any true tragedian would know about the passing of moments. an intense fit of indignation would, at times, make us wish far more than just to scream bloody murder. however, coming down from high dudgeon, we become aware easily that the once-raw moment takes a turn not only on the uneventful but comedic. today i am laughing out loud at, and finding hilarious, something that once made me want genuinely to poison somebody's dinner.Something That You Saidby The Beautiful South, from the album 0898the perfect love song – it has no words, it only has death threats. and you can tell a classic ballad by how threatening it gets. so, if you walk into your house and she's cutting up your mother, she's only trying to tell you that she loves you like no other. no other, she loves you like no other.the only emotions that i know are love and hate; and she's chopping, and she's changing, and it's making you afraid. i said, “close your eyes and imagine that i'm nice”. she'll kiss you, or she'll kill you, but you'll just have to wait.because some things that i do make you go blue, and something that you said made me go red.the perfect love has no emotions, it only harbors doubt. and, if she fears your intentions, she will cut you out. so do not raise your voice, and do not shake your fist – just pass her the carving knife if that's what she insists. insists, if that's what she insists.a hate tattoo on my brain and a love one on my heart: i'd love to hate you like i love you, and just tear your dreams apart. i said, “close your eyes and imagine that i'm nice”; Cupid's arrow looking more like Cupid's poisoned dart.because some things that i do make you go blue, and something that you said made me go red.because some things that i do make you go blue, and something that you said made me go red.the perfect kiss is dry as sand and doesn't take your breath. the perfect kiss is with the boy that you've just stabbed to death. ...is with the boy that you've just stabbed to death. ...is with the boy that you've just stabbed to death.