The Gift的歌词

Waldo jeffers had reached his limit. it was now mid-august which meant that he had been separated from marsha for more than two months. two months, and all he had to show was three dog-eared let
And two very expensive long-distance phone calls. true, when school had ended and she'd returned to wisconsin, and he to locust, pennsylvania. she had sworn to maintain a certain fidelity, she w
Date occasionally, but merely as amusement. she would remain faithful.

But lately waldo had begun to worry. he had trouble sleeping at night and when he did, he had horrible dreams. he lay awake at night, tossing and turning underneath his pleated quilt protector,
Welling in his eyes. as he pictured marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor and the smooth soothing of some neanderthal, finally submitting to the final caresses of sexual oblivion. it was mo
An the human mind could bear.

Visions of marsha's faithlessness haunted him. daytime fantasies of sexual abandon permeated his thoughts. and the thing was they wouldn't understand how she really was. he, waldo, alone, unders
This. he had intuitively grasped every nook and cranny of her psyche. he had made her smile, and she needed him, and he wasn't there (aaahh..). the idea came to him on the thursday before the mu
Parade was scheduled to appear. he had just finished mowing and etching the edelsons lawn for a dollar fifty and had checked the mailbox to see if there was at least a word from marsha. there w
Thing more than a circular form the amalgamated aluminum company of america inquiring into his awing needs. at least they cared enough to write.

It was a new york company. you could go anywhere in the mail. then it struck him, he didn't have enough money to go to wisconsin in the accepted fashion, true, but why not mail himself? it was a
Ly simple. he would ship himself parcel post special delivery. the next day waldo went to the supermarket to purchase the necessary equipment. he bought masking tape, a staple gun and a medium s
Cardboard box, just right for a person of his built. he judged that with a minimum of jostling he could ride quite comfortably. a few airholes, some water, perhaps some midnight snacks and it wo
Robably be as good as going tourist.

By friday afternoon, waldo was set. he was packed and the post office had agreed to pick him up at three o'clock. he'd marked the package "fragile", and as he sat curled up inside, res
The foam rubber cushioning he'd thoughtfully included, he tried to picture the look of awe and happiness on marshas face as she opened the door, saw the package, tipped the deliverer, and then o
It to see her waldo finally there in person. she would kiss him, then, maybe they could see a movie. if he'd only thought of this before. suddenly rough hands gripped his package and he felt hi
Barne up. he landed with a thud in a truck and then he was off.

Marsha bronson had just finished setting her hair. it had been a very rough weekend. she had to remember not to drink like that. bill had been nice about it though. after it was over he'd said t
E still respected her and, after all, it was certainly the way of nature, and even though, no he didn't love her, he did feel an affection for her. and, after all, they were grown adults. oh, wh
Lly could teach waldo - but that seemed like years ago. sheila klein, her very, very best friend walked in through the porch screen door and into the kitchen. "oh, it's absolutely maudlin o
E." "ach, i know what you mean, i feel all icky!" marsha tightened her cotton robe with the silk outer edge. sheila ran her finger over some salt grains on the kitchen table, lick
R fingers and made a face. "i'm supposed to take these salt pills," but she wrinkled her nose, "they make me feel like throwing up." marsha started to pat herself under the c

An exercise she'd seen on television. "g-d, don't even talk about tha
T." she got up from the table and went to the sink where she picked up a bottle of pink and blue vitamins. "want one? supposed to be better than steak." and attempted to touch her
S. "i don't think i'll ever touch a daiquiri again." she gave up and sat down, this time nearer the table that supported the telephone. "maybe he'll call." she said to sheila
Ance. sheila nibbled on a cuticle. "after last night, i thought maybe you'd be through with him." "i know what you mean, my g-d, he was like an octopus. hands all over the place.&
She gestured, raising her arms upwards in defense. "the thing is after a while, you get tired of fighting with him, you know, and after all he didn't really do anything friday and saturday
Kind of owed it to him, you know what i mean." she started to scratch. sheila was giggling with her hand over her mouth. "i'll tell you, i feel the same way, and even after a while,&q
Here she bend forward in a whisper, "wanted to," and now she was laughing very loudly.

It was at this point that mr. jameison of the clarence darrow post office rang the door bell of the large colored stucco frame house. when marsha bronson opened the door, he helped her carry the
Age in. he had his yellow and green slips of paper signed and left with a fifteen cent tip that marsha had gotten out of her mothers small beige pocket book in the den. "what do you think i
" sheila asked. marsha stood with her arms folded behind her back. she stared at the brown cardboard carton that sat in the middle of the living room: "i don't know."

