<mambo no.5>   original edition by Lou Bega
a little bit of Monica in my life
a little bit of Erica by my side
a little bit of Rita is all I need
a little bit of Tina is what I see
a little bit of Sandra in the sun
a little bit of Mary all night long
a little bit of Jessica here I am
a little bit of you makes me your man

 

2nd edition quote from fd  bbs by cerebrum
A little bit of Money in my life;  A little bit of Doggie by my side
A little bit of Fun is all I need;   A little bit of F1 is what I see
A little bit of UFO in the sun;    A little bit of Sex all night long
A little bit of BBS here I am;     A little bit of you makes me your man

 

3rd edition by Violet Lu
A little bit of memory in my life;  A little bit of Jazz by my side
A little bit of dessert is all I need; A little bit of perfume is what I lavish
A little bit of violet in the sun;      A little bit of balderdash all night long
A little bit of hangover here I am; A little bit of you makes me feel somber

 

waiting 4 urs ...
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一见钟情的裙子
那种纯白的棉麻质地
让我想起年少时读过的《情人》
湄公河的渡轮上美丽的法国少女

 

还有我喜爱的Tous
无法抗拒可爱的事物
可爱如斯
于是彻底无视岁月的车轮

 

一个秋日的午后，
感谢冥冥之中我与她和她的邂逅

 

 

 

 

     by Tim Burton
　　
　　Vincent Malloy is seven years old
　　He’s always polite and does what he’s told
　　For a boy his age, he’s considerate and nice
　　But he wants to be just like Vincent Price
　　
　　He doesn’t mind living with his sister, dog and cats
　　Though he’d rather share a home with spiders and bats
　　There he could reflect on the horrors he’s invented
　　And wander dark hallways, alone and tormented
　　
　　Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him
　　But imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum
　　
　　He likes to experiment on his dog Abercrombie
　　In the hopes of creating a horrible zombie
　　So he and his horrible zombie dog
　　Could go searching for victims in the London fog
　　
　　His thoughts, though, aren’t only of ghoulish crimes
　　He likes to paint and read to pass some of the times
　　While other kids read books like Go, Jane, Go!
　　Vincent’s favourite author is Edgar Allen Poe
　　
　　One night, while reading a gruesome tale
　　He read a passage that made him turn pale
　　
　　Such horrible news he could not survive
　　For his beautiful wife had been buried alive!
　　He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead
　　Unaware that her grave was his mother’s flower bed
　　
　　His mother sent Vincent off to his room
　　He knew he’d been banished to the tower of doom
　　Where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life
　　Alone with the portrait of his beautiful wife
　　
　　While alone and insane encased in his tomb
　　Vincent’s mother burst suddenly into the room
　　She said: “If you want to, you can go out and play
　　It’s sunny outside, and a beautiful day”
　　
　　Vincent tried to talk, but he just couldn’t speak
　　The years of isolation had made him quite weak
　　So he took out some ***** and scrawled with a pen:
　　“I am possessed by this house, and can never leave it again”
　　His mother said: “You’re not possessed, and you’re not almost dead
　　These games that you play are all in your head
　　You’re not Vincent Price, you’re Vincent Malloy
　　You’re not tormented or insane, you’re just a young boy
　　You’re seven years old and you are my son
　　I want you to get outside and have some real fun.”
　　
　　Her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall
　　And while Vincent backed slowly against the wall
　　The room started to swell, to shiver and creak
　　His horrid insanity had reached its peak
　　
　　He saw Abercrombie, his zombie slave
　　And heard his wife call from beyond the grave
　　She spoke from her coffin and made ghoulish demands
　　While, through cracking walls, reached skeleton hands
　　
　　Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams
　　Swept his mad laughter to terrified screams!
　　To escape the madness, he reached for the door
　　But fell limp and lifeless down on the floor
　　
　　His voice was soft and very slow
　　As he quoted The Raven from Edgar Allen Poe:
　　
　　“and my soul from out that shadow
　　that lies floating on the floor
　　shall be lifted?
　　Nevermore…”

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      Vincent总是那些有着艺术气质的眼神忧郁的男孩,

      是的,我更愿意称呼他们为男孩

      我是以一种看温暖童话故事的心情看完这首诗的.