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And even if we drink
I don't think we would kiss in the way that we did
When the woman
Was only a girl
Last Dance, The Cure

Ti Sento...

i'll suck my tongue
as a remembrance of you
"possibly maybe"... probably love...

"I love pop music to death..... Most great composers rely on folk music. I rely on pop music. <...cut...>
You make your little pond but if your pond isn't connected to the river, which isn't connected to an ocean, it's just going to dry up. It's just a little piss pool. I've lived too long to be happy in a pond."
Robert Wyatt for Wired

Squeeze me baby, till the juice runs down my leg.
Lemon Song, Led Zeppelin

Lap me up
(Why don't you come on and) Lap me up
Walking on the beaches
looking at the peaches
Peaches, The Stranglers

Wyprowadzam się na górę
w piórnikowym garniturze
Wieje, Lech Janerka

The brim of my hat
hides the eye of a beast
I've the face of a sinner
but the hands of a priest
Moon over Bourbon Street, Sting

Everybody knows that you love me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that youve been faithful
Ah give or take a night or two
Everybody knows youve been discreet
But there were so many people you just had to meet
Without your clothes
And everybody knows
Everybody knows, Leonard Cohen

And then your wife seems to think youre part of the Furniture
oh, its peculiar,
she used to be so nice
Take a Long Way Home, Supertramp

"...and my advice is if you maintain this lifestyle you wont reach 30"
"Christ - it's a romantic way to go really, it's part of the heritage, it's your round i'n'it?"
Torch Song, Marillion

So if you want my address it's number one at the end of the bar
Where I sit with the broken angels clutching at straws
and nursing our scars
Sugar Mice, Marillion

Jestem plastytutką. Specjalność: fekaloplastyka.

Więc by się czerwienić nie musiał kto kiep
By mógł rozpoznawać swój swego
Każdemu mądremu stempelek na łeb
Przybiło się razu pewnego
Od lat te stempelki w użyciu są i
Ten system i później się przyda
Bo mądrym dziś mówią - ech, durni żesz wy
A głupich, jak zwykle, nie widać