Hüsker Dü: She’s A Woman (And Now He Is A Man)

Be nice to my friends, she said.

Fuck off, I said.

I’ll give you a blow-job, she said.

Hate ‘m and you know it, I said.

(giggles)

Just be nice, she said.

Can’t, I said.

Too full of myself, I added.

Fine, she said.

 

 

Hüsker Dü: She Floated Away

Had a not-so superficial acquaintance with a Russian woman last week.

Gorgeous girl. Full of life. Intelligent. Manipulative. Sweet. Wanted to play me. Probably did. Bless.

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Not what you think.

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Russian girlfriend, ex-girlfriend of a colleague. Asked me how she could get her ex, my colleague back. Wanted my help. Cried too.

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Full of typical Russian woman-man power relations in relationships talk.

Full of …

How …

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Nevermind.

It was painful.

Her despair.

As if I could help them get back together again.

Her dishing the dirt. Of my colleague. And a friend.

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Soz.

But she isn’t gonna get him back.

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She couldn’t have known about Milena.

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Milena.

Wasn’t Russian.

She lifted her arms and she floated away.

Just floated away.

Didn’t give a damn what the other girls said.

Just floated away.

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Well a man has two reasons for things that he does.

The first one is pride and the second one is love.

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The final one is Milena.

 

 

 

The Stone Roses: Tears

Sometimes.

Sometimes you have to be weak.

And give in.

To.

And be ungrateful.

And be horrible.

And.

Think.

Write the unthinkable. The unimaginable.

But.

My mum is not a nice person.

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As always.

Lost in a maze of my own making.

And.

I have seen the future in the tracks of your tears.

Of my own even.

Hers.

But.

She is horrible.

Truly horrible.

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My love, mijn liefde, my golden eyes, mijn gouden ogen.

Ik ben het leven en de dood.

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Ik heb je lief, zo lief.

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Why is going back to Belgium always so traumatic?

So fucking traumatic.

Must be me.

Must be.

Even tho.

Nochtans.

Ik heb je lief, zo lief.