Flightless Bird, American Mouth (外一篇)

那是在戏院的感动，也许可以把这感动从戏院带出来

幻影的你站在我面前，给你拥抱

要深深一吻吗？应该做不到，就连拥抱都是属于抓空

于是音符仍然跳动着，附和着谁的心动旋律

我的右手掌抚着我的左心房

对，

我在网络里遍寻你的声音，如窃听空气的声波藏着昨天的哭泣声

（谁人听见，自从你离开应该没人听见）



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I was a quick wet boy
Diving too deep for coins
All of your straight blind eyes
Wide on my plastic toys
And 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 bill looming

Now I?m a fat house cat
Cursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats
Curl through the wide/white fence cracks
Kissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean
Blood of Christ mountain stream

Have I found you?
Flightless bird, brown hair bleeding
Or lost you?
American mouth
Big bill, stuck going down

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我站的角落你看不见，你正在看不见

那天的戏院我正在看见你，你进入不了的（也觉得你进来不是一件好事）

不过那天起，我在你的心里，所以那天我是感觉到你的右手掌的

每当这首歌响起，你正在听见我们的声音（除了你没人听懂的频率）

不要吻我，你的心跳肯定加速，因为这是初吻