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No more love
There’s a man in Toni Morrison’s book
Who cries out loud a prayer to his Lord
A prayer that I share
Though I’ve got no God to talk to
Man do I understand
Man do I understand
Oh, Lord, I’ll take hate any time, any time
But don’t give me no more love
Cause I can’t carry it Lord
No more love, no more love
Cause I can’t carry no more

Like the man in Toni Morrison’s book
I had way too much of it
Not to share it with you
Not to live it with you
Though I did know you’d gone for good
Man, did I wait and hope
Man did I wait and hope

Oh, Lord, I’ll take hate any time, any time
But don’t give me no more love
Cause I can’t carry it Lord
No more love, no more love
Cause I can’t carry no more

Like the man in Toni Morrison’s book
The lack of you had grown do strong
That I though I’d lose my life
Though my mind had told me to run away
Man did my heart resist
Man did my body fight

Oh, Lord, I’ll take hate any time, any time
But don’t give me no more love
Cause I can’t carry it Lord
No more love, no more love
Cause I can’t carry no more

Kiss me
«Is it real?» like they say in songs, ontological mess baby
If I did get transcendance, why am I like a parrot baby
Reciting my shopping list like a sound track to the hard core film in my head baby
Repeating my name like I’m gonna lose it
Oh it’s so hot, oh it’s so hot, I feel like, I feel like…
Now African drumming gets in the score with Verdi and even God baby
I’m calling him like I’m already in bed with you
Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me now
yes I want you so bad, yes I want you so bad
kiss me kiss me, kiss me now

I’m the queen of all wild animals and a young girl getting red in the face baby
I’m ready to conquer the world and can’t even move from my seat baby
I’m the whole universe with black holes and suns and this olive here baby
Why am I eating them, why do I drink, why am I’m shaking?
Oh it’s so hot, oh it’s so hot I feel like, I feel like …
I’m all wet and you’re far but I feel your hand in my shirt baby
You’re touching my breast, I’m imploding
Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me now
yes I want you so bad, yes I want you so bad
kiss me kiss me, kiss me now

The overwhelming lack of you is growing fast baby
You stand up and –ooh- come towards me baby
You sit down near me and your lips say something polite baby
And I hear you speak and I hear me speak
Oh it’s so hot, oh it’s so hot I feel like, I feel like …
Now you put your hand on my back and it’s short cut baby
My anatomy’s gone mad – can’t talk no more
Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me now
yes I want you so bad, yes I want you so bad
kiss me kiss me, kiss me now

How good it feels
How good it feelswhen I can guess
The -well- the very pleasing shapes
Of your male, so very male body
How should I put it?
How should I manage?
How should I express my real so very real devotion?
You mean my “…” ?
Yes…
Boy, I’m in love with your “….”
Love with your… love with your

How good it feels when I can watch
The -well- the very precise thing
I as a female I’m supposed to lack
How should I put it?
How should I manage?
How should I express my deep so very real attraction
You mean my “…” ?
Yes
Boy, I’m in love with your “….”
Love with your… love with your

The -well- the very pleasing shapes
Of your male, so very male body
How should I put it?
How should I manage?
How should I express my real so very real devotion?
You mean my “…” ?
Yes…
Boy, I’m in love with your “….”
Love with your… love with your

Evil is free
From running jumps to word of mouth to incongruous shoes
And from horny moods to thinking straight to most improper talks
From absolute mornings to fully full nights and so much in between
From poetry darling I love you and most shades of hopes
Evil is free, yoo pee

From alibis of freedom to prophets with final solutions
From the majority taste which is the good minority joke
From cruel divinities behind business to consciousness that’s right
From the invisible hand of capitalism wanking the working class
Evil is free yoo pee

From stories lying from all sides to poor phantasms of truth
And from birth that gives you all to birth which will forbid you all
And from miracles happened in the past so crazy they created faith
And from fear of old and familiar power to most rebellions in style

Kiss Me
«Is it real?» like they say in songs, ontological mess baby
If I did get transcendance, why am I like a parrot baby
Reciting my shopping list like a sound track to the hard core film in my head baby
Repeating my name like I’m gonna lose it
Oh it’s so hot, oh it’s so hot, I feel like, I feel like…
Now African drumming gets in the score with Verdi and even God baby
I’m calling him like I’m already in bed with you
Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me now
yes I want you so bad, yes I want you so bad
kiss me kiss me, kiss me now

Hard to fit
Avoiding religious matter as much as I can, not that I don’t have opinions I’d like to shout loud – far from me to quote holly poems like “your wife is your field use it as you please” cause I don’t wanna die – if angry were trendy you bet I’d be called a feminist cause I’ve got for submission a big aversion- a hopeless atheist doubting revelation- but far from me to question beliefs based on pregnant virgins and better eternity for those who’ve suffered hell on earth but had faith in death so I shut up and… I’m trying hard to fit.

