假装的

We hung about the stadium, we've got no place to stay We hung about the tenderloin and tenderly you tell About the saddest book you ever read that always makes you cry The statue's crying too and well he may I love you I've a drowning grip on your adoring face I love you my responsibility has found a place Beside you and strong warnings in the guise of gentle words Come wave upon me from the family wider net absurd "You'll take care of her, I know it, you will do a better job" Maybe, but not what she deserves Elope with me Miss Private and we'll drink ourselves awake We'll taste the coffee houses and award certificates A privy seal to keep the feel of 1960 style We'll comment on the decor and we'll help the passer by And at dusk when work is over we'll continue the debate In a borrowed bedroom virginal and spare The catcher hits for .318 and catches every day The pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor He knows the drink affects his speed he's praying for a doorway Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench Life outside the diamond is a wrench I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend I know it wouldn't come to love, my heroine pretend A lady stepping from the songs we love until this day You'd settle for an epitaph like "Walk Away, Renee" The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like a flower Meet you at the statue in an hour Meet you at the statue in an hour

我们红约大球场，我们已经准备好没有住宿地点我们红关于tenderloin和温柔，你告诉关于最悲惨的书，你读总是让你哭雕像的哭声太以及他可能我爱你我已经一溺水掌握在您的崇拜面对我爱你，我有责任找到一个地方旁边的你和强烈的警告，假借温柔的话来波后，把我从更广泛的家庭净荒谬"你可以照顾她，我知道它，你会做的更好"也许，但不是什么值得她 elope与我错过私人，我们会喝自己清醒我们将品尝到咖啡的房屋和颁授证书 1枢密院密封，以保持觉得1960年的作风我们会发表评论装潢和我们将帮助途由和黄昏时的工作是超过我们将继续辩论在借来的卧室处女和备件捕手安打为0.318和捕捞的渔获，每一天投手把宗教首先在于对假期他进入大教堂和谎言前列腺在地板上他知道酒后影响他的速度，他的祈祷一大门口回到生活，他希望和认罪的板凳生活以外的钻石是一个扳手我希望你在这里跟我通过平淡的周末我知道它不会来的爱，我的女主人公假装一位加强从我们热爱的歌曲，直到这一天您想要解决为墓志铭一样，"走开，蕾妮"太阳后，屋顶在冬季将以此为你喜欢的花满足你的雕像在一个小时满足你的雕像在一个小时

And they say there is no fate, but there is, it's what you create. And even though the world goes on for eons and eons you are only here for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born. But while alive, you wait in vain wasting years for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right. And it never comes, or it seems to, but it doesn't really. So you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope that something good will come along. Something to make you feel connected. Something to make you feel whole. Something to make you feel loved. And the truth is I feel so angry. And the truth is I feel so fucking sad. And the truth is, I've felt so fucking hurt for so fucking long. And for just as long, I've been pretending I'm okay, just to get along, just for…I don't know why.

大家都说没有所谓的命运，有的只是你所创造的东西，即使世界年复一年的转动，你也只是这一秒钟里极小的一块碎片，你们大部分的时间都留在生后或者生前，但当你们活着的时候，你只是徒劳的等着，浪费几十年去等来自某个人或某件事的一个电话、一封信或一次见面来使自己心安，但那从来都不会或者似乎要发生，但那真的不会发生，所以你再次花时间去茫然的后悔或茫然的希望接下来会遇上好事情，让你感到自己不是与世隔绝的，让你感到自己的存在，让你感到自己是被爱的，而事实是我很生气，而事实是我很伤心，而事实是我觉得我被伤害了很多年了，而同时我还一直假装我自己没事，去适应，去。。。

The people and objects floating through Gao Bo's works are without roots - perhaps they come from a momentary memory or a spark of interest. Looking at Gao Bo's works brings pictorial information stored deep in the mind to light, yet within a second these mind-images fade again, leaving behind a memory of all the images that lie underneath Gao Bo's warm and languid sketching. In Gao Bo's consciousness, these images don't stop at realism or simply exposit like some historical legend - in the end they reach towards the fringes of nothingness.These images can call up rich associations in our minds yet often these are false associations. For example, in "Gray Face" this is not the mystical dog of the god Erlang in Journey to the West; the rickety bridge in "River Bed" is certainly not a reference to a rainbow in Heaven; the story of "Contest" is not about two dogs running and pretending to be in love but a story of race dogs controlled by humans.

