Belle de Jour (Morning Glory)

My Deadbeat Valentine , U Bell are such an erotic psychological drama spiced with me. U Surreal indulge in vivid, kinky fantasies to entertain your sexual desires? My door is open, closed Belle slut!

Interestingly, neither of our craving hot & cold bodies, glowing souls & weary soles, knew that morning glory flowers symbolize deep emotional bonds, eternal love, hope, the drunk beauty of dawn, transformation & renewal. The flower's ability to open up at dawn represents the awakening of new possibilities & growth. Yet none of us believed that they also represent the fleeting nature of life & human resilience, shockingly, and that not only in Victorian times, can they epitomize mortality, love in vain, or even unreciprocated love, that they bloom in the morning and close by afternoon, adding exquisite charm to our weeded garden of terminal lust, oh, and that the so called morning glory erections happening first thing in the happy-go-lucky-fucky mourning are completely normal and actually an unmade bed sign of good health, emergency & urgency. Cheers!

The shooting star, you beg my pardon, beauty of the night, too cummmercially fallen, pardoned, Deneuve is a young and beautiful housewife who spends her midweek afternoons as a high-class prostitute under the catchy pseudonym "Belle de Jour", while her doctor husband is at jealousy & painwurk. Her nickname, "beauty of the day" is a both distinctively dignified & degenerate reference to the French name of the morning glory, you my gloomy Convolvulaceae, my dream flower that blooms only during the day, earning hard lots of her heart-won cash while the primitively hungry, harmless beast or its enfant terrible ghost glooms in the stable lovemare.

That I am the breathless House & you are the shoreless Beach? Yes, of inter-course, stormed, we are a disturbingly different Beach House melody! The heartcore collision & collusion of harmony are both enviable and inevitable. Because our Deep Love sea waves need the drowning House to live on the dead Beach! Because all the long overdue and overdone respect for the awesome skateboard, the classical sinemma, you know what I mean, wants me fortified & gratified to have you Belle as my publicized secret dream House Beach!

Me: Your sweetheart has an idea. Would you like to be called "Belle de Jour", not to miss me?

U: Belle de Jour? Morning Glory? My bloody Valentine, you really miss me, your dessert, Oasis? You’re still not bored, indeed.

Me: Yes, no, since you only cum careless & flavoured in the no-phun afternoons. Wanna get combed again, desert?

U: No! Yes, if you wish, controversial twin flame, bee. But don’t read too much into selling my vintage body & soul at face value, kay, libertine inmate?

Me: Sorry for asking this flowery indecency, my Deadbeat Valentine, but how the pluck or fukk can you lead this double life, follow this double love or laugh, feel me kind of deeply paperthin? Is that even pussyble from that afar, my poor scribing drudgery goddess?

U: Piece of cake, yours, without my cherry, my love, I’m an F active, err, defuctive masterpiece, some great sexorcism in surrealism. I’m just like you, cringing soulmate. Remaining chaste or chased in our so-so marriage is my life, my artwork, my top priority, honey!

Me: Excuse me deer, Misses De Neuf, I beg your pardon, cum again, I misunderstood all your checkerboard moves & blurry paintwork, as I never get bored, as I always splash the figure 8, no matter I’m not ex-cited or threeled???!!!

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Séverine Serizy is unable to share physical intimacy with her husband, Dr. Pierre Serizy, despite their love for each other. Her sexual life is restricted to elaborate fantasies involving domination, sadomasochism, and bondage. Although frustrated by his wife's frigidity toward him, he respects her wishes.

While visiting a ski resort, they meet two friends, Henri Husson and Renée. Séverine does not like Husson's manner and the way he looks at her. Back in Paris, Séverine meets up with Renée and learns that a common friend, Henriette, now works at a brothel. At her home, Séverine receives roses from Husson and is unsettled by the gesture. At the tennis courts, she meets Husson and they discuss Henriette and houses of pleasure. Husson mentions a high-class brothel to Séverine at 11 Cité Jean de Saumur. He also confesses his desire for her, but Séverine rejects his advances.

