人生に素直になるように

就像夢裡一開始的第一顆扣子扣錯了
我繼續遊行著
只不過一切都不自覺地歪斜不自覺地淡淡錯開

[Martha Wainwright/Factory]

These are not my people, I should never have come here
The chick with the dick and gift for the gab
I know a place, I've seen the face
and I'll take the coast from factory to factory

These nights that I have been all alone
and throught my window the moonlight she shone
and on my walls the fire she danced
Playing out my very last chance to run..run..run...run..
Don't look back, you're moving too fast
I know a place, I've seen a face
and I'll take high road from factory to factory

The are millions millions of people around
On my TV. walking my streets, making sounds
and I can walk with them, I love them, I need them
But there are others I have known as poor souls, sores exposed
To the run-of-the-mill, the destitute and the cold
Sores exposed to the blisters and shards
Where any kind of kindness is as far as the sun,
The sun..the sun...the sun..run...run...run....
I know a place, I've seen a face
and I'll take the caost to factory to factory

如果可以替夢挑選所謂合宜的背景音樂，我想我會設法播放這張
Martha Wainwright在國內唯一發的同名專輯。
沒有透露什麼，也沒有隱瞞什麼，單純以音樂直率而大膽地前進，
她的聲音約略是這樣子的感覺。
聲音這種東西，絕對是會迷惑人的，功力高深的一點的話，
甚至可以迷惑夢吧我想。把那夢稍稍推離軌道，撲上淡淡的影子，
自己則與夢與影子錯開著並行。
問題是夢與做夢者與被夢者都不會發現，第一顆扣子被扣錯的事情，
都同時深.深.地被這樣子的聲音擊.中.而且都不願意醒來。
於是軌道上我們混亂而帶著殘影，走不到未來或過去，
陷入這場哪.裡.都.去.不.了.的深擊。