The girl from Ipanema

Tall and tanned and young and lovely

the girl from Ipanema goes walking 

and when she passes,

each one she passes

goes aaah

when she walks, she’s like a samba 

that swings so cool and sways so gentle 

Our lead is a thing

We're the daughter, we're the son
We're the people, we are one
We're the source, we're the force
We're the Earth, we're the stars
We're the fire, we're the hand,
The queen and we're the kings.
We're the thunder, we're the rain
We gotta break these chains!

Hope

'I'm sorry but I don't want to be an emperor. That's not my business. I don't want to rule or conquer anyone.
I should like to help everyone if possible: Jew, gentile, black man, white.
We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that.
We want to live by each other’s happiness, not by each other’s misery.
We don’t want to hate and despise one another.
In this world there’s room for everyone and the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful but we have lost the way. Millions of despairing men, women, and little children, victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people.
To those who can hear me I say, “Do not despair.”
The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress.
The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people.
And so long as men die, liberty will never perish. You are not machines, you are not cattle, you are men!
You have the love of humanity in your hearts.
You don’t hate. Only the unloved hate, the unloved and the unnatural.
Soldiers, don’t fight for slavery, fight for liberty! You are not machines, you are not cattle, you are men!
You have the love of humanity in your hearts.
You don’t hate. Only the unloved hate, the unloved and the unnatural.
Soldiers, don’t fight for slavery, fight for liberty!’

Eat Pray Love

I think I'm falling in love with you...

I'm not who you think I am, I'm just your fantasy

Rubbish..., you're real...your scars, your  talent, 
The fact that I only own a piece of crab bar and you accept that that's all I'm gonna do
I love your pain... and I love that when we're together I can make it go away
Your love is like hot panini...
And when I look into your eyes
I hear dolphins clapping...

Here's what he doesn't know yet, I disappear into the person I love
I am the permeable membrane. If I love you, you can have it all
My money, my time, my body, my dog,.. my dog's money...

I will assume your debts and project upon you all sorts of nifty qualities you never actually contemplated in yourself...
I will give you all these and more until I am so exhausted and depleted that the only way I can ever recover is by becoming infatuated with someone else...

It begins when the object of your affections bestows upon you a heady hallusigenic dose of something you've never even dared to admit you wanted.
An emotional speed ball of thunderous love and excitement.
Soon you start craving that attention with the hungry obsession of any junky

When it's withheld you turn sick...crazy not to mention resentful of the dealer who encouraged this addiction in the first place but now refuses to pony up the good stuff.
God damn him... and he used to give it to you for free...

Next stage finds you skinny,... shaking in a corner certain only that you would sell your soul just to have that one thing one more time.
Meanwhile the object of your adoration  is now repulsed by you,
He looks at you like someone hes never met before.
The irony is you can never blame him...

I mean check yourself out...You're a mess unrecognizable even to your own eyes

You have now reached infatuation's final destination...
The complete and merciless devaluation of self.

To the ends

to the ends of the earth
would you follow me?
there's a world
that was meant
for our eyes
to see

i was ready
to die for you baby
...
doesn't mean i'm ready to stay

what good is living the life you've been given
if all you do is stand in one place?

This is how you keep her

Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen. Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer.

one love, two mouths

one love, one house
no shirt, no blouse
just us