散漫在高波作品中的人与物没有根源，也许它们是源于个人瞬间的兴趣和记忆，有关知识的、情感的和在脑子里存储的图象信息随之而来，也可以随之而去，只是在温和缓慢的描绘背后还有一丝对所有形象匆匆停留过后的怀念，它们在高波的意识之中并不是一次停留于现实或者历史神话般司空见惯的陈述，它们的结果最终都是通向虚无的边缘，尽管那些形象似乎可以唤起我们丰富的联想，比如《灰色的脸》，它绝不是西游记中二郎神的天犬，在《河床》中不牢靠的拱桥，肯定不是寓指天堂里的彩虹，《竞赛》讲述的故事并不是两只在假装为爱情奔跑的狗，而是被人为所驱使的赛狗。

Michael was killed by neglection of the staff who was there and didn't move a single finger to stop all of this garbage, by his family who didn't care of him enough nor wondering to see his real conditions as Liz Taylor did in 1993, by the silent people who witnessed all of this and pretended he was a robot and an ATM machine, by criminal doctors who plagiarized him, telling him that Propofol was the only means of fighting insomnia, instead of treating him seriously with other normal drugs as millions of people in the world are treated!

迈克尔是被在场的工作人员的疏忽杀死的，他们没有做出一点行动来阻止所有那些混账事情；是被他的家人杀死的，他们既没有给与他足够的关心，也没有像 1993年Liz Taylor那样去关心他真正的状况：是被周围的人的漠视杀死的，他们目睹了所有那一切，却假装他是个机器人以及一个自动提款机；是被那些有罪的医生杀死的，他们压榨他，告诉他异丙酚是唯一可以对抗失眠的良药，而不是用其他正常的药物认真治疗他（就像世界上成千上万人被治疗的那样！

From Jim's initial burst of patriotic enthusiasm, through stages of blinding terror and sickness, he trudges on for years in a world "no one would believe." These anecdotes of continuous chaos, blood, and waste serve as a serious reminder of the nature of battle before technology allowed us to pretend that the process of killing could be precise and objective.

从爱国的狂热吉姆的起始破裂，经过使人眩目的恐怖和疾病的阶段，他在一个世界中在好几年沉重地走&没有人会相信&在技术允许了我们假装之前，连续的大混乱，血和废物的这些轶事视为战争的性质一个严重的提醒人谋杀的程序可能是精确的和客观的。。

These, under colour of a right of patronage which they pretend to hold in ecclesiastical benefices, without the support of any apostolic privileges, or of collations or letters from the ordinaries, or even of any pretence of a title, presume to confer benefices not only on clerics but also on layfolk; to punish at their own whim priests and clerics who are at fault; to remove, purloin and usurp in an arbitrary way, either directly or by ordering others, the tithes of everything on which they are obliged by law to pay, as well as tithes belonging to cathedrals, and other things which pertain to diocesan law and jurisdiction and are the exclusive concern of bishops; to forbid such tithes and any fruits to be taken out of their cities, lands and territories; to seize and unjustly hold fiefs, possessions and lands; to induce and compel, by threats, terror and other indirect means, the granting to them of fiefs and goods of churches and the conferring of ecclesiastical benefices on persons nominated by them; and not only to permit but even expressly to command very many other losses, damages and injuries to be inflicted on the aforesaid clerics and churches and their prelates .

这些，根据肤色的赞助权，他们假装在教会举行benefices ，不支持任何使徒特权，或排序或来信普通，甚至任何藉口标题，擅自不仅赋予benefices对神职人员，而且layfolk ；来惩罚自己心血来潮神父和神职人员谁是罪魁祸首；删除，窃和篡夺任意方式，直接或通过命令他人的什一税的一切，他们都必须受到法律支付的金额，以及什一税属於教堂，和其他的东西涉及到拔萃的法律和管辖权，并独家关注主教；禁止任何此类什一税和将要采取的水果离开自己的城市，土地和领土；抓住和不公正举行领地，财产和土地；诱导和强迫，威胁，恐怖和其他间接方式，给予他们的领地和货物的教堂和赋予教会benefices关於他们提名的人选；不仅允许但是，即使明确指挥很多其他损失，损害和伤害是对上述神职人员和教堂，他们的主教。

I've never had a dream come true Till the day that I found you Even though I pretend that I've moved on You'll always be my baby I never found the words to say You're the one I think about each day And I know no matter where life takes me to A part of me will always be with you * Somewhere in my memory I've lost all sense of time And so my road can never because yesterday is all that fills my mind There's no use looking back or wondering How it should be now or might have been Oh this I know but still I can't find ways to let you go You'll always be the dream that dills my head Yes you will, say you will, you know you will Oh baby, you'll always be the one I know I'll never forget There's no use looking back or wondering Because love is a strange and funny thing No matter how I try and try I just can't say goodbye No no no no

