在听Santa Monica。
这是一首我在高中时代常听的歌儿。
那时候,住8人的拥挤宿舍,用180块钱的爱华随身听,听18块钱的盗版磁带盘。
In Santa Monica, in the wintertimeThe lazy streets so undemandingI walk into the crowdIn Santa Monica you get your coffee fromThe coolest places on the promenadeWhere people dress just soBeauty so unavoidableeverywhere you turnIt’s thereI sit and wonder what am I doing here?But on the telephone line I am anyoneI am anything I want to beI could be a supermodel or Norman MailerAnd you wouldn’t know the differenceOr would you?In Santa Monica, all the people gotModern namesLike Jake or MandyAnd modern bodies tooIn Santa Monica, on the boulevard,You’ll have to dodge those in-line skatersOr they’ll knock you downI never felt so lonely,Never felt so out of placeI never wanted something more than thisBut on the telephone line I am anyoneI am anything I want to beI could be a supermodel or Norman MailerAnd you wouldn’t know the differenceOn the telephone line, I am any heightI am any age I want to beI could be a caped crusader, orspace invaderAnd you would know the differenceOr would you?Or would you?on the telephone line I am anyoneI am anything I want to beI could be a supermodel or Norman MailerAnd you wouldn’t know the differenceOn the telephone line, I am any heightI am any age I want to beI could be a caped crusader, orspace invaderAnd you would know the differenceOr would you?
现在,我正带着耳机在听这首歌。
耳机是一个很奇妙的东西。无论周围多么喧哗嘈杂,她都能把那一切隔绝到外面去。于是你便能孤独而纯粹的投入到自己在听的声音、在酝酿的情绪中去,就像独自一人躲进一间小屋。
我就躲在这样一间小屋中,品味着这一瞬间的、有着致命诱惑力的、奢侈的孤独。
一转眼,那在高中寝室听歌的日子,都已经过了十几年。很难想象,十几年前的自己,会不会认可自己当前的状态。
那时候环境总是很安静,听这首Santa Monica,只是觉得嗓音和旋律好听、唱歌的技法很棒,于是对它喜欢的不行。只是在最后,电话挂断,嘟嘟忙音响起的时候,才会感觉到那种难以言述的失落怅然。
现在再听这首歌,却只剩下孤独了。