I do my best to please the marketing teams for they know well what the majority is and like – far from me to have ideas like they’re killing us slowly and their libido is small and I do want more- if angry were trendy I’d read the return of the Lord happily tortured from crosses to billboards with the adds for you dreams as boring as prayers in church – but far from me to think this is the come back of the sacrifice with the invisible hand of capitalism freedom for all so I shut up and … I’m trying hard to fit

I wear the right clothes and the proper make up for big numbers are back in fashion so let’s be loads – far from me to be funny when I’ve got dinners in town: I’m outraged by the unfair wars cause they’re bad- if angry were trendy I’d claim the bigger the lies the more efficient they are for power’s in figures like moral trainers on your feet – but far from me to think that politicians preach like marketing chiefs so let me have a piece of this cake cause with my mouth full I shut up and … I’m trying hard to fit

Respect
I don’t play proud, I’m rather concerned
Respect your belief I’d like it a lot
But I don’t agree, I’m very sorry
Though I’d like to think it’s trendy enough
One word is enough it’s a magical trick
Do help me here cause I’m rather confused
ah maybe you mean I shouldn’t imply that
You might be wrong when you must be right
When I do not want to debate on faith but to tell you
I’d give them absolute respect if they weren’t about me

I don’t play proud, I’m rather concerned
Respect your belief I’d like it a lot
Did I get it right do I misconstrue
Some are elected by birth when others are saved by a crucifixion
When others submit praying towards the east
What I mean is that this is all fine you,
then you must be right when the must be wrong
But I do not want to debate on faith but to tell you
I’d give them absolute respect if they weren’t about me

I don’t play proud, I’m rather concerned
I respect you all whatever your beliefs
But what would they be if I weren’t within
Me the gentil, the sinner, the wicked one
And me the woman who wants to be equal
And me the human daring to question
No, not your feelings, and eternity plans
But the rules they imply and the wars they excuse
See I do not want to debate on faith but to tell you
I’d give them absolute respect if they weren’t about me

read my lips
Darling, the real is naked, revealing its skin
Sublime is mundane and reciprocally
The object’s essence is to miss- Abraham’s promise
Revenge culture and strange happiness of reconciliation

Darling, the concept of dog does not bark
But words can be flesh, look
I wear the male gaze as jewellery – trendy
Do you fancy my lack? I’ll have yours
My love, look I like what you can’t give me

Read my, read my lips

Darling if music was an alien form of life
And if infinite was right here in the finite
And if the audience was a sculpture
You know shapes and space, monuments, furniture

Darling, if you’re the flaneur, the clever art lover
I’m a bourgeois girl, I consume beautiful shoes
And I know about the eternal debt of original sin
And sadness born out of unrealized power

Read my, read my lips

Darling, if surfaces are superficial
Tell me what’s there to be seen and felt
Limits limits, are a weird thing, but beyond?
Beyond, beyond what? And back to square one
With the small object a

Darling, is passion vulgar? I name this ship Hegemony
Or even better Tradition
And back to square one the symbolic order
Is the big will still fucking in everything?

Mix it
Let’s check it left, let’s check it right
Tight tough, has been will be ooh
Fixed meaning, folded logic, fleshy feelings fight
Fight over what will fit, fit in the full sentences nerves’ net
Belief in the true words
See my happy crazy monkey has got the plot right
Strength is strong, power powerful
Oh yes, strength is strong and power powerful

We’ll mix it and it’ll be all right
We’ll mix it

Let’s check it left, let’s check it right
Tight tough, has been will be ooh
But you phallic power doesn’t frighten me sir
Cause no penis would
Would knock me down, would shut me up
But your arms sir
So my happy crazy monkey has got the plot right
Strength is strong, power powerful
Oh yes, strength is strong and power powerful

tWe’ll mix it and it’ll be all right

Let’s check it left, let’s check it right
Tight tough, has been will be ooh
So the atheist bitch meets the negre
That is if the later agrees
She says we aren’t dogs
There’s only one race with various features
But are words flesh
So my happy crazy monkey has got the plot right
Strength is strong, power powerful
Oh yes, strength is strong and power powerful

We’ll mix it and it’ll be all right
We’ll mix it

Master and slave
I’ll tell you a story which is personal and true, bad memories, that’s real
Once I loved a man he said he did too but he made my life like hell
Sure he had his way with words and harmful remarks aiming straight at my old wounds
Inventive humiliations, to be kept secret
As I though he himself was in pain, I let it all happen and less and les able I kept asking why? Why?

