we were finally together on your couch, neither one of us with anything left to say.
Still now, I send letters into space, hoping that some mail man somewhere will track you down and recognise you from the description in my poems. That he will place the stack of them in your hands and tell you, 'there's a girl who still writes you, she doesn't know how not to.'
I had already fallen in love with too many postage stamps, when you appeared on my doorstep wearing nothing but a post stamp promise.
No, appeared is the wrong word. Is there a word for sucker punching someone in the heart? Is there a word for when you're sitting at the bottom of the roller coaster and you re
I had already fallen in love with too many postage stamps, when you appeared on my doorstep wearing nothing but a post stamp promise.
No, appeared is the wrong word. Is there a word for sucker punching someone in the heart? Is there a word for when you're sitting at the bottom of the roller coaster and you realise the climb is coming, that you know what the climb means, that you can already feel the flip in your stomach from the fall, before you've even moved? Is there a word for that?
There should be. You can only fit so many words in a postcard. Only so many in a phone call. Only so many into space, before you forget that words are sometimes used for things other than filling emptiness. It is hard to build a body out of words. I have tried. We have both tried.
Instead of holding your head to my chest, I tell you about the boy who lives downstairs from me, who stays up all night long practising his drum set. The neighbours have complained, they have busy days tomorrow, but he keeps on thumping through the night. Convinced, I think, that practice makes perfect.
Instead of holding my hand, you tell me about the sandwich you ate for lunch today. How the pickles fit so perfectly with the lettuce. Practice does not make perfect, practice makes permanent. Repeat the same mistakes over and over and you don't get any closer to Carnegie Hall, even I know that. Repeat the same mistakes over and over and you don't get any closer. You, never get any closer.
Is there a word for the moment you win tug of war, when the weight gives and all that extra rope comes hurdling toward you. How even though you've won, you still wind up with muddy knees and burns on your hands, is there a word for that? I wish there was. I would've said it when we were finally together on your couch, neither one of us with anything left to say.
Still now, I send letters into space, hoping that some mail man somewhere will track you down and recognise you from the description in my poems. That he will place the stack of them in your hands and tell you, 'there's a girl who still writes you, she doesn't know how not to.'alise the climb is coming, that you know what the climb means, that you can already feel the flip in your stomach from the fall, before you've even moved? Is there a word for that?
There should be. You can only fit so many words in a postcard. Only so many in a phone call. Only so many into space, before you forget that words are sometimes used for things other than filling emptiness. It is hard to build a body out of words. I have tried. We have both tried.
Instead of holding your head to my chest, I tell you about the boy who lives downstairs from me, who stays up all night long practising his drum set. The neighbours have complained, they have busy days tomorrow, but he keeps on thumping through the night. Convinced, I think, that practice makes perfect.
Instead of holding my hand, you tell me about the sandwich you ate for lunch today. How the pickles fit so perfectly with the lettuce. Practice does not make perfect, practice makes permanent. Repeat the same mistakes over and over and you don't get any closer to Carnegie Hall, even I know that. Repeat the same mistakes over and over and you don't get any closer. You, never get any closer.
Is there a word for the moment you win tug of war, when the weight gives and all that extra rope comes hurdling toward you. How even though you've won, you still wind up with muddy knees and burns on your hands, is there a word for that? I wish there was. I would've said it when we were finally together on your couch, neither one of us with anything left to say.
Still now, I send letters into space, hoping that some mail man somewhere will track you down and recognise you from the description in my poems. That he will place the stack of them in your hands and tell you, 'there's a girl who still writes you, she doesn't know how not to.'
