Charles Bukowski, _BY.ALEXANDER - BLOOM IN PARIS lyrics
[Charles Bukowski, _BY.ALEXANDER - BLOOM IN PARIS lyrics]
But uh, in your story
Love is always a synonym
For sexual intercourse
Where do you get, where do
You get this crap, Baby?
Love is a dog from hell that's all
It has it's own agony and brings
It's own agonies with it
Love is a dog from hell
But I mean, I don't know where
You get your concepts from, Man
You really fucked up
What's your definition of love?
Love, is kinda like, I wanna say
A fog in the morning when you wake
Up before the sun comes out
It's just there a little while
And then it burns away really?
Absolutely it burns away?
Yeah quickly
It's just love is a fog that burns
With thе first daylight of reality
You lose what individualism you had, if
You have еnough, of course
You retain some of it
But most don't have enough, so you become
Watchers of game shows, you know
Things like that
When you work the eight-hour job with
Almost no feeling of goodness
Like you're doing something
You get married, that marriage is a victory
And you have children
Like children is a victory
Most things most people do are a total grind
Marriage, birth, children
Something they have to do because
There's nothing else to do
There's no glory in it there's no steam
There's no fire it's very very flat
And the Earth is full of
Sorry but, that's the way I see it
The way I see it the way I see it
The way I see it the way I see it
The way I see it
The way I see it (Turn it up)
The way I see it (Turn it up)
The way I see it (Turn it up)
The way I see it (Turn it up)
The way I see it (Turn it up)
The way I see it (Turn it up)
The way I see it (Turn it up)
The way I see it
That's the way I see it (Turn it up)
The way I see it (Turn it up)
That's the way I see it
Love is always a synonym
For sexual intercourse
Where do you get, where do
You get this crap, Baby?
Love is a dog from hell that's all
It has it's own agony and brings
It's own agonies with it
Love is a dog from hell
But I mean, I don't know where
You get your concepts from, Man
You really fucked up
What's your definition of love?
Love, is kinda like, I wanna say
A fog in the morning when you wake
Up before the sun comes out
It's just there a little while
And then it burns away really?
Absolutely it burns away?
Yeah quickly
It's just love is a fog that burns
With thе first daylight of reality
You lose what individualism you had, if
You have еnough, of course
You retain some of it
But most don't have enough, so you become
Watchers of game shows, you know
Things like that
When you work the eight-hour job with
Almost no feeling of goodness
Like you're doing something
You get married, that marriage is a victory
And you have children
Like children is a victory
Most things most people do are a total grind
Marriage, birth, children
Something they have to do because
There's nothing else to do
There's no glory in it there's no steam
There's no fire it's very very flat
And the Earth is full of
Sorry but, that's the way I see it
The way I see it the way I see it
The way I see it the way I see it
The way I see it
The way I see it (Turn it up)
The way I see it (Turn it up)
The way I see it (Turn it up)
The way I see it (Turn it up)
The way I see it (Turn it up)
The way I see it (Turn it up)
The way I see it (Turn it up)
The way I see it
That's the way I see it (Turn it up)
The way I see it (Turn it up)
That's the way I see it