World According To Manchesterpaul

ROMANCE (do you fit the right description?)

The Baiting, Dating
Waiting, Mating Game
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More than four hours since we started, can't take another night like this
You'd think by now we would have discarded courting games and dirty tricks
Are you scared being made a fool of ?, your winding ways suggest the truth
Daren't you risk being made a fool of ?, clinging to the rituals
And all these shallow things you ask me, by chance extracted out of lists ?

We want the pleasure of our bodies
Why must we go through all of this ?

Your closet questions are the oddest, like some trainee analyst
I've thought of better things to chew on while you make believe our bodies don't exist
Maybe you see us as a contest ?, the winner tells the biggest lies
I see you see us as a contest and guess who's referee and prize ?

Bothered by some tribal view
Dare you risk being made a fool of now your numb with dope and booze ?
So sad, let's dance, the best we can

It's gone five hours since we started, won't last another night like this
I'd hoped we'd have disregarded protocol and artifice
Still afraid being made a fool of, scared to death by our mystique

We want the pleasure of our bodies
Why must we crawl through all of this ?

She sits alone waiting for suggestions, he's so nervous avoiding all the questions
His lips are dry, her heart is gently pounding
Don't you just know, exactly what they're thinking ?

If you want my heart and body, come on let me know
If you really need me, just reach out and touch me, come on tell me so

He's acting shy, looking for an answer, come on let's spend the night together
His heart's beating like a drum, because at last he's got this girl home
Relax baby, now we're all alone

Come on angel my heart's on fire, don't deny our desire
Spread your wings and let me come inside, just let your inhibitions run wild
The secret is about to unfold, upstairs before the night is too old
Because tonight's the night, it's gonna be alright

They wake at dawn as all the birds are singing
Two total strangers, but that ain't what they're thinking
Outside it's cold, it's misty and it's raining
They've got each other, neither one's complaining
At first glance the following may seem to suggest i'm saying two people can't love each other exclusively. This is not the case. I'm merely pointing out that we are capable of loving more than one person. It is only social conditioning that dictates otherwise. After all, on the whole most people feel equal love for both their parents.

As for marriage, surely if a couple stay together in the absence of legal binds, It is proof of their genuine love. You only have to take into account the staggering divorce statistics and spousal battery and abuse. To see that marriage in the majority of cases is not working or is a sham. How many people have spent their lives having fought till death us do part, usually in the presence of children ?.
It's escapism of a feeble kind
A messed up institution for messed up minds
Holy matrimony is a blissful myth
Wholly based on tradition, wholly based on illusion
Think you love each other ?, think you're so in touch ?
But it's the institution you love so much
Is your caring so stifled, so perverted and sick ?
That it needs vows and duties so that it won't slip ?
You make your 'love' secure, but what of respect ?
Does it only exist as another truth to forget ?
So, your limited caring is the best you can give
Smeared with lies and traditions behind which you live
The true romance is the ideal oppression
That you seek, you dream of, that you look for in the streets
That you find in the magazines, the cinema, the glossy shops
And the music spins you round looking for the props

The silken robe, the perfect little ring
That gives you the illusion when it doesn't mean a thing
Step outside into the street and staring from the wall
Is perfection of the happiness that makes you feel so small

Romance, do you dance ?, do you fit the right description?
Do you love me ?, do you love me ?, do you want me for your own ?
Say you love me, say you love me, say you know that i'm the one
Tell me i'm your everything, let us build a home
We can build a house for two with little ones to follow
Proof of our normality that justifies tomorrow
We can leave the world behind and make it just for two

Love don't make the world go round it holds it right in place
Keeps us thinking love's too pure to see another face
Love's another skin-trap, another social weapon
Another way to make men slaves and women at their beckon
Love's another sterile gift, another trash condition
That keeps us seeking just the one and others not existing

Woman is a holy myth, a gift of man's expression
She's sweet, defenceless, golden-eyed, a gift of god's repression
If we didn't have these codes for love, of tokens and positions
We'd find ourselves as lovers still, not tokens of possesion

It's a natural, it's a romance without the power and the greed
We can fight to lift the cover if you want to sow the seed
Do you love me ?, do you ?, do you ?, don't you see they aim to smother ?
The actual possibilities of loving all the others
Set in little pockets of isolation
There's other ways of living than in supergloo pairs

She cleans the bathroom mirror so she can line her eyes
An expert in delusion, an artist in disguise
She's not content with what she is but she does the best she can
She doesn't do it for herself, she does it for her man

She switches on the telly, it makes her feel secure
Helps confirm her way of life, who needs to ask for more
She sees the happy family, wife and hubby on the screen
The perfect social unit, just like it's always been

She's done the very best she can to love and honour and obey her man
And if she should ever doubt the wisdom of her choice
She can turn to television for it's moderating voice
The ads and weekly series are the proof she needs
That a life of boredom outweighs the deeds

A whitewash on reality to hide the truth they lack
The object unsoiled is packed ready and waiting
For the moment of truth in this spiritual mating
To be owned, to be cherished, to be taken for the naming

The public are shocked by the state of society
But as for you, you're a breath of purity
Well don't give me your morals, they're filth in my eyes
You can pack them away with the rest of your lies

Your painted mask of ugly perfection
The ring on your finger, the sign of protection
Is the rape on page three, is the soldiers obsession
How well you've been taught to support your oppression

They say forget yourself, adorn with this disguise
Is your reflection all that you will recognize ?
That cruel lie will stare you in the face
Wrapped up in haze and flow of bridal gown

One husband, one wife, sordid sequences in brilliant life
Supports and props and punctuation to our flowing realities and realisations
We're talking with words that have been used before
To set out the rules of this ludricous game
And it's played very carefully, a delicate balance

Your bondages of silky robes and lace
Are the layers of precious imitation worn

What vision is left and is anyone asking ?
She's a berketex bride, briBe.
For Life, Love, Peace, Justice and Truth.

Continued in Love ( true of course )

Flow Back To The Heart