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64 days ago
Boulevard Of Broken Dreams--Green Day I walk a lonely road The only one that I have ever known Don't know where it goes But it's home to me and I walk alone I walk this empty street On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams Where the city sleeps and I'm the only one and I walk alone I walk alone I walk alone I walk alone I walk a... My shadow's the only one that walks beside me My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me 'Til then I walk alone Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah I'm walking down the line That divides me somewhere in my mind On the border line Of the edge and where I walk alone Read between the lines What's fucked up and everything's alright Check my vital signs To know I'm still alive and I walk alone I walk alone I walk alone I walk alone I walk a... My shadow's the only one that walks beside me My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me 'Til ...
332 days ago
Here comes the rain,i can see the sorrow falling over my head. MP3出问题了，里面的歌都找不到了，只好把电脑硬盘里面的东西全都翻出来，那些被遗忘的声音，one more cup of coffee，被冷落了太久，小提琴响起，依然撕心裂肺，bob的歌词还是不能完全领会。 看了些老电影，《不夜城》自然少不了，每过一阵子总要看一遍。还有《蒙索的面包店女孩》埃里克·侯麦“六个道德故事”之一，只是喜欢旧的光影和故事，至于表现的主题，不予理睬，何为道德？我往往听到的都是道德底线，且通常情况下提及这个词的人早以越界。 今天看了love is noise的MV，Ashcroft见老了，呵呵，这就是时间，印象中他还是那个弹唱drugs don't work的大孩子，于是翻出当年唱片听，看着歌词，像以前一样认真，不知不觉眼眶泛红。 有人今天得逞了，穿越他自己所说的道德底线，背着她女朋友和有夫之妇搞破鞋，于是请我们喝酒。觥筹交错间，他说他挺内疚的，我说，其实对于你来说，穿越什么并不重要，进入什么才是关键。我不知道他能不能理解我对他的评价，我想凭他思考的器官恐怕很难。我并不高尚，我很龌龊，但是我觉得事情这样不好，这不比棉花的滥交，我从来没有指责过棉花，而且我觉得他那样对于一个光棍一个轻松的人来说还是不错的。 这几天真的很冷，衣服也不想洗，也懒的到外面吃饭。昨晚做梦，在一个下着大雪的夜里不停的走着，遇见一个和我一样狼狈不堪的人，我不知道是该贪恋她的温柔而留下，还是应该像他们所说的那样，只是相互暖暖手，然后各自离开。 凌晨了，宿舍网络断了，只能等到明天再发了，看看电影睡觉了。
358 days ago
I open my mouth and i try and i try but no words come out please,please pull my puzzles apart
563 days ago
Jeff Woodell－Pictures of Nothing Remember the day that we met in the park where the sunlight and shadow entwined? That picture looked perfect, more perfect than art, but I wish, on that day, I'd been blind. Remember the night that we lay in the stars in a pose for each flash in the sky? I told you I loved you. You said you did too, but the best you could do was pretend it was true. You know, I used to smile every time that my eyes found the pictures of both of us framed on the wall, but the way that you look at him makes me feel sick. Now, they're pictures of nothing at all. When I borrowed a lens, it was easy to see we were hanging together by threads. I asked you for glue to secure what was left, but you gave me the scissors instead. All of my friends claim to know how I feel and they say I'll get better each day. I know that they're right, but you're hard to erase and each day is an hourglass floating in space. You know, I used to smile every time that my eyes ...