2013年6月11日
天氣預報
我和爸爸要去法雅客喝咖啡
路過星巴客
玻璃走道看得到大海
海浪打在窗戶濺得很高
天氣有點陰
我們走在巷弄小路
有客家房子和廢棄房間
水藍色的很好看
我拍照
開始下雨
爸爸穿西裝說不要緊
拿袋子把鞋子套上
女孩說她要到台南
可是這班車到花蓮吶
我和爸爸說
外面出太陽了
路過星巴客
玻璃走道看得到大海
海浪打在窗戶濺得很高
天氣有點陰
我們走在巷弄小路
有客家房子和廢棄房間
水藍色的很好看
我拍照
開始下雨
爸爸穿西裝說不要緊
拿袋子把鞋子套上
女孩說她要到台南
可是這班車到花蓮吶
我和爸爸說
外面出太陽了
2013年6月10日
Blue Valentine
Blue Valentine
2010
Dean還是很愛他的one girl，可是我可以諒解Cindy最後還是不和Dean一起了。"I am so out of love with you." Cindy這樣說著，哭著指著自己的心說"there's nothing here for you."
沒有了愛就走不下去的。
我想起前幾天朋友問我的問題，我說我想和我愛的人在一起，不是愛我的人在一起，一點猶豫也沒有。可是和愛自己比較多的人在一起不是比較幸福嗎，朋友說。可是沒有愛是走不下去的。然後我突然好像了解難怪我的情路這樣坎坷。
Cindy和Summer這樣狠心甩了愛她們的男人的女人是男人眼裡的bitch吧，可是我覺得我理解她們為什麼會這樣做。
所以我想我大概也會是別人眼中的bitch。
Dean still loves the one girl, but I understand why Cindy chose not to be with Dean anymore even if he tried hard to win her back. "I am so out of love with you," Cindy said; she cried and put her palm on the chest and said, "there's nothing here for you."
There's nothing. Nothing.
I thought of the question my friend asked me few days ago. "I would like to be with the person I love than with the person who loves me," I replied to her without hesitation. "Wouldn't it be easier and happier to be with the person that loves you more?" "But I have no love for him. No love." And then I seemed to understand why it's never easier and happier to me.
Those girls like Cindy and Summer must be taken as a bitch, for dumping their sweet lovely lovers, but I guess I understand why they did that.
So I think I am probably taken as a bloody bitch as well.
2010
Dean還是很愛他的one girl，可是我可以諒解Cindy最後還是不和Dean一起了。"I am so out of love with you." Cindy這樣說著，哭著指著自己的心說"there's nothing here for you."
沒有了愛就走不下去的。
我想起前幾天朋友問我的問題，我說我想和我愛的人在一起，不是愛我的人在一起，一點猶豫也沒有。可是和愛自己比較多的人在一起不是比較幸福嗎，朋友說。可是沒有愛是走不下去的。然後我突然好像了解難怪我的情路這樣坎坷。
Cindy和Summer這樣狠心甩了愛她們的男人的女人是男人眼裡的bitch吧，可是我覺得我理解她們為什麼會這樣做。
所以我想我大概也會是別人眼中的bitch。
Dean still loves the one girl, but I understand why Cindy chose not to be with Dean anymore even if he tried hard to win her back. "I am so out of love with you," Cindy said; she cried and put her palm on the chest and said, "there's nothing here for you."
There's nothing. Nothing.
I thought of the question my friend asked me few days ago. "I would like to be with the person I love than with the person who loves me," I replied to her without hesitation. "Wouldn't it be easier and happier to be with the person that loves you more?" "But I have no love for him. No love." And then I seemed to understand why it's never easier and happier to me.
Those girls like Cindy and Summer must be taken as a bitch, for dumping their sweet lovely lovers, but I guess I understand why they did that.
So I think I am probably taken as a bloody bitch as well.
2013年6月9日
盡頭 at the end of
「教室走廊的盡頭有很美的城市風光和晚霞雲彩」
這個場景我夢見了兩次
"at the end of the school hallway, you can see beautiful city views and sunset sky."
i had it twice in my dream scenario.
這個場景我夢見了兩次
"at the end of the school hallway, you can see beautiful city views and sunset sky."
i had it twice in my dream scenario.
