::: F.E.E.L.I.N.G.C.A.L.L.E.D.L.O.V.E.
That's why God created the word "love".
(Badu vs Old Buddy, in a nice chat!)
The room is cold and has been like this for several months. If you close your eyes you can visualize everything in it right down, right down to the broken handle on the third drawer down of the dressing table. And the world outside this room has also assumed a familiar shape: the same events shuffled in a slightly different order each day. Just like a modern shopping center. And it's so cold—yeah, it's so cold. What.. is.. this feeling called "love"?
Why me? Why you? Why here? Why now?
It doesn't make no sense. No. It's not convenient. No. It doesn't fit your plans. No. It's something you don't understand. Oh. And as you stand and cross the room you feel as if your whole life has been leading to this one moment. And as you touch your shoulder tonight this room has become the center of the entire universe.
So what do you do? You've got a slightly sick feeling in your stomach like you're standing on top of a very high building. Oh yeah, all the stuff they tell you about in the movies, but this is not chocolate boxes and roses—it's dirtier than that, like some small animal that only comes out at night. And you see flashes of the shape of his body and the curve of his belly and they make you have to sit down and catch your breath. It's so cold. Yeah, it's so cold!
It doesn't make no sense. No. It's not convenient. No. It doesn't fit your plans but you got that taste in your mouth again? Oh. F.E.E.L.I.N.G. C.A. double L.E.D. L.O.V.E. What is this thing that is happening to you? F.E.E.L.I.N.G. C.A. double L.E.D. L.O.V.E. What is this thing that is happening to you?
(Badu vs Old Buddy, in a nice chat!)
The room is cold and has been like this for several months. If you close your eyes you can visualize everything in it right down, right down to the broken handle on the third drawer down of the dressing table. And the world outside this room has also assumed a familiar shape: the same events shuffled in a slightly different order each day. Just like a modern shopping center. And it's so cold—yeah, it's so cold. What.. is.. this feeling called "love"?
Why me? Why you? Why here? Why now?
It doesn't make no sense. No. It's not convenient. No. It doesn't fit your plans. No. It's something you don't understand. Oh. And as you stand and cross the room you feel as if your whole life has been leading to this one moment. And as you touch your shoulder tonight this room has become the center of the entire universe.
So what do you do? You've got a slightly sick feeling in your stomach like you're standing on top of a very high building. Oh yeah, all the stuff they tell you about in the movies, but this is not chocolate boxes and roses—it's dirtier than that, like some small animal that only comes out at night. And you see flashes of the shape of his body and the curve of his belly and they make you have to sit down and catch your breath. It's so cold. Yeah, it's so cold!
It doesn't make no sense. No. It's not convenient. No. It doesn't fit your plans but you got that taste in your mouth again? Oh. F.E.E.L.I.N.G. C.A. double L.E.D. L.O.V.E. What is this thing that is happening to you? F.E.E.L.I.N.G. C.A. double L.E.D. L.O.V.E. What is this thing that is happening to you?
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(N.B. Special thanks to Pulp)