Haunted by childhood memories, including one involving a man who appears to touch her inappropriately, Séverine goes to the high-class brothel, which is run by Madame Anaïs, who names her "Belle de Jour." That afternoon Séverine services her first client. Reluctant at first, she responds to the "firm hand" of Madame Anaïs and has sex with the stranger. After staying away for a week, Séverine returns to the brothel and begins working from two to five o'clock each day, returning to her unsuspecting husband in the evenings. One day, Husson comes to visit her at home, but Séverine refuses to see him. Still, she fantasizes about having sex with him in her husband's presence. At the same time, Séverine's physical relationship with her husband is improving and she begins having sex with him.

Séverine becomes involved with a young criminal, Marcel, who offers her the kind of thrills and excitement of her fantasies. One day, Husson visits the brothel and discovers Séverine, who asks him not to tell her husband about her secret life. He agrees and rejects her services, stating he is no longer attracted to her. Séverine decides to leave the brothel, with Madame Anaïs' blessing as she believes it is due to Marcel becoming increasingly jealous and demanding. After one of his associates follows Séverine to her home, Marcel visits her and threatens to reveal her secret to her husband. Séverine pleads with him to leave, which he does, referring to her husband as "the obstacle".

Marcel waits downstairs for Pierre to return home and shoots him three times. Marcel then flees but is shot dead by police. Séverine's husband survives but is left in a coma. The police are unable to find a motive for the attempted murder. Sometime later Séverine is at home taking care of Pierre, who is now paralyzed, blind and in a wheelchair. Husson visits Pierre to tell him the truth about his wife's secret life; she does not try to stop him. After Husson leaves, Séverine returns to see Pierre crying. In an ambiguous ending which is hinted to be another of her fantasies, Pierre then gets out of the wheelchair, pours himself a drink and discusses holiday plans with Séverine.

We are generally considered a surprisingly revealing & seemingly personal interstellar venture into the brazen world of eroticism & its decent soul deviances. It's a truly surrealistic sexercise in ambiguity, fantasy, & reality. The phine line of cosmic & orgasmic distance that separates them and us is blurred so much that the infamously miss-terra-ous ending will have universal critics arguing for timeless decades over its dreadful meaning. Experience is not bliss.

The divinely epic fantasy sequences are signaled or wonderwalled by the sound of carriage bells, just like the bell shape of you my Belle flower being carried away. That by the end of this unscripted reality show, this live love performance, the excited viewer is no longer able to differentiate between what is another one of your fantasies, or mine, and what is reality. Bee-ing at a loss and misbeehiving a lot, we have to admit to not knowing ourselves. The real and imaginary fuse, for us they form the same thing. The perfectly real melonaire question is if we, not you, not me, have a neatly short fuse, or if we blow a long fuse gloriously. Since the beautiful flowers face and follow the sun, morning glories bring about the Resurrection. Sometimes, they represent an unyielding love that can overcome all challenges, and at other times they've been known to embody unrequited love, the death knell. It’s a luxurious concept of duality right there, like it were black when it’s white, and it’s black no matter it’s white. It’s worse than a silent noise. Each of their chiming colours is a different dictatorship our individual freedoms can afford. Yet one thing is clear, dear bell, you will French me in the afterlie, the hospice hostess hell, when somebody behind the sorry-scenes suddenly breaks a glass to vent their heavenly anger before the truly overwhelming sadness seeps in our cherished feelings!

Beach House - Once Twice Melody (Lyrics)

Out in the summer sun
She was the only one
Days go by, in her eyes
Belle de jour in front of me

No matter where you go
There'll always be your shadow
Lalala, days go by, lalala, in her eyes
Once, twice, melody

The purple on the vine
The velveteen tree line
Nights fly by, in her mind
All along the boulevard

She tries to understand
A never never land
Lalala, across thе room, lalala, sweet perfume
The sun, thе moon, the raindrops too

Ba da da da da, ba da da da daaaa
Lalala, days go by, lalala, in her eyes
Once, twice, melody
Ba da da da da, ba da da da daaaa
Lalala, days go by, lalala, in her eyes
Once, twice, melody

BEACH HOUSE - ONLY YOU KNOW (LYRIC ANIMATION)

Don't blink

I saw you standing there
With the sunshine in your hair

You come to my window
You tell me you're high
Where do all the friends go when the fantasies die
Only you know

Don't blink

You were sweet like a candy cane
I didn't even know your name

You tell me you're leaving, you tell me you're gone
But you always stay until you hear your song
I go along

In the summer blaze
Under melting days
All tomorrow's skies
Feel it every time
On my way to you
On my way to you

Don't blink

And while those days are gone
Do you know you were the only one?

