Flightless Bird, American Mouth

I was a quick wet boy, diving too deep for coins
All of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair, I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map and called for you everywhere

Have I found you
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping or lost you, american mouth
Big pill looming

Now I’m a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats curl through the wide fence cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold
And clean blood of Christ mountain stream

Have I found you
Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding or lost you, american mouth
Big pill stuck going down

Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer’s day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills, in colors on the snowy linen land 

Now I understand what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for you sanity How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they did not know how, perhaps they’ll listen now

Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand

Chorus:
For they could not love you, but still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night
You took your life as lovers often do,
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

Starry, starry night, portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can’t forget.
Like the stranger that you’ve met, the ragged man in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for you sanity How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will.

如往常一样，下班后天色已黑。未过元宵，路上还是相对安静，沿着轻轨行走，一辆列车轰轰驶过，一道灯光刹那间闪过。抬头仰望星空，深深吸一口气，轻轻闭上眼睛，听着Norah Jones的歌，好一番惬意。

Your eyes seek conclusion in all this confusion of mine
……
I want you to stay
Just to hold me and tell me you’ll be here to love me today
……
The moon’s come and gone but a few stars hang on to the sky
The wind’s runnin’ free but it ain’t up to me to ask why
But the poets are demanding their pay
And they’ve left me with nothin’ to say
‘cept hold me and tell me you’ll be here to love me today
Just hold me and tell me that you’ll be here to love me today
Just hold me and tell me that you’ll be here to love me today

最近喜欢上这首，Better Be Home Soon.

Somewhere deep inside
Somethings got a hold on you
And its pushing me aside
See it stretch on forever

I know I’m right
For the first time in my life
Thats why I tell you
You’d better be home soon

Stripping back the coats
Of lies and deception
Back to nothingness
Like a week in the desert

I know I’m right
For the first time in my life
Thats why I tell you
Youd better be home soon

So dont say no, dont say nothings wrong
Cos when you get back home maybe I’ll be gone

It would cause me pain
If we were to end it
But I could start again
You can depend on it

I know I’m right
For the first time in my life
Thats why I tell you
Youd better be home soon
Thats why I tell you
Youd better be home soon

这就是我——戴佩妮

我没有很多钱 but I think 我很够用
我没有很多人追 I don’t think 我不快乐
我生活也许boring 对你而言but我idea有很多
吃饱就想想饱就睡简单不罗唆
this is what I want

I feel so high
I feel so good
I feel so happy with my 二手牛仔裤
so sorry baby baby baby
你要想清楚
若选择了我就要接受我
这样子的我
这就是…我

我没有很多梦 but I think 一个就够
我没有很多学问 I don’t think 我没有用
我过的活的意义 don’t you think 平凡多难得
let me tell you
我写着唱着看着听着读着我生命的歌
what about you

I feel so high
I feel so good
I feel so happy with my 二手牛仔裤
so sorry baby baby baby
你要想清楚
若选择了我就要接受我
这样子的我

I feel so high
I feel so good
I feel so happy with my 二手牛仔裤
so sorry baby baby baby
你要想清楚
若选择了我就要接受我
这样子的我
这就是我

I feel so high
I feel so good
I feel so high
I feel so good
I feel so high
I feel so good
I feel so happy

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周六早上8点多，在南京西路上行走时，宽阔整洁的道路，繁华而安静。

周日途径雁荡路，碰巧遇上加拿大文化周，看到了一场异常精彩的演出。Hotel California一曲唱罢，紧跟着一首If I ain’t got you。吸引了无数过路人驻足欣赏。

还记得几周前，同样是雁荡路上的法国文化周，以及静安寺的东瀛文化节和Jz Festival，这就是魅力Downtown。喜欢上海的理由。

I love Paris every moment,
Every moment of the year.
I love Paris, why, oh why do I love Paris?
Because my love is near.

When love comes in and takes you for a spin
Oh la la la c’est magnifique
When every night your loved one holds you tight
Oh la la la c’est magnifique
But when one day your loved one drifts away
Oh la la la c’est magnifique
But when once more she whispers
Je t’adore c’est magnifique

反复听着这首歌，很轻松，很随意。钢琴、小提琴、管乐、嗓音，完美结合，无可挑剔。在令人瑟瑟发抖的深秋，这般惬意的歌声让我很怀念夏天可以自由呼吸、自由聆听的感觉。

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