2013年5月31日
2013年5月29日
2013年5月20日
2013年5月12日
2013年4月30日
2013年4月25日
2013年4月19日
2013年4月18日
兔子先生 Mr. Rabbit
丹麥人Phivos講得很好的法語和英語，他說他還想學希臘文。他常常穿著印有Invercagil字樣的黑色T恤，煮得很好喝的咖啡還有很好吃的西班牙煎蛋。每天晚上碰到面，我們會問一下今天過得如何，例如我會說去看冰河的事，他會說營建工作的事。我和Natalie問他要不要一起玩大富翁時候，他會猛搖頭苦笑說不要我小孩時候玩太多大富翁了，可是玩起紙牌遊戲卻非常執著。
冰河小鎮換宿的最後一天晚上我在餐廳畫圖，踩著裁縫車踏板，畫著兔子先生的時候，我突然覺得Phivos像是兔子先生，可能是他有時候有一點靦腆，有時候很健談，很多時候又都很溫柔的關係。
要回房間睡覺的時候，看到他坐在門口的沙發講視訊，我跟他揮了手笑了笑說了晚安。
希望他明天早上凖備早餐時會發現我塞到他食物籃裡，夾在兩根香蕉中間的兔子先生，HAVE A NICE DAY，而我們不會再見面。
Phovis is from Denmark. He speaks good French and English, and he said he wanted to learn Greek, He often wears the black T-shirt printed with "Invercagil;" he cooks nice coffee and great Spanish fried eggs. We asked each other how the day was every night when we met. I would tell him about the glacier hiking, and he would tell me about his construction work. When Natalie and I asked him to join us to play monopoly, he would shake his head, push a smile and say no no no he had played way too much monopoly when he was a kid. However, he was so persistent while playing card games.
On the last night working in the hostel, I was sketching in the dinning room. While I was drawing the Mr. Rabbit, it came to my mind that Phovis was just like the Mr. Rabbit. Mabye it's because he was a bit shy sometimes, a bit talkative sometimes, and most of the time, he was nice and tender.
On the way back to my room, I saw him skyping on the couch. I waved and smiled and said good night to him .
I hoped when he prepared for breakfast the next morning, he would find the Mr. Rabbit that I put between the bananas inside his food box. "HAVE A NICE DAY," and we won't see each other again.
2013年4月15日
一日遊
我和小鬼們坐火車到關東煮店寫功課
kiwi美少年說i love you
我問他這是joke嗎還是個trick
我們跑步
油亮亮的青草地
stanza在拍照
大螢幕裡我是marceline
天空有很美的彩虹
kiwi美少年說i love you
我問他這是joke嗎還是個trick
我們跑步
油亮亮的青草地
stanza在拍照
大螢幕裡我是marceline
天空有很美的彩虹
2013年4月10日
2013年4月5日
the same drapes
Libby從奥勒岡寄來明信片，他說在他四十多歲時候，很多朋友都離婚了，再婚了，家裡都是新的窗簾布，而他和他先生已經結婚二十三年，他們家裡的窗簾布還是當初買下房子時的窗簾布，the same drapes沒有換。
Libby sent me the postcard from Oregon. She said in her 40's, a lot of her friends got divorces and remarried... all got new drapes. She and her husband are married 23 years, and they still keep the same drapes as when they bought the house.
