Possibly Maybe Electric Shocks and Cigarettes

Your flirt finds me out

Teases the crack in me
Smittens me with hope

Possibly maybe, possibly maybe, possibly maybe

As much as I definitely enjoy solitude
I wouldn't mind perhaps
Spending little time with you
Sometimes, sometimes

Possibly maybe probably love
Possibly maybe probably love

Uncertainty excites me

Baby
Who knows what's going to happen?
Lottery or car crash
Or you'll join a cult

Probably maybe, possibly love
This is probably maybe, possibly love
Possibly

Mon petit vulcan
You're eruptions and disasters
I keep calm
Admiring your lava
I keep calm

Possibly maybe probably love
Possibly maybe probably love

Electric shocks
I love them
With you dozen a day
But after a while I wonder
Where's that love you promised me?
Where is it?

Possibly maybe probably love
Possibly maybe probably love

How can you offer me love like that?
My heart's burned
How can you offer me love like that?
I'm exhausted
Leave me alone

Possibly maybe, possibly maybe, possibly maybe

Since we broke up
I'm using lipstick again
I suck my tongue
In remembrance of you

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Stellardrone - new album

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Martina Topley-Bird

William Shakespeare - Sonnet 138

When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutor'd youth,
Unlearned in the world's false subtleties.
 
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue:
On both sides thus is simple truth supprest.
 
But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O, love's best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love loves not to have years told:
 
Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be.

Marguerite Yourcenar

Aimer les yeux fermés, c'est aimer comme un aveugle. Aimer les yeux ouverts, c'est peut-être aimer comme un fou : c'est éperdument accepter. Je t'aime comme une folle.

(Feux: http://www.babelio.com/livres/Yourcenar-Feux/36512)

The Day the Saucers Came by Neil Gaiman

That Day, the saucers landed. Hundreds of them, golden,
Silent, coming down from the sky like great snowflakes,
And the people of Earth stood and
stared as they descended,
Waiting, dry-mouthed, to find out what waited inside for us
And none of us knowing if we would be here tomorrow
But you didn’t notice because
That day, the day the saucers came, by some some coincidence,
Was the day that the graves gave up their dead
And the zombies pushed up through soft earth
or erupted, shambling and dull-eyed, unstoppable,
Came towards us, the living, and we screamed and ran,
But you did not notice this because
On the saucer day, which was zombie day, it was
Ragnarok also, and the television screens showed us
A ship built of dead-men’s nails, a serpent, a wolf,
All bigger than the mind could hold,
and the cameraman could
Not get far enough away, and then the Gods came out
But you did not see them coming because
On the saucer-zombie-battling-gods
day the floodgates broke
And each of us was engulfed by genies and sprites
Offering us wishes and wonders and eternities
And charm and cleverness and true
brave hearts and pots of gold
While giants feefofummed across
the land and killer bees,
But you had no idea of any of this because
That day, the saucer day, the zombie day
The Ragnarok and fairies day,
the day the great winds came
And snows and the cities turned to crystal, the day
All plants died, plastics dissolved, the day the
Computers turned, the screens telling
us we would obey, the day
Angels, drunk and muddled, stumbled from the bars,
And all the bells of London were sounded, the day
Animals spoke to us in Assyrian, the Yeti day,
The fluttering capes and arrival of
the Time Machine day,
You didn’t notice any of this because
you were sitting in your room, not doing anything
not even reading, not really, just
looking at your telephone,
wondering if I was going to call.

Kentucky Route Zero - Act III - Too Late to Love You