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I’m gonna drown...
Vorrei bere l'acqua del Diavolo con te
Pour me a cup
Sunday Six
An excerpt from a 00Q fic whishaw-bradshaw and I have started writing, entitled Devil's Water. In short - vampires.
Squaring his shoulders, Q slowly extracted his arm from Bond's grip. “Zero, I believe, is a number. A number, which, I believe, I already told you. And in case you need it in another form: none. My diet does not require feeding from the populous. So I am sorry to inform you that murder does not fit into my lifestyle, and therefore, you will not need to make any concessions or alterations to your present state of affairs.”
In case you ever want to write a fic with some serious mental fuckery.
Devil's Water. Take a sip from the devil's water then you might become his daughter. He'll take you through sounds and sights, think about these when your memories right. Take a sip from the devil's wine, come on darling, he says its fine. Peer pressure and the midnight sky, only makes sense to forget tonight. He'll be grinning away, nothings gonna save you might as well embrace through how he's gonna play soon, its same thing every weekend, praying for a godsend, protection put on suspend. Drink up, drink up, the devil's waters calling you. Drink up, drink up and hope that you wake up next to somebody you wanted to. Going out and getting stranger, not that you've been put in danger, week in week out, sexual favour. This is all on you, night time ranger. This is not a call for you to stop you at all, merely just an observation coming from a fool - You've never had it bad, but now you're going mad, the devil's got you in his sights and now you're getting sad. You're crying on the floor, no one hears your cry at all. Blame it on the devil's water. And now you're being sick, try to sober up quick, blame it on the devil's water. You got yourself into such a mess. Woke up and said you'll never do it again. Drink up, drink up, the devil's waters calling you. Drink up, drink up and hope that you wake up next to somebody you wanted to. How many times does it take to realise that your sobering eyes scream - where the fuck am I? Got yourself in such a mess, you couldn't even take a cab cos you didn't know your address. You'll wake up in such distress, the devil's water made it difficult to assess your situation - you're never complacent, searching for a prettier face but never with a reason, it must be mating season - blame it on the devil's water.
Rennie Foster - Devil's Water (Original Mix)