08-03-2005, 08:24 AM
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Heliotrope
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Plato's Origin of Love
but, if you want the cooler version, listen to Origin of Love from the Hedwig and the Angry Inch soundtrack.
Quote:
The Origin Of Love
When the earth was still flat and the clouds made of fire,
And mountains stretched up to the sky, sometimes higher.
Folks roamed the earth like big rolling kegs.
They had two sets of arms, they had two sets of legs.
They had two faces peering out of one giant head
So they could watch all around them as they talked while they read.
And they never knew nothing of love.
This was before the origin of love.
The origin of love.
And there were three sexes then,
One that looked like two men glued up back to back,
Called the children of the sun.
And similar in shape and girth were the children of the earth.
They looked like two girls rolled up in one.
And the children of the moon were like a fork shoved on a spoon.
They were part sun, part earth, part daughter, part son.
The origin of love.
Now the gods grew quite scared of our strength and defiance
And Thor said, "I'm gonna kill them all with my hammer, like I killed the giants."
But Zeus said, "No. You better let me use my lightening like scissors.
Like I cut the legs off the whales, and dinosaurs into lizards."
And then he grabbed up some bolts, he let out a laugh,
Said, "I'll split them right down the middle. Gonna cut them right up in half."
And then storm clouds gathered above into great balls of fire.
And then fire shot down from the sky in bolts
Like shining blades of a knife.
And it ripped right through the flesh
Of the children of the sun, and the moon, and the earth.
And some Indian god sewed the wound up into a hole,
Pulled it round to our belly to remind up the price we pay.
And Osiris and the gods of the Nile gathered up a big storm
To blow a hurricane, to scatter us away,
In a flood of wind and rain, a sea of tidal waves,
To wash us all away
And if we don't behave they'll cut us down again
And we'll be hopping around on one foot and looking through one eye.
Last time I saw you we had just split in two.
You were looking at me, I was looking at you.
You had a way so familiar, but I could not recognize,
Cause you had blood on your face; I had blood in my eyes.
But I could swear by your expression that the pain down in your soul
Was the same as the one down in mine.
That's the pain cuts a straight line down through the heart;
We call it love.
So we wrapped our arms around each other,
Trying to shove ourselves back together.
We were making love, making love.
It was a cold, dark evening, such a long time ago,
When by the mighty hand of Jove,
It was a sad story how we became lonely two-legged creatures.
It's the story of the origin of love.
That's the origin of love.
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I don't know what I believe. I'd like to think that there are such things as soulmates, but it seems too squishy.
I do believe in the ability for one person to make you (want to) believe that you're soulmates though. I've got that one down pat.
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