愛情已死

早兩天從收音機聽到前 Suede 的主音 Brett Anderson 的新歌 Love Is Dead ，被那像刀割的大提琴和小提琴聲深深的吸引着。當然，Brett Anderson 的歌聲仍是那麼淒美動人，像鬼魅般抽動着你每一條神經。

Nothing ever goes right
Nothing really flows in my life
No one really cares if no one ever shares my bed
People push by with fear in their eyes in my life
Love is dead, love is dead

The telephone rings
But no one ever thinks to speak to me
The traffic speeds by
But no one's ever stopped here yet
Intelligent friends don't care in the end
Believe me
Love is dead, love is dead

And plastic people wear imaginary smiles
Exchanging secrets at the back of their minds
Plastic people, plastic people

Nothing ever goes right
Nothing really flows in my life
No one really cares
If there's horrors inside my head
People push by with fear in their eyes in my life
Love is dead, love is dead......

......and all the lies that you've given us
and all the things that you said
and all the lies that you've given us
blow like wind in my head......

Love Is Dead 跟 Suede 當年的作品很相似，整首歌詞充滿着傷感和無奈。Brett Anderson 一而再再而三高呼着“愛情已死”，彷彿一切了無生氣，生命也快要完結似的。

有時候，當你感到無助，孤立無援，不妨聽一些傷感的歌，讓自己暫時沉溺在悲傷之中，好好自我虐待一番。歌完了，回到現實世界，你會慶幸自己的景況也不是差到哪裏去。這方法，說不定比美食治療更見功效。

多謝 Brett Anderson ，下次遇上不開心的時候，我又有多一個選擇。