"what did you want to be?......"
Why do guys like you and I know what a duvet is? Is this essential to our survival in the hunter-gatherer sense of the world? No. What are we, then? We’re consumers. We are by-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty…these things don’t concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy’s name on my underwear. Rogaine, viagra, olestra.
我们一定要知道鸭绒垫子吗？我们一定要字字斟酌吗？不。那你和我算什么？我们是消费者，我们满脑子想的都是物质。我不关心凶杀案和贫穷问题，我只关心名人杂志，500个频道的电视，我内裤上印着谁的名字。生发剂，威尔钢，减肥药。
Fuck Martha Stewart. Martha’s polishing the brass on the Titanic. It’s all going down, man. So fuck off with your sofa units and strinne green stripe patterns. I say, never be complete. I say, stop being perfect. I say, let’s evolve. Let the chips fall where they may.
去她的玛莎，玛莎所造就的世界慢慢沉沦。去你的沙发和绿条纹沙发布。不要让自己什么都有，不要做完美的人，我们要进化，水来土掩。
Advertising has its taste in cars and clothes. Working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history. No purpose or place. We have no great war, no great depression. Our great war’s a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars. But we won’t. We’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.
广告诱惑我们买车子，衣服，于是拼命工作买不需要的东西，我们是被历史遗忘的一代，没有目的，没有地位，没有世界大战，没有经济大恐慌，我们的大战只是心灵之战，我们的恐慌只是我们的生活。我们从小看电视，相信有一天会成为富翁，明星或摇滚巨星，但是，我们不会。那是我们逐渐面对着的现实，所以我们非常愤怒。
You’re not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis. You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
工作不能代表你，银行存款并不能代表你，你开的车也不能代表你，皮夹里的东西不能代表你，衣服也不能代表你，你只是平凡众生中的其中一个.
You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. We are all part of the same compost heap.
你不是什么特别的人物，你不是美丽的、独一无二的雪花，你跟其他生物是同样的有机物。我们只是来这世界走一遭罢了，跟其他生物没什么两样。
In your world I see, you’re stalking elk through the damp canyon forest, around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You’ll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You’ll climb the vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you’ll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty carpool lane of some abandoned superhighway.
在你的世界里，你不自觉的被限制住。你的衣着为外界所定型，为了生存遗忘本身的才能。应该往下看看密密麻麻的小生物，高速公路上只是空荡荡的。
我们一定要知道鸭绒垫子吗？我们一定要字字斟酌吗？不。那你和我算什么？我们是消费者，我们满脑子想的都是物质。我不关心凶杀案和贫穷问题，我只关心名人杂志，500个频道的电视，我内裤上印着谁的名字。生发剂，威尔钢，减肥药。
Fuck Martha Stewart. Martha’s polishing the brass on the Titanic. It’s all going down, man. So fuck off with your sofa units and strinne green stripe patterns. I say, never be complete. I say, stop being perfect. I say, let’s evolve. Let the chips fall where they may.
去她的玛莎，玛莎所造就的世界慢慢沉沦。去你的沙发和绿条纹沙发布。不要让自己什么都有，不要做完美的人，我们要进化，水来土掩。
Advertising has its taste in cars and clothes. Working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history. No purpose or place. We have no great war, no great depression. Our great war’s a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars. But we won’t. We’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.
广告诱惑我们买车子，衣服，于是拼命工作买不需要的东西，我们是被历史遗忘的一代，没有目的，没有地位，没有世界大战，没有经济大恐慌，我们的大战只是心灵之战，我们的恐慌只是我们的生活。我们从小看电视，相信有一天会成为富翁，明星或摇滚巨星，但是，我们不会。那是我们逐渐面对着的现实，所以我们非常愤怒。
You’re not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis. You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
工作不能代表你，银行存款并不能代表你，你开的车也不能代表你，皮夹里的东西不能代表你，衣服也不能代表你，你只是平凡众生中的其中一个.
You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. We are all part of the same compost heap.
你不是什么特别的人物，你不是美丽的、独一无二的雪花，你跟其他生物是同样的有机物。我们只是来这世界走一遭罢了，跟其他生物没什么两样。
In your world I see, you’re stalking elk through the damp canyon forest, around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You’ll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You’ll climb the vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you’ll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty carpool lane of some abandoned superhighway.
在你的世界里，你不自觉的被限制住。你的衣着为外界所定型，为了生存遗忘本身的才能。应该往下看看密密麻麻的小生物，高速公路上只是空荡荡的。
