趣味 仕樣所: Enthusiasm

熱情怠倦，
甚麼在持續？




“如果我們曾經那麼用力地去抓住些甚麼，
是不是更應該好好地保存著呢？”


如果讓人熱血沸騰的原因消失了，
繼續進行的必要性在哪裡？


翻來覆去我找不到當初的感動，
麻木地看完每部影集，
試著說出些甚麼，卻是重複又膚淺的字句，
如果那些意念進不到腦袋，
時間不是都浪費掉了嗎？


質疑著生活，好希望這只是暫時。


如果成為了我曾經討厭的那些大人的樣子，
就正好跳進自打嘴巴的國度了。
不自覺地，現實把人圍繞在奄奄一息的空氣裡，
還誤以為活力四射。


'Hope is the thing with feathers.'
Please, let me grab it for a second.








Life gets thinner than before,
I feel the fragile mind might be broken anytime,
though it still inflated, no matter how I thought.


I said: keep some faith.
I wrote it on my diary, 
but I did not really buy it,
keep doubt myself, my life every single day,
sometimes, I just wanna give up, wave my white flag to the real time,
how does it become this way?
I have no idea.....


"it's easier to live in the lies."
It's been 4 years, I still feel the punching sound when I can't sleep at night.
M said sth really hard,
and I knew the sadness deeply in my heart that I am just pretending to be as happy as I should.
what's wrong with revealing true feeling?
'because you would get hurt, and people don't want to be hurt again,
no one ask you to be brave, so please just don't.'
Then, I don't know myself anymore.


Years, I still don't understand all the past why,
somehow I convinced myself I don't care anymore,
once I went back the old place, turn the old pages reviewed,
heart squeezing is back again.....


I think I like someone, 
unfortunately, it's not an allowed one, neither.
So the distance kept all the time between us.
if there is no confused I would be as straight as I was before,
however, there are plenty of them.




This Is Just A Modern Rock Song

Emma tried to run away,
I followed her across the city,
She went out to the Easterhouse,
Because she liked the sound of it.

She didn't have a single penny,
She stuck a finger in the air,
She tried to flag down an aeroplane,
I suppose she needs a holiday.

I put my arm around her waist,
She put me on the ground with Judo,
She didn't recognise my face,
She wasn't even looking.

Laura's feeling just ideal,
Her horoscope was nearly perfect,
She's thinking of something to do,
Because she is The Birthday Girl.

She walked out to the edge of town,
She saw me lying in the park,
She took Emma by the hand,
They've got a lot in common.

I'll leave them to do what they want,
I'll leave them to do what they need to,
I'll go and play with words and pictures,
I'll admit I'm feeling strange.

[instrumental]

I'm not as sad as Doestoevsky,
I'm not as clever as Mark Twain,
I'll only buy a book for the way it looks,
And then I stick it on the shelf again.

Now I could tell you what I'm thinking,
But it never seems to do you good,
It's beyond me what a girl can see,
I'm only lucid when I'm writing songs.

This is just a modern rock song,
This is just a sorry lament,
We're four boys in corduroys,
We're not terrific but we're competent.

Stevie's full of good intentions,
Richards into rock 'n' roll,
Stuart's staying in and he thinks it's a sin,
That he has to leave the house at all.

[instrumental]

This is just a modern rock song,
This is just a tender affair,
I count "three, four" and then we start to slow,
Because a song has got to stop somewhere.