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"I want to be your vacuum cleaner, breathing in your dust /
I wanna be your Ford Cortina, I will never rust"
John Cooper Clarke made one of the most romantic songs I've ever heard during this month. Devoting rituals to a person, rubbing lotion into their skin, thinking of them in deep oceans... Our desires are strengthened by pressure, like a muscle. I think JCC exercised that. Being on someone's mind is the greatest form of intimacy between two lovers, true intimacy in wanting to be the chair they sit on, the pillow they sleep on, the dirty engine running their car-- a miasma of devotion. Throughout abstract lyrics, you can make out the faces of our lovers-- a secretive expression of joy on their faces, the posturing of their arms raised high, a divinely muted memory. God, I want to want as much as he does on this song. It's all about want, want, want.
You call the shots. I wanna be yours xx
Feb 25, 2025
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I wanna be your vacuum cleaner
Breathing in your dust
I wanna be your Ford Cortina
I will never rust
If you like your coffee hot
Let me be your coffee pot
You call the shots
I wanna be yours
I wanna be your raincoat
For those frequent rainy days
I wanna be your dreamboat
When you want to sail away
Let me be your teddy bear
Take me with you anywhere
I don’t care
I wanna be yours
I wanna be your electric meter
I will not run out
I wanna be the electric heater
You’ll get cold without
I wanna be your setting lotion
Hold your hair in deep devotion
Deep as the deep Atlantic ocean
That’s how deep is my devotion
Mar 17, 2024
“let me be your setting lotion, hold your hair with deep devotion, deep as the deep Atlantic ocean”
Feb 14, 2024
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Just abso sensational. That Manchurian accent and lyrics of devotion is just chefs kiss.
Oct 5, 2024
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would love to b able to have music playing when ppl visit my profile-- its cliche but it rocks. also, like ppl have said below: the ability to add more than 1 photo in a post. u tempt us yet force us into monk-like pensive states trying to figure out what singular photo gets chosen. it's a blessing & a curse
Feb 25, 2025
Feb 25, 2025
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How fortunate am I, how unfortunate am I, that again I bathe under the sun. I derive no pleasures from my womanly pain, grief felt deepest, the steel boot on my hand. The ending sun continues boiling the pavement; It chews me up, rarely swallows.
No one makes me feel crazier than other women. No one spits on my fallen trough more than men. Constantly rejected by those who object me, those who ogle, those who take screenshots of my body like passing thoughts through their minds. The outsider .
I’m on flight F9396 and the sun burnt my hand raw.
Mar 17, 2025