Modi

第一次听见这首歌，是在第一家打工的酒吧里。刚放了学，忙着打扫卫生，酒吧的音箱里放着这首歌。一听到旋律我就被吸引住，按了反复播放的按钮，放下扫把，坐在二楼的角落遐想。那时，歌词中的大部分我还不理解，只隐隐约约听见歌中的女人去过很多地方，甚至在阳光下和牧师做爱，曾经有过天堂般的生活，确从未做过真正的自己，我什么也不懂，确趴在桌上泪留满面。

那时侯我只有17岁，确已经预感到10年后我的生活。

you know what truth is?

That's the little baby you are holding.

I've never been to me Charlene

(Ken Kirsch / Ronald Miller)

 

Hey lady, you, lady, cursing at your life

You're a discontented mother and a regimented wife

I've no doubt you dream about the things you'll never do

But I wish someone had talked to me like I wanna talk to you

I've been to Georgia and California, anywhere I could run

Took the hand of a preachman and we made love in the sun

But I ran out of places and friendly faces

Because I had to be free

I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me

 

Please lady, please, lady, don't just walk away

Cause I have this need to tell you why I'm all alone today

I can see so much of me still living in your eyes

Won't you share a part of a weary heart

that has lived a million lies

I've been to Nice and the isle of Greece

While I sipped champagne on a yacht

I moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed 'em what I've got

I've been undressed by kings

And I've seen some things that a woman ain't supposed to see

I've been to paradise

But I've never been to me

 

(spoken)

Hey, you know what paradise is? It's a lie

A fantasy we create about people and places as we'd like them to be

But you know what truth is?

It's that little baby you're holding,

And it's that man you fought with this morning,

the same one you're going to make love with tonight

That's truth, that's love

 

Sometimes I've been to crying for unborn children

that might have made me complete

But I, I took the sweet life

And never knew I'd be bitter from the sweet

I spent my life exploring the subtle whoring

that cost too much to be free

Hey lady, I've been to paradise

But I've never been to me

 

 

第一次去墨尔本博物馆就注意到一楼有一个Children's Gallery, 博物馆是长知识的好地方，可惜所有东西都是英文，连我都一知半解，只能模模糊糊的给小丁宝解释。

 

傻傻的父子俩

哈，我也在这里拍过照片

 

 

在墨尔本博物馆

真喜欢这个木偶娃娃

头发长了些，自己剪的留海

St. Kilda Beach

终于，终于，在和你分开73天后，我们又在一起。在机场一见到你，你就向我伸出双手喊妈妈，我们拉钩，你说再也不分开了。

73天，你长大了许多，瘦了，胳膊和腿都细了很多，脸也变的小了，已经从一个小宝宝长成了小伙子。

车窗外，我们看着蓝天白云；夜晚，你指给我看星星和月亮；

你在草地上追逐那些妈妈也叫不出名字的鸟；

我学校的池塘里有两只鸭子，到了傍晚听见树上的鸟在齐声欢唱；

在自习的教室里，你只需要轻轻一垮就能爬上我常坐的沙发；

Menzi Building的Latte很好喝，你会抢着添去最上层的泡沫；

这些天课特别多，可你都会送我到火车站；

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喔，亲爱的，我们终于在一起了，去分享这个大陆所有的美好！

今天回家一推开门，～～～～多有家的感觉（芳芳肯定熟悉这感觉，多亲切：）

刚来时，还装的像模像样

Jenny告诉我，达利作品中的蚂蚁代表了骄躁不安的性欲

每周三national gallery的艺术之夜