Brilliantlove Page #3
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My clit is throbbing.
What the f*** are you doing?
F*** off.
Cock.
Sorry, baby.
Noon!
Noon!
Noon!
Noon.
Noon?
Noon.
Noon!
Where the hell is she?
I don't know.
Manchester, we've got to get going.
No way.
I'm not going anywhere
till she comes back.
Why don't we all go back
and see if she turns up?
If she doesn't, none of us will go.
Manchester.
Right.
Noon.
Noon!
# Hello, hello, hello
# Hello, hello, hello
# Here we are
# Moving
# Moving on
# Hello, hello, hello
# Hello
Manchester?
# Here we are
# Moving
# Moving on
# All the gold and the guns in the world
# Couldn't get you off
# All the gold and the guns
and the girls
Ladies and gentlemen,
I give you Manchester.
Congratulations on the show.
Very impressive.
Thanks.
So spontaneous, so subversive.
Thank you.
Your photographs are amazing, so raw.
What's your technique?
His technique is an absence
of technique.
His eyes are the lens.
Would you say your images
are in any way impudent?
I don't even know what that means.
It's just a young couple
in love making love.
I told you, didn't I?
What did I tell you?
You are a f***ing star.
# Is it ever gonna be enough?
# Is it ever gonna be enough?
# Is it ever gonna be enough?
Noon.
You made it.
We waited for you as long as we could.
Why are you dressed like a twat?
I'm not a twat.
I'm an artist.
No, seriously, I'm an artist.
Come and see.
Smack!
What?
Noon.
Noon.
Noon.
Don't go, please.
Go f***ing die!
F*** it.
Cock!
Ladies and hermaphrodites,
can I have your attention please?
Thanks for f***ing coming
and looking at f***ing photographs
of my f***ing dick,
you f***ing twats.
Now I suggest we all get naked
and wrestle like Greeks.
Bravo.
Remember, ladies,
this is where champagne comes from.
Bravo!
What the f*** are you doing?
What the f***?
You f***ing f***er.
Hey, hey, hey!
Manchester, calm down,
These are f***ing amazing,
some of the best yet.
I didn't even f***ing take them.
Splash!
Sorry, mister.
I was just looking
for somewhere to sleep.
Come on.
Ugh.
F***ing hell.
Ugh.
I feel like a severed limb,
like an open sore that will not heal.
Can I speak to Noon, please?
No.
Can you give her these then?
You sick little bastard!
Don't you ever come back here!
What have you done, Dad?
What's going on, Noon?
I'm a taxidermist.
You're keeping dead animals
in my freezer
next to my fish fingers
and then bloody stuffing them?
Not stuffing them.
Taxidermy means "to rearrange skin. "
If this has got anything
to do with Manchester,
I'll rearrange his skin.
In fact, I'll tear the bastard
a new a**hole.
I will!
F*** off!
The press have gone mad.
They f***ing love you.
Come on, kid. Pull up your pants.
I don't give a sh*t.
But this is art, Manchester.
F*** art.
F*** you.
Here.
Sold.
Every single one.
Your mum used to say
love is like a bird.
Hold it too tight, and you'll crush it.
Hold it too loose, and it'll fly away.
# She walked in with sadness in her eyes
# I could tell she'd been
sleeping with the stars
# Well, hello
# I am Dawn
# Yes, I've seen you around
# And I just live down from here
# And she has a dad she does not know
# Who sends her letters
with no return address
# I don't know his name
# He don't know my face
# I am better off this way
What the f***?
Manchester!
Manchester!
Manchester!
Manchester! Manchester!
You f***ing dick.
I miss you beside me.
I don't know what it is about you.
You make me feel all funny inside.
You make my soul come out of hiding.
You have a special place in my heart.
Baby, I love you.
No one is ever going to love
you more than I do.
# I could never break your heart
break your heart again
# Listen to me
# I could never break your heart
# I could never break your heart again
# Listen to this song
# Listen to this song
# Oh
# I could never break your heart
# I could try but never
get too far again
# No
# Listen to me
# I could never break your heart
# I could try but never get too far
# Listen to this song
# Oh
# Oh, oh
# Oh, oh
# Oh, oh
# I could never break your heart
break your heart again
# I could never break your heart
# I could try but wouldn't get too far
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