I am a Mecca for those with no agenda

Attention!                                                     (Attention!)
Nous sommes blesses,                            (We are injured,)
nous avons un homme,                            (We have a man,)
il s'appelle Jean-Michel.                             (He's called Jean-Michel.)
Sa jambe est cassee.                                   (His leg is broken.)
Avec une jeune fille,                                      (With a young girl,)
elle s'appelle Giselle.                                     (She's called Gisélle.)
C'est si belle.                                                    (She's so beautiful.)
ils montaient dans un arbre,                         (The climbed up a tree,)
pour faire l'amour,                                            (To make love,)
ils adoptaient la position missionnaire,      (They adopted the missionary position)
- c'est la plus populaire.                                   (- It's popular.)
Il est tombe.                                                          (He fell.)
sa jambe est casse.                                             (He broke his leg.)
Attention!                                                                 (Attention!)

Since you’ve been gone, I’ve been alone
Like an arm without a bone
Dangling limply like a phone that’s out of charge
Like Homer without Marge
Like an egg without a spoon
Like a dugong on the Moon
Like a clownfish without Nemo
Like Twilight without Emo
Like Hardy without Laurel
Like high ground without the moral
Like Disney without Walt
Like battery without assault
Like a pet shop without gerbils
Like Hitler without Göbbels
Running naked through a wedding
Driving fast, way out past Reading
Children slaughter kittens, playing with a nail gun…
Children’s laughter, kittens playing, Withnail and I, gone are these pleasures
Like a dilemma without the di
Just a lemma and a sigh
Like déjà without vu
I am nothing without you
Till the day that you come back
I’m like Whitney without crack.

All aspects of love- betrayal, hatred, and depression.

I was alone my heart was cold, it was a stone my soul was lonely like a stone - there was no moss
And when I danced I danced alone but then I did not dance because I *was* alone. So I did not dance
I shuffled through life invisible to all the happy couples who would mock me with their merry laughter - "ha-ha-ha"
The only sound I heard in my lonely silent world was the rusty hammer of my heart nailing at the hatred in my soul

But then you came, and my life was turned upside down
You showed me the beauty of the things that I had never seen
Like a snowflake that melts on the eyelash of a startled deer
Or the painting of a dog that wears a deerstalker and smokes a pipe that made you laugh so heartily, but I had previously thought was rubbish
Or the duck that lands so clumsily on a frozen pond in winter
but the intoxicating power of our love transforms this simple act into an anthropomorphic drama where Mr. Duck's embarrassed and the other ducks are laughing, quack quack quack quack quack,

AND THEN YOU LEFT!
And I have died a thousand deaths and I will die a thousand more!
I thought you were an angel - you turned out to be a whore!
And everything has turned to dust! Everything is infected with the plague!
Why did you have to sleep with Craig?
"Oh he's so sensitive, he's got a tattoo."
Yeah, carving your name with a compass in my forehead was not enough for you!

The snow flake on the eye of the deer has turned to puss that oozes from an open wound
The deer now blind it stumbles into a ravine
The duck lies shredded in a pancake, soaking in the hoisin of your lies
The dog has moved from the pipe to 60 cigarettes a day, and coughs away his life in the cold neon research lab of your betrayal.