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۱۱ مطلب با کلمه‌ی کلیدی «Nymphet» ثبت شده است


You turn me off at the push of a button
And you pretend that I don't mean nothing
I'm not a saint, that's easy to tell
But guess what honey, you ain't no angel

You like to scream, use words as a weapon
Well, go ahead, take your best shot, woman
I wanna leave you, it's easy to see
But guess what honey, it's not that easy

So rip my pictures from your wall
Tear them down and burn them all
Light the fire and walk away
There's nothing left to say, so

Take the ashes from the floor
Bury them to just make sure
That nothing more is left of me
Just bittersweet memories

I wanna run and escape from your prison
But when I leave I feel something is missing
I'm not afraid, that's easy to tell
This can't be heaven, it feels like I'm in hell

You're like a drug that I can't stop taking
I want more and I can't stop craving
I still want you, it's easy to see
But guess what honey, you're not that good for me

Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?

For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key

Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter, Nymphetamine

Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better, Nymphetamine

If today was not a crooked highway
If tonight was not a crooked trail
If tomorrow wasn't such a long time
Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all
Yes and only if my own true love was waitin'
And if I could hear her heart softly poundin'
Yes and only if she was lyin' by me
Then I'd lie in my bed once again

I can't see my reflection in the water
I can't speak the sounds that show no pain
I can't hear the echo of my footsteps
Or remember the sounds of my own name
Yes and only if my own true love was waitin'
And if I could only hear her heart softly poundin'
Yes and only if she was lyin' by me
Then I'd lie in my bed once again

There's beauty in that silver singin' river
There's beauty in that rainbow in the sky
But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty
That I remember in my true love's eyes
Yes and only if my own true love was waitin'
I could only hear her heart softly poundin'
Yes and only if she was lyin' by me
Then I'd lie in my bed once again

I sit alone in my bedroom
Staring at the walls
I've been up all damn night long
My pulse is speeding
My love is yearning

I hold my breath and close my eyes and...
Dream about her
'Cause she's two thousand light years away
She holds my malakite so tight so...
Never let go
'Cause she's two thousand light years away
Years away

I sit outside and watch the sunrise
Look out as far as I can
I can't see her, but in the distance
I hear some laughter
We laugh together

I hold my breath and close my eyes and...
Dream about her
'Cause she's two thousand light years away
She holds my malakite so tight so...
Never let go
'Cause she's two thousand light years away
Years away


She's a loner, not a stoner
Bleeding heart and the soul of Miss Teresa
Supernova, Cherry Cola
She's the cedar in the trees of Minnesota

I'm a rough boy 'round the edges
Getting drunk, and falling in the hedges
She's my weakness, fucking genius
Swear to god and I'm not even superstitious

Youngblood, youngblood
She's my little youngblood
Youngblood, youngblood
Punch-drunken youngblood

Are you stranded, like I'm stranded?
Do you want to watch the world fall to pieces?
Are you broken, like I'm broken?
Are you restless? She said "Fuck you, I'm from Oakland!"


Mathilda: You love your plant, don't you?
Léon: It's my best friend. Always happy. No questions. It's like me, you see? No roots.
Mathilda: If you really love it, you should plant it in the middle of a park so it can have roots.
Léon: Yeah.
Mathilda: I'm the one you should be watering if you want me to grow.

***

Mathilda: Léon, I think I'm kinda falling in love with you. It's the first time for me, you know?
Léon: How do you know it's love if you've never been in love before?
Mathilda: 'Cause I feel it.
Léon: Where?
Mathilda: In my stomach. It's all warm. I always had a knot there, and now it's gone.

***

Mathilda: I'm not going. I won't go. I won't go.
Léon: Listen to me. We have no chance together. But if I'm alone, I can do it. Trust me. I'm in good shape. I've got a lot of money with Tony. We'll take it and leave together. Just the two of us. Okay? Go.
Mathilda: No. You're saying that so I won't worry. I don't wanna lose you.
Léon: You're not gonna lose me, Mathilda. You've given me a taste for life. I wanna be happy. Sleep in a bed. Have roots.

