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O kobietach najwiecej do powiedzenia zawsze mają faceci. głupie to to i nierozumne. Dlatego oddam głos lasce z zespołu Recoil, która w utworze "Want" wysmażyła takie oto sympatyczne przemówienie na temat kobiecosci i tego z czego sie ona składa. kawałek znajdziecie pod adresem http://w199.wrzuta.pl/audio/0eNr0PXPqCQ/recoil_-_want , komentarze mile widziane:). Zdjęcie by Nawiedzona:*, lubie je cholernie zwłaszcza że podobna popielniczke wsiorbało mi dzisiaj rano ;) no to miłej lektury:)

Recoil - Want

I want to know how it'll end.
I want to be sure of what it'll cost.
I want to strangle the stars for all they promised me.
I want you to call me on your drug phone.
I want to keep you alive so there is always the possibility of murder later.
I want to be there when you learn the cost of desire.
I want you to understand that my malevolence is just a way to win
I want the name of the ruiner.
I want matches in case I have to suddenly burn.
I want you to know that being kind is overrated.
I want to write my secret across your sky.
I want to watch you lose control.
I want to watch you lose.
I want to know exactly what it's going to take.
I want to see you insert yourself into glory.
I want your touches to scar me so I'll know where you've been.
I want you to watch when I go down in flames.
I want a list of atrocities done in your name.
I want to reach my hand into the dark and feel what reaches back.
I want to remember when my nightmares were clearer.
I want to be there when your hot black rage rips wide open.
I want to taste my own kind.
I want to be wrapped in cold wet sheets to see if it's different on this side.
I want you to come on strong.
I want to leave you out in the cold.
I want the exact same thing... but different.
I want some soft drugs.. some soft, soft drugs.
I want to throw you.
I want you to know I know.
I want to know if you read me.
I want to swing with my eyes shut and see what I hit.
I want to know just how much you hate me so I can predict what you'll do.
I want you to know the wounds are self-inflicted.
I want a controlling interest.
I want to be somewhere beautiful when I die.
I want to be your secret hater.
I want to stop destroying you but I can't.
And I want and I want and I want.
And I will always be hungry.
And I want and I want and I want...