what is love anyway? (3 Viewers)

snakybus said:
that's kinda broad though, no?

that's like "what is an apple"

come to guru snaky, let him verse you in the affairs of the heart....

what, are you talking about romance love? or the love of a good book? Or the love of two good friends? Or love of country?

I presume you mean boy-girl love, yes?
forget it dude, go shine ro's head or something.
 
Mumblin Deaf Ro said:
Love is a bit like indigestion, in that a couple of Rennies normally sort it out.

Hag, you wouldn't know love if it came up and loved you.

Don't bother asking Snakey: he's 80% water.
fuck off. you don't know me. go fuck yourself. your music is shit.
 
snakybus said:
For a good description of love of the romantic kind, I defer to Mon-sewer Stephen Merrit, the lovesong writer of our time.

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I DON'T WANT TO GET OVER YOU

I don't want to get over you
I guess I could take a sleeping pill
and sleep at will
and not have to
go through what I go through
I guess I should take Prozac, right,
and just smile all night at somebody new
Somebody not too bright
but sweet and kind
who would try to get you off my mind
I could leave this agony behind
which is just what I'd do
if I wanted to
but I don't want to get over you
cause I don't want to get over love
I could listen to my therapist,
pretend you don't exist
and not have to dream of what I dream of
I could listen to all my friends
and go out again
and pretend it's enough
or I could make a career of being blue
I could dress in black and read Camus
smoke clove cigarettes and drink vermouth
like I was 17
that would be a scream
but I don't want to get over you
-----------------------------------------------------


So, hmmm.... it would seem that love is painful. Like a good curry.

But I guess people only want to hear about the pain.

Here's another, brevity being the soul of wit and all that:

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THE CACTUS WHERE YOUR HEART SHOULD BE

The cactus where your heart should be has lovely
little flowers
so though it's always pricking me my ardor never sours
The cactus where your heart once was has power to rend and flay
I stick because I'm stuck, because I just can't tear myself away

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not quite the sanme without the music though :(

He's gay too, so this is about boy-boy love too. Angry bum love!
i asked for your opinion. god, what does a guy have to do to get you to open your heart? sheeeesh!
 
snakybus said:
well you tell me what you think it is so you bollix

and Ro's music is good, so neh (not that that should have anything to do with anything)
oh really? ok then, i just think he's a dick. is that more appropriate? ;)
did you just call me a bollix??? ha ha ha.
 
jane said:
Ok, Hag, love is:

* unapologetic farting
* speaking without talking
* smelly shoes
* relentless guffawing
* knowing how to argue


Lust is:

* freshly-peed pants: feels nice and warm now, but you know it's gonna have consequences.
ah jesus, you went and started meaning something... i know the difference between love and lust. i just want to know what people think love actually is... it's a fucking battlefield if you ask me.
 
jane said:
Oh, sorry. I will now return to my meaningless condition.
no, i didn't mean it like that... reading the lyrics to love is a battlefield, it made me feel like i'm not alone (on the battlefield)... call me later, lots of people getting too drunk in town later. i dare say it'll end up in sin e.
 
sorry ro. i've never actually heard your music but you still don't know me so keep your comments about my understanding of love to yourself, ok?

many thanks and kindest regards,
david william john heagney.
 
Could I hold on, or should I hold on to you?
Ask, I'll tell the truth; there's nothing I should hide
And if I move to slow, if you're bored I need to know
I need to hide inside, to force what I don't feel
If all we have is a question, there's no hope to find a future
But something in me cries for you
It feels too real this time
I think I love you, though I don't know what that means
Girl of my dreams, or a friend that one day leaves
Could I trust this when I've lied to myself before?
Will I do it all again to taste what I've imagined we could be?
Look what I've become; this pressure that we feel
In a world of possible real, this may not prove real
But could we give enough, backed against a wall?
Too close to breathe, but too far to fall
All I ever wanted was to feel you closer to me
And it's sad to feel this resistance
What once before had felt so free
Let tomorrow be
I can't be so impatient
Pushing every answer, when there isn't any question
Let me feel good now
And though this may have to end, I hope I'm always with you
Honestly your friend
I think I love you
 

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