A Valentine’s Day Mixtape

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HarpingOn

For Z M

Far from the light of your eyes, dawn’s lovely light,
I drag out my nights on these hateful feathers,
and I scatter the winds of my sighs
in the air that is evil and heavy with clouds.
Oh ruinous pleasures,
such fleeting joys of love
that turned to tears and pain on my departure.

Tenor:
The arse owes the cunt
five-and-a-half shillings
on Saint Remigius’s day.
she’s allowed
five-and-a-half shillings
for the Psalms and the Evangels
and the arse has fun for her.

Contretenor:
Stuff her up, cobbler,
stuff up her stocking!
I met a little nun,
who fell down with a crash.
I laid her down on the grass
and took off her habit.
Stuff her up, cobbler,
stuff up her stocking!
Press the tired arse,
gentle partner,
press the tired arse,
sweet sergeant with the staff.
Balls of iron and cock of lead
and cunt of steel!

Superius:
Body against body without being greedy,
to love one another straight from the heart,
to do the deed always in secret:
this should be the custom of lovers.
Without demanding too great a reward,
but to come together joyously from time to time,
body against body. . .
There should be no dissembling in true love,
and each should behave in an honourable way.
A lover has nothing to do with money,
if he can keep his lady according to her humour.
Body against body.

Lick my ass nicely,
lick it nice and clean,
nice and clean, lick my ass.
That’s a greasy desire,
nicely buttered,
like the licking of roast meat, my daily activity.
Three will lick more than two,
come on, just try it,
and lick, lick, lick.
Everybody lick their ass for themselves.

Spiteful old hags, you are good for nothing,
Only for lying in wait in the thicket.
Beat, beat, beat with your canes,
Spiteful old hags, murderous and mad!

My dear Marquis,
You’ve insulted me,
A most impolite thing to do.
Though you were unkind,
I am too refined
To say what I think of you.
This delicate hand is so fine;
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah;
This foot of such tiny design,
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah;
My diction is perfection,
My bearing, my complexion–
You’ll never see such features
In a lady’s maid;
You’ll never see the charms
That you find here displayed.
You really must admit, in fact,
Your words were quite devoid of tact!
You’re amusing, ha, ha, ha,
You’re delightful, ha, ha, ha,
Can’t help laughing, ha, ha, ha,
Feeling spiteful, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha;
You’re amusing, ha, ha, ha,
You’re delightful, ha, ha, ha,
Can’t help laughing, ha, ha, ha,
Feeling spiteful, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha;
A comical mistake, Marquis.

Look at this profile,
In the Grecian style,
A beauty of classical charms,
With a perfect smile,
Full of youthful guile,
A Venus with both her arms.
Perhaps you should use a lorgnette
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,
To study my trim silhouette,
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,
It’s clear your eyes deceive you;
Of doubt let me relieve you:
You’re wrong to think that I’m
Your precious ladies’ maid;
Your mind is filled with visions of her, I’m afraid.
You think you see her face in me;
How wrong you are, my dear Marquis!
You’re amusing, ha, ha, ha,
You’re delightful, ha, ha, ha,
Can’t help laughing, ha, ha, ha,
Feeling spiteful, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha;
You’re amusing, ha, ha, ha,
You’re delightful, ha, ha, ha,
Can’t help laughing, ha, ha, ha,
Feeling spiteful, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha;
A comical mistake, Marquis, etc.

I got this feeling on the summer day when you were gone
I crashed my car into the bridge, I watched, I let it burn
I threw your shit into a bag and pushed it down the stairs
I crashed my car into the bridge

I don’t care, I love it, I don’t care

 (Your guess is as good as mine.)

 

I adore you, I embrace you, I desire you, I enchain you,
no more grieving, no more sorrow, O my dearest, O my beloved.
I am yours, O my love, tell me so, you are mine, mine alone,
O my love. Feel my heart, see my love, see. 

 

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