“do you think (blablablah)?”
gosh, isn’t it strange that you are stunned at a question that you have been expecting for so long? usually at this very moment you found yourself a bit gutted and annoyed, too. option no. 1: “what the hell do you wanna know?” option no. 2: “who the fuck do you think you are to question me?” yet apart from these obviously less appropriate choices one of the best answers remains: “nope, i don’t think so because sometimes we can’t even think.”
Lali Puna – “Faking The Books”
晚上九時，鬧鐘突然響起來。錯亂。誰的錯，怎樣亂，原諒我狂抓了好幾分鐘仍然沒辦法說得過去。秒針繼續跳動，我打算先去洗澡，然後睡他三四小時，起床，幹活，小睡片刻，直到鬧鐘再次肆意叫嚷，刷牙，洗臉，截車，上班，吃午飯，log off，下班；明天吧，我一定修剪腳甲。
當一切完結之後
你全身的衣服也沾上一陣煙燻酒氣
漫漫長夜，留住電台廣播
嘗試想清楚
又冒出冷汗
和一首一首可怕的歌
而你現在終於醒來，暗願自己就此逝去。
－－ 擇譯自 Edson – “Temper Tantrum 3 Min”。
The Postal Service – “Sleeping In”