Cage The Elephant Love Quotes

A Baby Elephant Right now my love for you is a baby elephant Born in Berlin or in Paris, And treading with its cushioned feet Around the zoo director's house. Do not offer it French pastries, Do not offer it cabbage heads, It can eat only sections of tangerines, Or lumps of sugar and pieces of candy. Don't cry, my sweet, because it will be put Into a narrow cage, become a joke for mobs, When salesman blow cigar smoke into its trunk To the cackles of their girl friends. Don't imagine, my dear, that the day will come When, infuriated, it will snap its chains And rush along the streets, Crushing howling people like a bus. No, may you dream of it at dawn, Clad in bronze and brocade and ostrich feathers, Like that magnificent beast which once Bore Hannibal to trembling Rome.

The definition of beauty is badly stuck in a triangular cage. 1. Puffy lips look like a bad version of duck lips. 2. big breasts like watermelon and 3. heavy bum like an elephant. The gentle expression of praising the beauty is also vanished, Now everything is sexy. It means influencing sex desire only, nothing more, just one feeling nothing more.

The only thing between Lilly and the elephant was a rope, hanging across the front of the two-sided stall. A heavy chain wrapped around the elephant's back ankle, then attached to a thick stake in the ground. Looking up at the powerful beast, the walled-in feeling of being locked in her room returned, and the heavy, horrible ache of missing home. The sensations were so strong they nearly brought her to her knees. It was almost as if she could feel the elephant's misery, like she had with the lion, except this time, there was something else too, something that felt like tenderness. Was it possible that this powerful animal cared about people, even after everything they had done to it, even after they had caged it, tied it in ropes and chains, and forced it to perform? Lilly's eyes grew moist. More than anything, she wanted to go into the stall and comfort the elephant, to stroke its head and explain she understood what it felt like to be held prisoner, and to still love someone who hurt you. But she didn't dare.

The definition of beauty is badly stuck in a triangular cage. 1. Puffy lips look like a bad version of duck lips 2. Extra big artificial breasts like ugly plastic balloons 3. heavy big bum like an elephant The gentle expression of praising the beauty is also vanished, Now everything is sexy. It means influencing sex desire only, nothing more, just one feeling nothing more.

Shake Me Down" Shake me down, Not a lot of people left around, Who knows now, Softly laying on the ground, ooooh Not a lot people left around, ooooh. ooooh In my life, I have seen, People walk into the sea, Just to find memories, Plagued by constant misery, Their eyes cast down, Fixed upon the ground, Their eyes cast down I'll keep my eyes fixed on the sun Shake me down, Cut my hair on a silver cloud, Broken sound, Softly laying on the ground, ooooh Not a lot people left around, ooooh, ooooh In my past, bittersweet, There's no love between the sheets, Taste the blood, broken dreams, Lonely times indeed, With eyes cast down, Fixed upon the ground, Eyes cast down I'll keep my eyes fixed on the sun Turn back now its time for me to let go, Way down had to find a place to lay low, Lampshade turned around into a light post Walk around the corner, Never saw it coming still, I try to make a move, It almost stopped me from belief, I don't wanna know the future, But I'm like rolling thunder, Even on a cloudy day, Even on a cloudy day, Even on a cloudy day, Even on a cloudy day, Even on a cloudy day, Even on a cloudy day, Even on a cloudy day, I'll keep my eyes fixed on the- I'll keep my eyes fixed on the- I'll keep my eyes fixed on the sun Shake me down, Not a lot of people left around, ooooh, ooooh

You people were already killing each other like animals.” "You love to think that everything you put in a cage is an animal. But I know there's no cage that will hold me if you call my people animals again.

He threw Scholscher a challenging glance. The major was thinking of the motives that could drive a man like Haas to live alone for twenty-five years among the elephants of Lake Chad. It was again that spark of misanthropy which most people carry in them, a presentiment of some different and better company than their own kind, a spark that sometimes blazes up and takes astonishing, unpredictable and explosive forms. He thought also of the old Chinese who never move without their pet grasshoppers, of the Tunisians who take their caged birds to the cafe with them, and of Colonel Babcock who spent hours with his eyes fixed on a jumping bean, which kept him company. He was slightly astonished to hear that Haas believed in God — there seemed to be a contradiction there; it’s true, he thought, taking a pull at his pipe, that God hasn’t got a cold muzzle a man can touch when he feels lonely, that one can’t stroke Him behind the ears, that He doesn’t wag His tail at the sight of you every morning, and that you cannot catch sight of Him trotting over the hills with His ears flapping and His trunk in the air. One can’t even hold Him in one’s hand like a nice warm pipe, and since a spell on earth after all lasts fifty or sixty years, it’s perfectly understandable that people should end by buying themselves a pipe or a jumping bean.

Raising Hands Raising Hell Raise ’Em High”—The Wind & The Wave “Jailhouse Rock”—Elvis Presley “My Girl”— The Temptations “Burnin’ Love”—Elvis Presley “Ticking Bomb”— Aloe Blacc “Lovers in a Dangerous Time”— Barenaked Ladies “Sail”—Awolnation “Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked”—Cage the Elephant