Léon: The Professional (1994)

Lester: It's a great thing when you realize you still have the ability to surprise yourself. Makes you wonder what else you can do that you've forgotten about.

***

Brad: [Reading Lester's job description] "My job consists of basically masking my contempt for the assholes in charge, and, at least once a day, retiring to the men's room so I can jerk off while I fantasize about a life that doesn't so closely resemble Hell." Well, you have absolutely no interest in saving yourself.
Lester: Brad, for 14 years I've been a whore for the advertising industry. The only way I could save myself now is if I start firebombing.
Brad: Whatever. Management wants you gone by the end of the day.
Lester: Well, just what sort of severance package is management prepared to offer me? Considering the information I have about our Editorial Director buying pussy with company money, which I think would interest the I.R.S., since it technically constitutes fraud, and I'm sure that some of our advertisers and rival publications might like to know about it as well. Not to mention, Craig's wife!
Brad: What do you want?
Lester: One year's salary, with benefits.
Brad: That's not going to happen.
Lester: Well, what do you say I throw in a little sexual harassment charge, to boot?
Brad: Against who?
Lester: Against YOU. Can you prove that you didn't offer to save my job if I let you blow me?
Brad: Man, you are one twisted fuck.
Lester: Nope. I'm just an ordinary guy with nothing to lose.

***

Carolyn: Your father and I were just discussing his day at work. Why don't you tell our daughter about it, honey?
Lester: Janie, today I quit my job, and then I told my boss to go fuck himself, and then I blackmailed him for almost sixty thousand dollars.
Carolyn: Your father seems to think this kind of behavior is something to be proud of.
Lester: And your mother seems to prefer I go through life like a fucking prisoner while she keeps my dick in a Mason jar under the sink.
Carolyn: How dare you speak to me that way in front of her. And I marvel that you can be so contemptuous of me, on the same day that you lose your job.
Lester: I didn't lose it. It's not like, "Whoops! Where'd my job go?" I quit!

***

Angela: I hope you don't mind if I play the stereo.
Lester: Not at all. Bad night?
Angela: Not really bad, just... strange.
Lester: Believe me, it couldn't possibly be any stranger than mine.
Angela: Jane and I had a fight. It was about you. She's mad at me because I said I think you're sexy.
Lester: Do you want a sip?
Angela: Sure.
Lester: So, are you gonna tell me? What do you want?
Angela: I don't know.
Lester: You... don't know.
Angela: What do you want?
Lester: Are you kidding? I want you. I've wanted you since the first moment I saw you. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
Angela: You don't think I'm ordinary?
Lester: You couldn't be ordinary if you tried.
Angela: Thank you. I don't think there's anything worse than being ordinary.

***

Lester: I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me, but it's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much. My heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst. And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain, and I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life. You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure. But don't worry. You will someday.

American Beauty (1999)


Last night I dreamt of San Pedro
Just like I'd never gone, I knew the song
A young girl with eyes like the desert
It all seems like yesterday, not far away

Tropical the island breeze
All of nature wild and free
This is where I long to be
La isla bonita
And when the samba played
The sun would set so high
Ring through my ears and sting my eyes
Your Spanish lullaby

I fell in love with San Pedro
Warm wind carried on the sea, he called to me
Te dijo te amo
I prayed that the days would last
They went so fast

Tropical the island breeze
All of nature wild and free
This is where I long to be
La isla bonita
And when the samba played
The sun would set so high
Ring through my ears and sting my eyes
Your Spanish lullaby

I want to be where the sun warms the sky
When it's time for siesta you can watch them go by
Beautiful faces, no cares in this world
Where a girl loves a boy, and a boy loves a girl

Last night I dreamt of San Pedro
It all seems like yesterday, not far away

Tropical the island breeze
All of nature wild and free
This is where I long to be
La isla bonita
And when the samba played
The sun would set so high
Ring through my ears and sting my eyes
Your Spanish lullaby