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Tag: Metaphors
I’m putty, just putty, that’s me
The paramedics are gonna have to come to get my foot outta my mouth
You can be a man armed with only a fork in a land of soup
She was giving me the kind of look I could feel in my hip pocket (!)
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Ils tombent tous comme des mouches
They’re falling around like dead flies
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Nous parlons avec du plomb, ami
We deal in lead, friend
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Vous êtes cons comme des balais
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I’m gonna suck your brain dry
What is love ? Love is the morning and the evening star. It shines upon the cradle of the babe, and sheds its radiance upon the quiet tomb. (Sinclair Lewis)
One minute you’re a howling banshee, the next minute you’re cold potatoes
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Comme dans un châtaignier
Feed this girl a cucumber, it would come out pickled
I’m a poached egg without a piece of toast
(George and Ira Gerschwin)
You teenage wolf! you male Lolita!
Pa’ used to say : “Love is kind of like the measles : you only get it once ; the older you are the tougher it goes. “
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Ses larmes coulaient comme une rivière
And her tears flowed like wine
Yes, her tears flowed like wine
She’s a real sad tomato
She’s a busted Valentine
Knows her mama done told her
That her man is darned unkind
(And Her Tears Flowed Like Wine, lyrics by Joe Greene, music by Stan Kenton and Charles Lawrence, 1944)
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Il verse son thé
— What’s an onanist?
— He… Let’s see. He pours his own… tea. […] On a daily basis, he creams his own eclair. He is Romeo and Juliet.
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Y a des femmes arrondies, comme une guitare
You sound like a dog with peanut butter on the roof of your mouth
That idea ain’t worth a velvet painting of a whale and a dolphin getting it on.