2013年4月4日
兒童節 children's day
我刷牙
趴在圍牆看操場的小孩
有幾個女生長得好高大像納美人
flora給我紅豆冰棒
紅豆又紅又大顆
舔了幾口就被媽媽挖起來拜拜
i brushed my teeth
leaning against the wall
watching the children on the playground
some of the girls are tall and strong as the navi
flora gave me a red bean popsicle
i licked on it and then was waken up by my mom
趴在圍牆看操場的小孩
有幾個女生長得好高大像納美人
flora給我紅豆冰棒
紅豆又紅又大顆
舔了幾口就被媽媽挖起來拜拜
i brushed my teeth
leaning against the wall
watching the children on the playground
some of the girls are tall and strong as the navi
flora gave me a red bean popsicle
i licked on it and then was waken up by my mom
有時候 sometimes
有時候會想像和男人做愛的樣子
有時候會想像穿著白紗跳舞的樣子
有時候會想像跟自己的小孩扮鬼臉的樣子
有時候也會想像一個人像東尼瀧谷的樣子
sometimes i picture myself making love with my love
sometimes i picture myself dancing in the wedding gown
sometimes i picture myself making a funny face with my own child
yet sometimes i also picture myself being alone as tony takitani
有時候會想像穿著白紗跳舞的樣子
有時候會想像跟自己的小孩扮鬼臉的樣子
有時候也會想像一個人像東尼瀧谷的樣子
sometimes i picture myself making love with my love
sometimes i picture myself dancing in the wedding gown
sometimes i picture myself making a funny face with my own child
yet sometimes i also picture myself being alone as tony takitani
CocoRosie - Fairy Paradise
Fairy Paradise
He draws near the periphery
In disbelief on delivery
Came child from the deep inferno
Crusty head of dead volcano
Heartless crow with brittle beak
Wooden leg too schocked to speak
Lilac dust of a woman's hair
A wooden cross a paper prayer
A stone where her body lay
A stack of feathers a pile of hay
A mushroom for an eye ball
A mustache from the snow fall
Worms weave a ring where fairies square dance
Queens and kings fairies weave wigs with eyelash
Trance music makes the fairies dance
From the caves of snail shells
Echoes the mutter medieval spells
Mystery flows her wicked river
Of thorn and blade and silver sliver
Bending 'round the clover fields
Their sapling stems don't break but yield
Her pain inflicts no arguments
Must learn to sway and un-arrange
As earth she makes her final passage
After humans long have ravaged
Vanished with all maps for motion
Upward angels last devotion
One by one escort us home
To leave the elementals free to roam
To bathe in the last of ocean's foam
To beach comb the nuclear debris
Our plastic toys and our metal trees
On the perfect day you'll find the breeze
Once blew the pollen the feet of bees
Now cry the stars when upon the earth
Their gaze might rest a nostalgic burst
A lament be heard through all the cosmos
Of the dying planet with fallen foes
He draws near the periphery
In disbelief on delivery
Came child from the deep inferno
Crusty head of dead volcano
Heartless crow with brittle beak
Wooden leg too schocked to speak
Lilac dust of a woman's hair
A wooden cross a paper prayer
A stone where her body lay
A stack of feathers a pile of hay
A mushroom for an eye ball
A mustache from the snow fall
Worms weave a ring where fairies square dance
Queens and kings fairies weave wigs with eyelash
Trance music makes the fairies dance
From the caves of snail shells
Echoes the mutter medieval spells
Mystery flows her wicked river
Of thorn and blade and silver sliver
Bending 'round the clover fields
Their sapling stems don't break but yield
Her pain inflicts no arguments
Must learn to sway and un-arrange
As earth she makes her final passage
After humans long have ravaged
Vanished with all maps for motion
Upward angels last devotion
One by one escort us home
To leave the elementals free to roam
To bathe in the last of ocean's foam
To beach comb the nuclear debris
Our plastic toys and our metal trees
On the perfect day you'll find the breeze
Once blew the pollen the feet of bees
Now cry the stars when upon the earth
Their gaze might rest a nostalgic burst
A lament be heard through all the cosmos
Of the dying planet with fallen foes
2013年4月3日
停車場 car park
我們走過停車場
數不完的車
我在想停車場是哪個鬼財團建的
we walked pass the car park
of countless vehicles
i wondered who the heck built the god damn car park
數不完的車
我在想停車場是哪個鬼財團建的
we walked pass the car park
of countless vehicles
i wondered who the heck built the god damn car park
2013年3月22日
明天過後
壞人佯裝路人灑生化武器
我打電話跟媽媽說叫大家待在家裡不要出門
掛電話之前我到底有沒有跟媽媽說我愛你們
我們吃紅色的棉花糖
可以防止毒物入侵
我跟賣棉花糖的小弟說you owe me 20 bucks
我跟爸爸說電影叫明天過後
爸爸像班傑明變小孩哭鬧說那不是明天過後
最近殭屍電動好像打太多了
應該一直吃棉花糖
我打電話跟媽媽說叫大家待在家裡不要出門
掛電話之前我到底有沒有跟媽媽說我愛你們
我們吃紅色的棉花糖
可以防止毒物入侵
我跟賣棉花糖的小弟說you owe me 20 bucks
我跟爸爸說電影叫明天過後
爸爸像班傑明變小孩哭鬧說那不是明天過後
最近殭屍電動好像打太多了
應該一直吃棉花糖
2013年3月21日
love combination
i wanna dance and i wanna fall in love.
