Sofia de Medeiros-Shadows Of The Man He Used To Be文本歌词
Ani DiFranco - ParametersThirty-three years go by
And not once do you come home
To find a man sitting in your bedroom
That is
A man you don't know
Who came a long way to deliver one very specific message:
Lock your back door, you idiot
However invincible you imagine yourself to be
You are wrong
Thirty-three years go by
And you loosen the momentum of teenage nightmares
Your breasts hang like a woman's
And you don't jump at shadows anymore
Instead you may simply pause to admire
Those that move with the grace of trees
Dancing past streetlights
And you walk through your house without turning on lamps
Sure of the angle from door to table
From table to staircase
Sure of the number of steps
Seven to the landing
Two to turn right
Then seven more
Sure you will stroll serenely on the moving walkway of memory
Across your bedroom
Sofia de Medeiros-Shadows Of The Man He Used To BeLRC歌词
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[00:00.00]Ani DiFranco - Parameters
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[00:19.12]Thirty-three years go by
[00:20.42]And not once do you come home
[00:21.45]To find a man sitting in your bedroom
[00:24.78]That is
[00:25.53]A man you don't know
[00:26.72]Who came a long way to deliver one very specific message:
[00:31.94]Lock your back door, you idiot
[00:34.17]However invincible you imagine yourself to be
[00:36.86]You are wrong
[00:37.85]
[00:48.41]Thirty-three years go by
[00:49.83]And you loosen the momentum of teenage nightmares
[00:53.20]Your breasts hang like a woman's
[00:55.28]And you don't jump at shadows anymore
[00:58.33]Instead you may simply pause to admire
[01:00.53]Those that move with the grace of trees
[01:02.76]Dancing past streetlights
[01:06.21]And you walk through your house without turning on lamps
[01:09.18]Sure of the angle from door to table
[01:11.35]From table to staircase
[01:13.32]Sure of the number of steps
[01:15.02]Seven to the landing
[01:16.16]Two to turn right
[01:17.79]Then seven more
[01:19.34]Sure you will stroll serenely on the moving walkway of memory
[01:23.71]Across your bedroom
[01:24.70]And collapse with a sigh onto your bed
[01:27.65]Shoes falling
[01:28.82]Thunk thunk
[01:29.89]Onto the floor
[01:30.94]And there will be no strange man
[01:32.85]Suddenly all that time sitting there
[01:35.37]Sitting there on what must be the prize chair
[01:38.04]In your collection of uncomfortable chairs
[01:40.69]With a wild look in his eyes
[01:42.31]And hands that you cannot see
[01:43.83]Holding what?
[01:44.68]You do not know
[01:45.77]
[01:51.77]So sure are you of the endless drumming rhythm of your isolation
[01:56.29]That you are painfully slow to adjust
[02:00.33]If only because
[02:01.73]Yours is not that genre of story
[02:05.39]Still and again, life cannot muster the stuff of movies
[02:09.25]No bullets shattering glass
[02:11.31]Instead fear sits patiently
[02:14.02]Fear almost smiles when you finally see him
[02:16.59]Though you have kept him waiting for thirty-three years
[02:19.39]And now he has let himself in
[02:21.11]And he has brought you fistfuls of teenage nightmares
[02:24.02]Though you think you see, in your naivete
[02:26.48]That he is empty handed
[02:27.69]And this brings you great relief
[02:30.15]At the time
[02:31.39]
[02:35.82]New as you are, really, to the idea that
[02:38.78]Even after you've long since gotten used to the parameters
[02:41.76]They can all change
[02:43.52]While you're out one night having a drink with a friend
[02:45.83]Some big hand may be turning a big dial
[02:48.79]Switching channels on your dreams
[02:50.59]Until you find yourself lost in them
[02:53.10]And watching your daily life with the sound off
[02:58.71]And of course having cautiously turned down
[03:01.24]the flame under your eyes
[03:03.28]There are more shadows around everything
[03:05.71]Your vision a dim flashlight
[03:07.30]that you have to shake all the way to the outhouse
[03:10.51]Your solitude elevating itself like the spirit of the dead
[03:14.32]Presiding over your supposed repose
[03:17.49]Not really sleep at all
[03:19.45]Just a sleeping position and a series of suspicious sounds
[03:23.55]A clanking pipe
[03:24.92]A creaking branch
[03:25.95]The footfalls of a cat
[03:28.49]
[03:37.58]All of this and maybe
[03:39.56]The swish of the soft leather of your intruder's coat
[03:43.22]As you walk him step by step back to the door
[03:46.53]Having talked him down off the ledge of a very bad idea
[03:50.70]Soft leather, big feet, almond eyes
[03:53.77]The kinds of details the police officer would ask for later
[03:56.95]With his clipboard
[03:58.38]And his pistol
[03:59.77]In your hallway
[04:01.18]
[04:29.05]
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[05:54.37]END
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