Air · How does it make you feel

I am feeling very warm right now
Please don't disappear
I am spacing out with you
You are the most beautiful entity that I've ever dreamed of

At night I will protect you in your dreams
I will be your angel
You worry so much about not having enough time together
It makes no difference to me
I would be happy with just one minute in your arms
Let's have an extended play together
You're telling me that we live to far to love each other
But your love can stretch further than you and I can see
So how does it make you feel?

How does it make you feel?

Do you know when you look at me
It is a salvation
I've been waiting for you so long
I can drive on that road forever
I wish you could exist to live on my planet
Well its very hard for me to say these things in your presence
So how does it make you feel?

How does it make you feel?

So how does it make you feel?

Well, I really think you should quit smoking

Ian Curtis

So this is permanence -
Love shattered pride
What once was innocence,
turned on its side
A cloud hangs over me,
marks every move
Deep in the memory,
what once was love

Oh how I've realized, I wanted time
Put into perspective,
try so hard to find
Just for one moment I thought
I'd got my way
Destiny unfolded -
watched it slip away

Excessive flash points,
beyond all reach
Solitary demands for all
I'd like to keep
Let's take a ride out,
see what we can find
Valueless collection of hopes
and past desires

I never realized the lengths
I'd have to go
All the darkest corners of a sense
I didn't know
Just for one moment -
hearing someone call
Looked beyond the day in hand
There's nothing there at all

Now that I've realized how it's
all gone wrong
Got to find some therapy -
this treatment takes too long
Deep in the heart of where
sympathy held sway
Got to find my destiny before
it gets too late

Jacques Prévert · Para Bárbara

Para Bárbara

Acuérdate Bárbara
Llovía sin cesar en Brest aquél día
Y marchabas sonriente
Dichosa embelesada empapada
Bajo la lluvia

Acuérdate Bárbara
Llovía sin cesar en Brest
Y me crucé contigo en la calle de Siam
Sonreías
Y yo también sonreía

Acuérdate Bárbara
Tú a quién yo no conocía
Tú que no me conocías
Acuérdate
Acuérdate pese a todo aquél día
No lo olvides

Un hombre se cobijaba en un portal
Y gritó tu nombre
Bárbara
Y corriste hacia él bajo la lluvia
Empapada embelesada dichosa
Y te echaste en sus brazos

Acuérdate de eso Bárbara
Y no te ofendas si te tuteo
Yo tuteo a todos los que amo
Aunque los haya visto sólo una vez
Tuteo a todos los que se aman
Aunque no los conozca

Acuérdate Bárbara
No olvides
Esa lluvia buena y feliz
Sobre tu rostro feliz
Sobre esa ciudad feliz
Esa lluvia sobre el mar
Sobre el arsenal
Sobre el banco d'Ouessant

Oh Bárbara
Menuda estupidez la guerra
Qué has llegado a ser ahora
Bajo esta lluvia de hierro
De fuego de acero de sangre
Y el hombre aquel que te estrechaba entre sus brazos
Amorosamente
Quizás ha muerto o desaparecido o vive todavía

Oh Bárbara
Llueve sin cesar en Brest
Como solía llover en otro tiempo
Pero no es lo mismo y todo está estropeado
Es lluvia desconsolada de duelo espantoso
Ni siquiera es ya tormenta
De hierro de acero de sangre
Simplemente nubes
Que revientan como perros
Perros que desaparecen
En el remanso de Brest
Y van a pudrirse lejos
Lejos muy lejos de Brest
Donde ya no queda nada.

200 Motels (Frank Zappa)

Penis dimension
Penis dimension
Penis dimension is worrying me
I can't hardly sleep at night
'Cause of penis dimension

Do you worry?
Do you worry a lot?

No!

Do you worry?
Do you worry and moan . . .
That the size of your cock is not monstrous enough?

It's your penis dimension!
Penis dimension!

Howard:
Wah ooo-wah ooo-wah ooo-wah
Wah ooo-wah ooo-wah ooo-wah

Mark: Hiya friends. Now just be honest about it. Did you ever consider the possiblity that your penis, and in the case of many dignified ladies, that the size of the titties themselves might provide elements of sub-conscious tension? Weird, twisted anxieties that could force a human being to have to become a politician! A policeman! A Jesuit monk
Howard?: [...]
Mark: A rock and roll guitar player! A wino! You name it. Or in the case of the ladies, the ones that can't afford a silicone BEEF-UP, they become writers of hot books
Howard: "Manuel, the gardener, placed his burning phallus in her quivering quim."
Mark: Yes, or they become Carmelite nuns!
Howard: "Gonzo, the lead guitar player, placed his mutated member in her slithering slit." Ha ha ha! Ooh . . .
Mark: Or race horse jockeys. There is no reason why you or your loved ones should suffer. Things are bad enough, without the size of your organ adding even more misery to the TROUBLES OF THE WORLD!
Howard: Right on, right on!
Mark: Now, if you're a lady and you've got munchkin tits, you can console yourself with this age-old line from primary school:
Mark & Howard: ANYTHING OVER A MOUTHFUL IS WASTED! YES!
Mark: And isn't it the truth? And if you're a guy, and one night you're at a party and you're trying to be cool, I mean, you aren't even wearing any underwear, you're being so cool, and somebody hits on you one night, and he looks you up and down and he says, uh . . .
Howard: Eight inches or less?
Mark: Well let me tell you, brothers, that's the time when you've got to turn around and look that sonofabitch right between the eyes, and you got to tell him these words:

Larry The Dwarf: I stuff three pair of socks and a bar of beauty soap down in front of my pants!