椰子殼

每當Damien Rice 唱到“你可以一季一季地等待，看著自己那腐土變成炭。時間能夠傳染，各人因此都會變老。”我的心裏總是會為之一動。

不是嗎，你可以握著她的手自我剖析悔，你可以舉棋不定、踟躕徘徊，你可以對她萬般嗬護卻仍難免一失，你也可以在sex上麵流連尋求意義，可是最最享受，最最值得的時間，是坐在煙囪上任憑屁股下生火，在現在，享受一個的自我逍遙片刻，就是現在，就這麽值得，管他們呢。

Coconut Skins

You can hold her hand
And show her how you cry
Explain to her your weakness
So she understands
And then roll over and die

You can brave decisions
Before you crumble up inside
Spend your time asking everyone else's permission
Then run away and hide

Or you can sit on chimneys
Put some fire up your ass
No need to know what you're doing or waiting for
But if anyone should ask
Tell them I've been licking coconut skins
And we've been hanging out
Tell them God just dropped by to forgive our sins
And relieve us our doubt
La la la la la la la...

Oh you can hold her eggs
But your basket has a hole
You can lie between her legs and go looking for
Tell her you're searching for her soul
You can wait for ages
Watch your compost turn to coal
Time is contagious
Everybody's getting old

So you can sit on chimneys
Put some fire up your ass
No need to know what you're doing or looking for
But if anyone should ask
Tell them I've been cooking coconut skins
And we've been hanging out
Tell them God just dropped by to forgive our sins
And relieve us our doubt
La la la la la la la...