Inside the package waldo quivered with excitement as he listened to the muffled voices. sheila ran her fingernail over the masking tape that ran down the center of the carton. "why don't yo
K at the return address and see who it is from?" waldo felt his heart beating. he could feel the vibrating footsteps. it would be soon.

Marsha walked around the carton and read the ink-scratched label. "it's from waldo." "that schmuck!" said sheila. waldo trembled with expecta- tion. "you might as well o
T," said sheila. both of them tried to flip the stable flap. "ah," said marsha groaning. "he must have nailed it shut." they tagged at the flap again. "my god, you
A power drill to get this thing opened." they pulled again. "you can't get a grip!" they both stood still, breathing heavily. "why don't you get the scissors," said shei
Arsha ran into the kitchen, but all she could find was a little sewing scissors. then she remembered that her father kept a collection of tools in the basement. she ran downstairs and when she c
Ack, she had a large metal cutter in her hand. "this is the best i could find." she was out of breath. "here, you do it. i'm gonna die." she sank into a large fluffy couch an
Aled noisily. sheila tried to make a slit between the masking tape and the end of the cardboard, but the blade was too big and th
Ere was not enough room. "g-ddamn this thing!" she said feeling very exaspe- rated. then smiling "i got an idea." "what?" said marsha. "just watch," said
A touching her finger to her head.

Inside the package, waldo was transfixed with excitement that he could hardly breathe. his skin felt prickly from the heat and he could feel his heart beating in his throat. it would be soon. sh
Stood upright and walked around to the other side of the package. then she sank down to her knees, grasped the cutter by both hands, took a deep breath and plunged the long blade through the mid
F the package, through the middle of the masking tape, through the card- board through the cushioning and (thud) right through the center of waldo jeffers head, which split slightly and caused l
Rhythmic arcs of red to pulsate gently in the morning sun...

沃得．杰夫斯已经有些忍受不了了。现在是八月的中旬，这就意味着他和玛莎已经分开有两个多月的时间。这两个月里，只有三封已经皱了角的信和两通费用昂贵的长途电话。事实上，当学期结束的时候，她回到了威士康新，而他回了宾西法利亚洲的罗库斯特。她已经发誓，会对他保持某种程度上的忠诚，但也偶尔会和别的人约会，不过那仅仅是玩玩罢了；她会“诚实守信”的。

但是最近，沃得开始有些担心了。他每晚都很难入睡，即使睡着，也经常做些可怕的梦。夜里睡不着的时候，他就在被褥的保护下，辗转反侧，让眼泪肆意湿润他的眼睛。他在纸上画着玛莎，她的誓言总是这时，在酒精和烟雾缭绕之中，渐渐的消失，最后降服在爱抚之下。这远远超过了一个人所能够承受的！

玛莎不忠诚于他的这个念头总是萦绕在他的脑海中。白天里，放荡于性爱的幻想渗透进他的大脑。问题是，那些人是不可能了解真正的玛莎的。他，沃得，只有他，才能够了解她。他能够凭着直觉，就可以抓住玛莎感情中的每一个角落和缝隙。他能够让她微笑；而当她需要他的时候，却又发现他并不在身边。星期四，在预定的娱乐游行之前，一个想法在他的脑中浮现了。那时他刚刚将埃得尔森家的草坪修剪好，得到了一美元五十美分；然后打开了自己家的邮箱，希望能收到玛莎寄来的信，哪怕是只言片语。但是那里什么也没有，只有美国联合铝公司寄来的一份传单；但至少他们写的还是挺认真的。

这是一个位于纽约的公司。“你可以以邮递的方式到任何的地方！”沃得有些动心了。他没有足够的钱以一般的正常方式去威士康新，但是为什么不把他自己寄过去呢？这确实很荒谬！他可以把装着他自己的特殊的邮包寄给玛莎。第二天，沃得就去了超市，买了一些必需品：遮蔽胶带，一个钻孔枪(为了能随时能打个通风孔)，一个大号的硬纸板作的箱子(正好可以放得下他)。他想，除了有一些拥挤之外，一切似乎都挺不错的。几个通风孔，一些水，也许还要有些夜宵，这看起来和一次旅行也差不多……

星期五的下午，沃得把一切打点妥当了。邮递公司已经答应在三点钟来把他接走。他在箱子上写下了“易碎 小心轻放！”，然后蹲在了里面，靠在海绵垫子上。他想象着当玛莎打开门，看着这个大包裹，然后打开它，看到的就站在她眼前的沃得时,脸上的快乐的表情！她一定会亲吻他，或许他们还会一起去看场电影。这是他以前每一天所幻想着的！突然，他感到有人搬起了这个箱子，他被抬了起来，然后不久，“嘡”的一声又落在一辆卡车上——于是他上路了……