i wanna dance with the person i fall in love with.
2013年3月16日
2013年3月14日
完美
完美
詞曲 陳珊妮
不知道 誰是對的 只知道他們都不像我
不像我 要求那麼多
不像我 思考那麼久
不像我 如此耐心等候 發現一切都是錯的 就看你怎麼說
如果你愛我 請求你說 說一個完美的謊話 讓我感動
如果你愛我 請求你說 說一個嚴重的謊話 編一個完美的藉口
全世界都是對的 都不像我
全世界都是對的 錯的是我
全世界都是假的 就怕你說不愛我
因為是我的錯 因為是我的錯 說你不愛我
2013年3月4日
黃色波卡 yellow polka dot dress
我們送冰淇淋
騎腳踏車回家
路口積水
外國女孩在路邊換上黃色波卡洋裝
we sent the ice cream
and rode the bike home
it was flooded
two foreign girls put on yellow polka dot dresses by the road
騎腳踏車回家
路口積水
外國女孩在路邊換上黃色波卡洋裝
we sent the ice cream
and rode the bike home
it was flooded
two foreign girls put on yellow polka dot dresses by the road
2013年2月22日
2013年2月21日
2013年2月20日
2013年2月18日
2013年2月9日
2013年2月6日
2013年1月26日
2013年1月23日
我的愛人是shapeshifter/ my love is a shapeshifter
女魔頭在前面
板機一扣是空包彈
我往後跑
愛人飛奔來救我
化身銀色的鳥
飛越滾滾洪水
the villain is at the front
i pulled the trigger
a damn blank
so i turned and ran
my love rushed to save me
in the shape of a silver bird creature
carrying me flying through a broad of roaring water
板機一扣是空包彈
我往後跑
愛人飛奔來救我
化身銀色的鳥
飛越滾滾洪水
the villain is at the front
i pulled the trigger
a damn blank
so i turned and ran
my love rushed to save me
in the shape of a silver bird creature
carrying me flying through a broad of roaring water
2013年1月16日
2013年1月8日
園遊會 the fair
我戴珍妮的綠色髮圈
媽媽說一點半集合去園遊會
外面淹大水
我提著泰迪熊
水深女孩胸口
白色浪花滾滾
i was trying on jenny's green headband
mom said we would go the fair at half past one
the whole place was flooded
i carried a teddy bear
the water was up to the girl's chest
white water rolling and rolling
媽媽說一點半集合去園遊會
外面淹大水
我提著泰迪熊
水深女孩胸口
白色浪花滾滾
i was trying on jenny's green headband
mom said we would go the fair at half past one
the whole place was flooded
i carried a teddy bear
the water was up to the girl's chest
white water rolling and rolling
The Dress
一切只因我愛你
"i won't count the scars again
because i love you"
Blonde Redhead
The Dress
Tears you see on my face, you do have something to do with
Fear starts creeping up when you have so much to lose
Your love waits you while you're cheating
Lightning strikes you when you're moving
The light you see in my eyes, you do have something to do with
Play the game namely love, play it like you have nothing to lose
Horse loves you when you move with him
People hate you when you're changing
Don't let the dress trick you
I love you less now that I know you
I won't count the scars again
I love you less now that I know you
The glow you see on my face, you do have something to do with
Fear starts creeping up when you have so much to lose
Your love wait you while you're cheating
Lighting strikes you when you're moving
Don't let me wonder away
I love you less now that I know you
Don't let the dress trick you
