Jon's Fish Jar

 

   想起有些许朋友就快要过生日了，于是有一首歌从记忆中跳了出来—— The Cranberries 的 Never Grow Old，把它贴出来送给你们，希望你们生日能过得愉快，能像歌里唱的那样never grow old....

 

i had a dream
in this dream it seems
it was my perfect day
open my eyes
i realize this is my perfect day

hope you never grow old
hope you never grow old
hope you never grow old
hope you never grow old
do ...

birds in the sky
they look so high
this is my perfect day
i feel the breeze
i feel ...
it is my perfect day

hope you never grow old
hope you never grow old
hope you never grow old
hope you never grow old

forever young
i hope you stay forever young
do...

 

我做了一个梦

梦里我拥有了

完美的一天

睁开眼睛

我发现这真的是完美的一天

 

愿你童心永驻

 

    自从上次发完牢骚之后已经有很久很久很久没有时间来上网了！

 

    前天阳历生日，山沟里又是下雨天，依然为一些工作琐事忙得顾不上吃那么几口饭。提前到了办公室，趁没有人，在单位内部论坛上赶紧注册了一个ID:smallearfish，然后把淋雨的生日感言用一种莫名其妙的形式敲了上去，贯上“原创”两个字就踏实地关闭了浏览器。

    没曾想Tao3和Natasha还记得俺的生日，当然，这里不得不提到远在首都经受酒精考验的大鸟同志，是他在早晨7点钟公鸡都还在母鸡旁边寻找黎明前的黑暗的时候，发来了一条以“狗日的”三个字开头的生日祝福……多么的亲切，多么的乡土，多么的基层！谢谢你，愿你带领首都人民一同奔前程；随后发来信息的还有（记性不好，排名就不分先后了）：玄玄，百忙之中的他还有点心虚地问我，今天是你的生日吧？那祝你生日快乐；小猴子，在西昌的民工岁月已经养成他一有空就群发骚扰信息的好习惯，但总归其中一条信息提到了“祝生”两个字，欣慰矣；Wenny，虽然她没有发信息，也没有打电话，更没有写信寄礼物，但是我深信她在那边会对着海的方向说：（设计台词）唉呀，这批娃过生日连个电话都不打；Coco，仍然是个住在回忆和展望中的人，也许她的备忘录里只写得下那个人的生日时间，不过我还记得她送的蓝色传呼机链子，说实话我觉得太洋盘了都不敢用！

    我们家从来都没有庆生的习惯，不知道是因为都记不住自己的确切生日而不庆生，还是因为不庆生久了就忘记了自己的出生年月。佛说，生亦何哀，死亦何苦？佛啊，你真TM该去做黑格尔之流的导师。记不住生于何年，就不用去考虑会死于何年，啥都不用操心了，就算死了都有阎王替你安排，岂不乐哉？

    这次过生日收到了有史以来最为贵重的礼物——zippo打火机一只+玲珑小蛋糕一砣。那火机也算与我有缘，选它的人大佑并不知道我的别号绰号外号雅号型号QQ号座机号银行账号身份证号荣誉称号，但他偏偏选中了外壳上有一只鹿的，下面用看似法语的规则写着：“JOHN DEERE”，我靠，了解我的人都明白，这不是在挑逗我么？！可惜啊可惜，你只是一只打火机……嘿嘿，我只能把你包了又包裹了又裹的放到加了锁的抽屉里。

    生日这一天的精华都浓缩在了点蜡烛熄灯许愿吹蜡烛开灯流口水找刀刀切蛋糕的那一刻，尽管那一刻在物理世界里占去了近600秒的时间和8.4立方米的空间，但在人的一个自然衰老日里，它不过像是熄灭了一盏灯而已那么集中明确那么非连续。

    数数你的灯，还有多少可以熄？

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.

She said "Some days I feel like shit,
Some days I wanna quit, and just be normal for a bit,"
I don't understand why you have to always be gone,
I get along but the trips always feel so long,
And, I find myself trying to stay by the phone,
'Cause your voice always helps me to not feel so alone,
But I feel like an idiot, workin' my day around the call,
But when I pick up I don't have much to say,
So, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,
That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',
Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,
Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"

I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone,
Please come back home...

You know the place where you used to live,
Used to barbeque up burgers and ribs,
Used to have a little party every Halloween with candy by the pile,
But now, you only stop by every once in a while,
Shit, I find myself just fillin' my time,
With anything to keep the thought of you from my mind,
I'm doin' fine, I plan to keep it that way,
You can call me if you find you have somethin' to say,
And I'll tell you, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,
That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',
Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,
Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"

I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone,
Please come back home...

I want you to know it's a little fucked up,
That I'm stuck here waitin', no longer debatin',
Tired of sittin' and hatin' and makin' these excuses,
For why you're not around, and feeling so useless,
It seems one thing has been true all along,
You don't really know what you got 'til it's gone,
I guess I've had it with you and your career,
When you come back I won't be here and you can sing it...

Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone,
Please come back home...
Please come back home...
Please come back home...
Please come back home...
Please come back home...