玛莎．布朗森刚刚梳理好了她的头发。这是一个很糟糕的周末。她不断的提醒自己不要喝酒太多。比尔是挺不错的，当一切都结束后，他对她说，他会仍然爱着她的——这应该算是一种自然的本性吧——而且，尽管他不会再爱她，可仍然会在心里存有一份爱意。况且，他们都已经不再是中学生了。哦，也许有一些是沃得应该向比尔“学学”的——不过，沃得似乎已经是很久以前的事了。赦莉尔．克雷恩，她的非常要好的朋友，从屏风后走了进来，坐在了厨房里。

“哦，外面多么的令人伤感呀！”

“我知道你想说些什么，我也有一些伤感。”玛莎说着，束紧了她的长裙。赦莉尔把她的手指放在桌上的盐勺上，舔了舔，又做了个鬼脸。“我应该多吃一些盐的”，她说着，皱了一下鼻子，“可是那总是让我觉得想要呕吐。”玛莎开始在她的下巴上轻轻的拍打着——一种从电视上学来的健身方法。“天啦，别再说这些事。”说着，她从桌旁站起来，走到一个橱柜旁，拿起了装着橙色和蓝色的维他命药丸的小瓶子。

“想要一些吗？这可比牛排好得多！……我想，我以后再也不会碰任何的酒了。”她又走回到桌旁，不过这回坐在靠近电话的一边。“也许，他会打电话过来的！“她对赦莉尔说道。而赦莉尔正在傻傻的咬着自己的手指：“经过昨天晚上，我原以为你也许会开始厌烦他的。”

“我明白你的意思，天啦，他就像是一条章鱼，到处都是他的手。”玛莎做着手势，就像是在空中挡着什么似的，“问题是，不久你就会没有心思再和他闹下去。你知道吗？到了星期五和星期六，他和我不一样，他根本就不想再做些什么。”

赦莉尔用手挡着嘴，小声的笑着，“我告诉你吧，我也是这样想的，而且不久……，”赦莉尔突然小声的说，“我也想要……”这时，她开始大声的笑起来！

正在这个时候，一个快递公司的邮递员按响了这座外面墙壁涂上颜色的大房子。玛莎打开了房门，和邮递员一起把包裹抬到了屋里。签过名字，向邮递员道了一声谢，就轻轻的把房门关上了。

“你猜这里面是什么？”赦莉尔问道。

玛莎把手背在后面，站在箱子旁，盯着这个棕色的，放在客厅正中央的大包裹。“我不知道……”

箱子里，沃得颤抖着，兴奋的听着传进来的低低的声音。赦莉尔的指甲划过了贴在箱子上的胶带。

“为什么不看看是谁寄来的呢？”

沃得听到了他自己的心跳声。他感受到了那震动着的脚步。就快了……

玛莎围着箱子走了一圈，找到了贴在上面的标记。“这是沃得寄来的。”

“那个白痴！”，赦莉尔说道，“不管怎样，你就把它打开吧。”

她们两人试着翻动箱子的一边。

“天啦，你应该拿一个钻孔机过来的。根本没法打开！”

她们又试了试。

“不行！”她们都开始喘气了。

“为什么不拿一把剪子过来？”赦莉尔说道。

玛莎跑到厨房，但只能找到一把很小的剪刀。这时她想起来，他的父亲在地下室里收藏有许多的工具。她急忙跑下楼梯，当她又回来的时候，手里拿着一把很大的金属插嘴。

“这是我所能找到的最好的！”她已经有些喘不过气了，“你来吧，我没力气了。”说着倒向一边的沙发上。

赦莉尔试着在箱子后面开个口子，或是划开胶带。但是刀刃实在是太大，没有足够的地方。

“真他妈的！”她不耐烦的说着。

忽然她的脸上又露出了笑容。“我有了一个好主意！”

“是什么？”玛莎问道。

“你就看着吧！”赦莉尔的手指指着自己的脑袋说。

在箱子里，沃得一动不动，兴奋的感觉让他无法再呼吸！他的皮肤因为灼热而感到刺痛，他的心脏在猛烈的跳动着！就快了！

赦莉尔走到箱子的另一边，弯下腰，双手握紧插嘴，深深的吸了一口气，高高的将它举起，从箱子的正中央，从胶带的正中央，从箱子里的海绵垫子的正中央，从沃得．杰夫斯脑袋的正中央——迅速的切下，发出沉闷的一声，一道血红色的弧线划过——就像是在早晨，平静的大海上出现的第一道曙光！