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Tricky's song 'Suffocated Love'
was inspired
by a Sonnet of William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
as he
said
in an interview once:
>>On
the far wall a Method Man sticker is holding
up a photocopy of Shakespeare's
sonnet 138...
He tells me
it's the inspiration for Maxinquaye's
spellbinding 'Suffocated Love'<<
(Spin 96)
But read and compare yourself:
William Shakespeare - Sonnet 138
When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutor'd youth,
Unlearned in the world's false subtleties.Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue:
On both sides thus is simple truth supprest.But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O, love's best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love loves not to have years told:Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be.
Tricky - Suffocated Love
It's too good, it's too nice
She makes me feel it's too quick
Is it love? No not love
She turns my sexual tricks
She says she's mine, I know she lies
First, I scream, then I cry
You take a second of me
You beckon, I'll bleed
She suffocates me
She suffocates me with suggestions
I asked 'do you feel the same?'
And later on, maybe
I'll tell you my real name
She's so good, she's so bad
You understand, I can't expand
Now I could just kill a man
She's on her knees, I say please
I cross her city lines, she's got brown eyesI think ahead of you, I think instead of you
Will you spend your life with me
And stifle me?
I know why the caged bird sings, I know whyForgive and you're forgiven
Kingdom come
Can you wait for yours
I need to taste some
Life's really funny
I laugh while she spends my money
She's my freak
I guess I'm weak
You ask what is this?
Mind your business
I pass idle days with my idle ways
'Til the twelfth of always
She walks my hallways
I keep her warm, but we never kiss
She cuts my slender wrists
Let's waste some more time
I sign the dotted line
A different level
She-devilI think ahead of you, I think instead of you
Will you spend your life with me
And stifle me?
I know why the caged bird sings, I know whyYou ask what is this?
Mind your business
I pass idle days with my idle ways
'Til the twelfth of always
She walks my hallways
I keep her warm but we never kiss
She says I'm weak and immature
But it's cool
I know what money's for
Push comes to shove
Her tongue's her favourite weapon on attack
I slap her back, she mostly hates meI think ahead of you, I think instead of you
Will you spend your life with me
And stifle me?
I know why the caged bird sings, I know whyCan I take off your clothes
Before we go out
And when you're helpless
I'll scream and shout
We finish everyday
Well, anyway
Sixty-nine degrees
My head's between her knees.
You ask what is this?
Mind your businessIt's too good, it's too nice
She makes me feel it's too quick
Is it love? No not love
She turns my sexual tricks
She says she's mine, I know she lies
First, I scream, then I cry
Take a second of me
You beckon, I'll bleed
Take a second of meI think ahead of you, I think instead of you
Will you spend your life with me
And stifle me?
I know why the caged bird sings, I know why
I know why the caged bird sings, I know why
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