从未有过梦想成真的感觉直到我那天发现了你虽然，我假装毫不在乎朝前走你却永远是我的最爱我的心里话无法用语言表达你是我朝思暮想的人我知道无论爱把我带到何方我的一部份永远与你同在在我记忆的某个地方时间已不复存在似乎永远没有了明天因为昨天占据了我全部的思想回头何用，假设何用假设终究只是一场空这些，我全明白，但我无法和你分开你永远是我心中全部的梦想是的，你就是，说吧你就是，你知道你就是，噢宝贝我知道你是我永远不会忘记的恋人回头或是假设都无用因为爱是一件奇怪而有趣的东西无论我如何努力又努力我就是无法说分离，不，不，不，不 http：//www.ben4.com/html/3/200510/30/343.html

I'm missing you Girl even though you're right here by my side Cause lately it seems The distance between us is growing too wide I'm so afraid that you're saying it's over The last thing that I wanna hear If your heart's not in it for real Please don''t try to fake what you don't feel If love's already gone It's not fair to lead me on Cause I would give the whole world for you Anything you ask of me I'd do But I won't ask you to stay I'd rather walk away If your heart's not in it You say that you love me But baby sometimes, you're just saying the words If you've got something to tell me Don't keep it inside Let it be heard I'm so afraid that you're saying it's over Girl I'll make it easy for you How I wish I could take us in time But it's gone too far now we can't rewind And there's nothing that I can do To stop me loding you I can't make you change your mind If your heart's not in it...

我想念你女孩即使你就在我身旁因为最近我们之间的距离似乎已经越来越远我好害怕你会说我们的爱已经结束这是我最不愿听到的一句话但如果你的心确实已不在请别假装你还感觉得到如果爱已远离我将无以为继因为我愿意为你献上全世界你所说的一切我将言听计从但我不会要求你留下我情愿独自离开如果你的心已经不在你说你爱我但宝贝有时候你并不是真心的如果你有话想对我说别藏在心里请让我听见我好害怕你会说我们的爱已经结束女孩，我们将坏事情变得容易多么希望我俩能及时回顾（而我对挽留你却无能为力）我无法改变你的心意

XV. In the Camp , on the other hand , the soldiers replied to the entreaties of the prefect that they would spare Elagabalus' life on the condition that he would send away all his filthy creatures , his chariot-drivers , and his actors , and return to a decent mode of living , dismissing particularly those who , to the general sorrow , possessed the greatest influence over him and sold all his decisions , actual or pretended.

XV。在露营，另一方面，士兵答复他们长官的恳求说，他们将饶恕埃拉伽巴卢斯的性命，如果他赶走他所有的污秽的伙伴，他的御者和演员，特别是遣散那些假装忧伤和忘我地为他服务却出售他所有的决定的人，回到一种得体的生活上来。

Two years before the French revolution of 1848, the French printer, politician, writer, anarchist and son of a barrel maker, Pierre-Joseph Proudhon, wrote a letter to Marx:"let us not set ourselves up as the leaders of a new intolerance, let us not pose as the apostles of a new religion even though this religion be the religion of logic itself. Let us welcome, let us encourage all the protests, let us condemn all the exclusions, all the mysticism; let us never regard a question closed, and even after we have exhausted our last argument, let us begin again, if necessary, with eloquence and irony."

法国二月革命前两年，法国印刷工人，政治家，作家，无政府主义者，木桶工的儿子，蒲鲁东，写了一封信给马克思：&让我们不要选一个不允许异议的领导人，让我们不要假装成新的信仰的教徒，虽然这个信仰正在成为自身逻辑的信仰，让我们欢迎，让我们鼓励所有的抗议活动，让我们谴责所有的分裂，所有的神秘主义；让我们永远不要质疑，即使我们用尽了所有的论据，让我们再次开始，如果必要，运用口才和讽刺吧。&

With Death guitarist Schuldiner adopting vocal duties, the band made a major impact on the scene.

随着死亡的吉他手Schuldiner接受主唱的职务，乐队在现实中树立了重要的影响。

But he could still end up breakfasting on Swiss-government issue muesli because all six are accused of nicking around 45 million pounds they should have paid to FIFA.

不过他最后仍有可能沦为瑞士政府&议事餐桌&上的一道早餐，因为这所有六个人都被指控把本应支付给国际足联的大约4500万英镑骗了个精光。