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* the blower's daughter/DAMIEN RICE
>>>Wednesday, February 23, 2005

and so it is
just like you said it would be
life goes easy on me
most of the time
and so it is
the shorter story
no love no glory
no hero in her skies
i can't take my eyes off of you/
and so it is
just like you said it should be
we'll both forget the breeze
most of the time
and so it is
the colder water
the blower's daughter
the pupil in denial
i can't take my eyes off of you/
did I say that i loathe you?
did I say that I want to
leave it all behind?/
i can't take my mind off of you
my mind
'til I find somebody new.
the blower's daughter/damien rice
元宵,歌點給你聽。祝你快樂。
:: posted by my lock, 11:24 AM
這是一所綠色的房子。牆上鴨屎綠的油漆逐漸剝落,斑駁得像一個個流離失所的孤島。擁有房子,仍在漂流。是生活,是創作。其實我們都是房子。有時是門鎖,有時是鑰匙。幸而這裡盛載記憶,archive 作為刻度的提示。至於綠色,是我們叩門時的三長兩短。咯咯,這是一所綠色的房子。