Master and slave… no, I won’t generalize but
If it’s in them it’s in us

And for months and months I stayed petrified by the fact that I could love someone like him
And the scars of his actions and my own submission wouldn’t heal
And I kept asking for explanations and of course for more
Mixing up my hopes with dependencies and my love with pain
But then one day I found myself to be nasty with someone
Only to realize the awkward feeling of power it gives
To hurt someone on purpose
Do ask me why? Why?

Master and slave… no, I won’t generalize but
If it’s in them it’s in us

Do ask me why

Master and slave… no, I won’t generalize but
If it’s in them it’s in us

You make my body exult
Ooh it’s … Oaoh
I’m all here right under my skin and I’m hot blooded, a bit agitated
I’m delighted to have you that close to me
For I’m moved, moved, moved by your being
Emotionally inclined to like it like that
My mood is in lyrical mode and I motion picture mad frames in mad films
I’m leathaly beaten, stung by a beasty thing
Macro changes in my feelings are becoming big, big, big

You make my body exult, I’m imploding
You make my body exult
My heart’s beating like it’s gonna break
You make my body exult
I’m contorting like a woodoo puppet
You make my body exult
I’m melting like a wax-workdummy come too close to fire

I’m still here right where I should be but I’m lost I’m far I’m like a live wire
I beseech to be stroken, to be hughed and kissed
I implore you to hold me tight and touch me here
Emotionally inclined to like it like that
The mood is love making and not drawing pictures
Let me approach you now when even you so called neutral sofa is getting into it
Tension’s so high elastic catapult
Oh it’s gonna hit back big, big, big

You make my body exult
(…)
And it feels ooh

I fancy you
All red in the face I feel like…. Shy like a wild cat I hide in the
I smile like my cheeks are gonna go…Slight sweet on my legs I’m all in the
Why the hell am I doing my hair? Why the hell am I humming that tune?
Why the hell am I biting my nails? Why the hell am I talking that loud?
Awkward and clumsy I fake I’m…Looking like I play act and overdo
In my timorousness I behave in the… A real head case who’s gonna loose it
It’s hot and cold and cold and hot . Timidity I know but this is… all in all
Not a good time cause I… I fancy you, I fancy you…
You make me act all weird
When I should be efficient in seduction but hey
The problem is that I fancy you

All right it’ bizarre and maybe not… Sexy like I’d wish it were in my…
A ghost in a dress and freaking high heels… Boulder in my chest butterflies in my…
Why the hell am I doing my hair? Why the hell am I humming that tune?
Why the hell am I biting my nails? Why the hell am I talking that loud?
Amok and madly attracted by… I fly I land I mean I crashland
Forgetting the rules I did learn . Comedy on air not funny but….
It’s hot and cold and cold and hot. Timidity I know but this is… all in all
Not a good time cause I… I fancy you (…)

All wrong on the bill I feel like… Hampered in y clothes I hide in the…
Odd you bet better not watch… In the laps of the gods I leave my…
Why the hell am I doing my hair? Why the hell am I humming that tune?
Why the hell am I biting my nails? Why the hell am I talking that loud?
All time best failure on a date… Don’t mind my matted motives
Nevrotic merry-go-round. Comedy on air not funny but
It’s hot and cold and cold and hot. Timidity I know but this is… all in all
Not a good time cause I… I fancy you (…)

Give it to me

The boys the boys spot the winner talk talk talk
Extreme pink and brown shot and robbed and caught
Snaky snaky my naked love, the monkey’s bone
Display display the fate, the shape baby the shape
Give it to me boy

The niche cerebral crush, the buy under the fly
The 5 Levis’ obvious, defy onus pressure
The hand fabric abuse, firm up envy the bud
The palm helixes soft, the feel baby the feel
Give it to me boy

Fingers fingers factual field, the plant phallic agreed
The tree practicable tree, I spit
Catalytic cream, analytical deal
Polite destiny check, the fame baby the fame
Give it to me boy

The lamb the lamb next door a damn dangerous meat
The litmus test localized ancillary work
Compelling pump, the lobster’s faith
Your cock is cued, you coo baby you coo
Give it to me boy

Doggy doggy my love, the flesh elocution
Expound the feminize, the farce and follow on
Freelance the apricot, the gas, I like my job
Lucky NASA drama, the soul baby the soul
Give it to me boy

Screaming head teacher’s head, syrup the megaphone
The time liberal print, obscene fundraising trick
The dough disrespect babe, icing sugar the heart
Relax brother deflate, the shape baby the shape
Give it to me boy

Second story the star Hollywood Africa
Diamonds in the butter, the butter tango Dakar
The priest Vaseline prays, horny safari trip
Philosophical fake, it’s crude baby it’s crude.
Can I see you come?