“在Santa Monica, 在那寒冷的冬季,
慵懶的街道顯得如此從容,
我舉步走進人群。
在Santa Monica,在散步的路上,
甚至在最寒冷的地方你也可以買到一杯咖啡,
此時你身邊的人群穿得光鮮亮麗,
當你每一次轉身,
都會發現無論何地都是如此相似。
我坐下,我思考,我為什麼在這裡?
然而在電話裡我可以裝扮成任何人,
裝扮任何我想裝扮的人,
我可以是一個超級名模,也可以是一個普通的諾曼第郵差,
而你能察覺到,其中的不同嗎?
你能嗎?
在Santa Monica,
每一個人都要給自己取一個時髦的名字,
“Jake” 或者“Mandy”等等,諸如此類,
就連他們的身體也是如此時髦。
在Santa Monica, 在那林蔭大道,
你躲閃著身邊的溜冰者,
以免自己被撞翻在地。
我從未感到如此的孤獨,
從未感到如此迷茫。
我從未有過如此的感覺。
然而在電話裡我可以裝扮成任何人,
裝扮任何我想裝扮的人,
我可以是一個超級名模,也可以是一個普通的諾曼第郵差,
而你能察覺到其中的不同嗎?
在電話裡我可以是任何身高,
任何年紀,只要我想,
我可以是一個身披鬥篷的十字軍戰士,亦或是一個外太空的入侵者。
而你能察覺到其中的不同嗎?
你能嗎?
你能嗎?
然而在電話裡我可以裝扮成任何人,
裝扮任何我想裝扮的人,
我可以是一個超級名模,也可以是一個普通的諾曼第郵差,
而你能察覺到其中的不同嗎?
在電話裡我可以是任何身高,
任何年紀,只要我想,
我可以是一個身披鬥篷的十字軍戰士,亦或是一個外太空的入侵者。
而你能察覺到其中的不同嗎?
你能嗎?
| In Santa Monica, in the wintertime,
The lazy streets so undemanding
I walk into the crowd
In Santa Monica, you get your coffee from
The coolest places on the promenade
Where people dress just so
Beauty so unavoidable
everywhere you turn It's there.
I sit and wonder what am I doing here?
But on the telephone line I am anyone
I am anything I want to be.
I could be a super model or Norman Mailer
And you wouldn't know the difference
Or would you?
In Santa Monica,
all the people got modern names
Like Jake or Mandy
And modern bodies too
In Santa Monica, on the boulevard,
You'll have to dodge those in-line skaters
Or they'll knock you down
I never felt so lonely,
Never felt so out of place
I never wanted something more than this
But on the telephone line I am anyone
I am anything I want to be
I could be a super model or Norman Mailer
And you wouldn't know the difference
On the telephone line, I am any height
I am any age I want to be
I could be a caped crusader, or space invader
And you wouldn't know the difference
Or would you?
Or would you?
But on the telephone line I am anyone
I am anything I want to be
I could be a super model or Norman Mailer
And you wouldn't know the difference
On the telephone line, I am any height
I am any age I want to be
I could be a caped crusader, or space invader
And you wouldn't know the difference
Or would you? |