你看他們的那些封面,那座被廢棄的大遊樂場,那架黑色風車,那張寂寞的大床,它們曾經也是我們年少輕狂的侶伴,歡會遊冶的佳處;而今只有一段黑色的時光的影子從它們未及殘破而已然不堪的荒墟上生長出來……
——晨光榮耀(北京)





任何敘述都不能掩飾住Mark Kozelek聲音的悲傷。
Medicine Bottle 在很多年裡我重複聽這一首歌，像感知一個人漫長孤寂的一生，為他心痛。
　　
　　 愛就像一個藥物容器。
　　 the love is found on the inside not the outside
　　 and like a medicine bottle
　　 in the cabinet i’ll keep you
　　 and like a medicine bottle
　　 in my hand i will hold you
　　 and swallow you slowly
　　 as to last me a lifetime
　　 自我的分裂與世界分隔，只有愛指向生。
　　 in her girlfriend’s self-help book
　　 it’s all his own making
　　 a war with himself
　　 like two sides of a wall
　　 that separates two countries
　　 he shuts out the world
　　 and wants only to love you
　　
　　 Michael很簡短，只是一聲用力的呼喚卻能揪住心臟，
　　 ”i heard he lost his mind again”
　　 ”again?”i said
　　 i didn’t know that you ever did
　　
　　 do you remember our first subway ride?
　　 our first heavy metal haircuts?
　　 our last swim on the east coast?
　　 and me with my ridiculous looking pierced nose?
　　 i remember your warm smile in the sun




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