I love you less now that I know you
I won't count the scars again
Because I love you
"i won't count the scars again
because i love you"
Blonde Redhead
The Dress
Tears you see on my face, you do have something to do with
Fear starts creeping up when you have so much to lose
Your love waits you while you're cheating
Lightning strikes you when you're moving
The light you see in my eyes, you do have something to do with
Play the game namely love, play it like you have nothing to lose
Horse loves you when you move with him
People hate you when you're changing
Don't let the dress trick you
I love you less now that I know you
I won't count the scars again
I love you less now that I know you
The glow you see on my face, you do have something to do with
Fear starts creeping up when you have so much to lose
Your love wait you while you're cheating
Lighting strikes you when you're moving
Don't let me wonder away
I love you less now that I know you
Don't let the dress trick you
I love you less now that I know you
I won't count the scars again
Because I love you
蓮霧咬一口 a bite of the wax apple
我站在窗戶旁
跟利物浦人說
太陽要下山了
金色的光
我們像CSI採集証物
房間播radiohead的歌
礦泉水紙箱
裡面是黃色香菸
我推推車幫爸爸搬啤酒
貨車載滿蓮霧
路人經過拿了一個
咬了一口
我看著他走過
下一個也是
i stood beside the window
and told the liverpooler
the sun was going down
with golden light
we collected evidence
as people do in csi
and we heard a song of radiohead's
cartons of water
full of yellow cigarettes
i helped dad move the beer
a passersby took away one
from the truck of wax apples
and took a bite
i watched him passing by
and watched the next one passing by
跟利物浦人說
太陽要下山了
金色的光
我們像CSI採集証物
房間播radiohead的歌
礦泉水紙箱
裡面是黃色香菸
我推推車幫爸爸搬啤酒
貨車載滿蓮霧
路人經過拿了一個
咬了一口
我看著他走過
下一個也是
i stood beside the window
and told the liverpooler
the sun was going down
with golden light
we collected evidence
as people do in csi
and we heard a song of radiohead's
cartons of water
full of yellow cigarettes
i helped dad move the beer
a passersby took away one
from the truck of wax apples
and took a bite
i watched him passing by
and watched the next one passing by
2013年1月5日
1Q84
很長一段時間，我也有想見面的川奈天吾。
我想像little people 從空氣中拉出一條條的絲把少年少女的我們的身體包藏起來，連同少年少女的我們的所有記憶一起，一起包藏在那個年少年代，不會前進，不會後退，不管我到了有著多少個月亮的地方，少年少女的身體和所有的曾經的一切，永遠都不會壞。
永遠都不會壞。
既使我不能確定我是不是他想找的青豆雅美。
2013年1月4日
2013年1月1日
元旦愛國夢 A Patriotic Dream on the New Year's Day
太空艙
歪國人
房間小孩子在跑
玩具
沙發
整面唱盤
有披頭四
還有動物樂團的National
spaceship
blondeheads
a room of running kids
toys
couches
a wall of singing records
there are the Beatles
and the Animal's National
歪國人
房間小孩子在跑
玩具
沙發
整面唱盤
有披頭四
還有動物樂團的National
spaceship
blondeheads
a room of running kids
toys
couches
a wall of singing records
there are the Beatles
and the Animal's National