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Watching him dash away,
swinging an old bouquet
- dead roses
Sake and strange divine Uh-h-h-uh-h-uh you’ll make it
Passionate bright young things,
takes him away to war -
don’t fake it
Saddening glissando strings
Uh-h-h-uh-h-uh – you’ll make it
Who’ll love Aladdin Sane
Battle cries and champagne just in time for sunrise
Who’ll love Aladdin Sane
Motor sensational, Paris or maybe hell – I’m waiting
Clutches of sad remains
Waits for Aladdin Sane – you’ll make it
Who’ll love Aladdin Sane
Millions weep a fountain,
just in case of sunrise
Who’ll love Aladdin Sane
I have this feeling that people look at me and think “whatever”.
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“Will you marry me?” That´s a sentence I don´t think I´ll ever hear in my life…I never heard, actually…but the thing is not about the sentence itself, or marriage itself – I don´t really believe in marriage because I´ve seen how marriage screw up my mom´s life – but the true meaning of it. Telling someone you want to marry her/him shows that you love this person so much that you´re able to spent a whole lifetime with her/his worst characteristics too – or until the divorce tear you apart.
I won´t say I´m the most unbearable girl in the world, but there aren´t many guys that can handle me…I think I´m someone kinda like David Sylvian, that from a first sight everybody thinks he is weird, crazy, even cruel – I´ve hear some nasty things people say about Dave – and when they get to know him better they love him to death.
I love him to death.
But, see, is not that I´m able to say “oh, I know David”, no, I don´t know David, but knowing his history, some of his attitudes can be justified…then, and I´m talking of anyone, when you get to know well that person, you start to understand one´s actions, and with understanding comes acceptance…
I was never able to understand the guys that passed through my life..I don´t even want to start the “flashback analysis” because, besides painful, is a waste of my precious time. And when I get to remember my last boyfriend…God forbid…
After him, I think I became a prototype of “Hermit Sylvian”. I attached to anything that could turn my attention away from every relationship and I just runaway of any chance of being with someone.
I owe a lot of this to the fact that I like someone who doesn´t like me. I mean, is not that he hates me, he just don´t like me the way I like him.
But who´s going to love such a insane lady? You gotta have patience..not all men have…
So? Will you marry me?
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“Poor those who don´t deserve you.” You said it all, sis.