Every disaster comes faster and faster
And everyone says it was fun while it lasted
It went right past us

In the summer blaze
Under melting days
All tomorrow's skies
Feel it every time
On my way to you
On my way to you

BEACH HOUSE - RUNAWAY (LYRIC ANIMATION)

My little runaway
Your heart can't take the games you play
It cuts you like a razor blade
My little runaway

The night has just begun
Can you cover what you're hiding from?
Something beautiful and dangerous
What we keep close to us

My little runaway
I wonder where you are
Will you be back someday?
My little runaway

I wonder where you are
Are you sliding down the tops of cars?
Your hair melting into silver stars
May you never go too far

My little runaway
Your heart can't take the games you play
It cuts you like a razor blade
You need to run away

My littlе runaway
I wonder where you arе
Will you be back someday?
My little runaway

BEACH HOUSE - NEW ROMANCE (LYRIC ANIMATION)

Days go by, no reply, the smoke high on the avenue
You and I, know that you're not going to leave it anyway

Pick me up, I know you're close
The headlights running down the wall

Last night, I'm messing up
Now I feel like dressing up
ILYSFM

Take my chances, new romances, eyes roll on the avenue
Left on red, daylight moving backwards, because you're off again

Can you fly, higher than a hawk flies
In a black-star sky

Last night, I'm messing up
Now I feel like dressing up
ILYSFM

Block after block
With the speakers up

Night after night
We say our goodbyes

My love drips in red, out of my mind at the edge of the sky
You feel your heart break and you don't know why
You're somebody else, somebody new

Fuck it you said, It's beginning to look like the end
So sick of swimming, I'm in over my head
No wrong or right, I know it's true

Last night, I'm messing up
Now I feel like dressing up

Last night, I'm messing up
Now I feel like dressing up

BEACH HOUSE - HURTS TO LOVE (LYRIC ANIMATION)

Lookin' out at the wide, wild world
It's a lot for the boys and girls
There's a lot of bad things out there
When they nod and they just don't care
You've got imagination

If it hurts to love
Better do it anyway

A friend of mine is a friend of yours
It's a gift but it's always a curse
To go on without it
You caught a ride from a bad, bad heart
It's the thing that tears you apart
It's got to come from something

If it hurts to love you
Should I walk away?

If it hurts to love
You better do it anyway
If it hurts too much
Well, I loved you anyway

Lookin' out at the wide, wild world
It's a lot for the boys and girls
You carve it out of a bad, bad heart
It's the thing that tears us apart

If it hurts to love
You better do it anyway

BEACH HOUSE - ESP (LYRIC ANIMATION)

What everybody knows
Not everybody shows

You caught me looking over
Tears were in your eyes
What cuts you, makes you bolder
Could you read my mind?

What everybody knows
Not everybody shows

Look around, little one
All this writing on the wall
You know it comes
When you start to fall

What makes someone a stranger?
Is it someplace you won't go?
Somewhere you could get faded
Some way to keep you close

What everybody knows
Not everybody shows

Here you are, damage done
Pointless aiming in the dark
You will know when it comes
Stick around, little one
All the writings on the wall
You know it comes
When you start to fall

BEACH HOUSE - OVER AND OVER (LYRIC ANIMATION)

When the lights go down
And divide the day
Out of nothing comes the moonglow
And all that is left (and all that is left)
Around you
When all the lights go down

One by one, they open
Forever and ever
All the little angels descend

A flicker in the sky
Reflects the dying light
Wherever you may go, a halo
And all that is lit (and all that is lit)
Surrounds you
As all the lights go down

One by one, they open
Forever and ever
All the little angels again

Lilac, lily, anemone in poses
Soft, frail and blue, the violets too, and roses

All the little angels
Forever and ever
One by one, they open
Over and over again

And so, these days, go (over and over)
To each, that follows
The night, that has no end (over and over)
Will be the last, my friend
And so, these days, go (over and over)
To each, that follows
The night, that has no end (over and over)
Will be the last, my friend

Over and over
Over and over
Over and over
Over and over

BEACH HOUSE - THE BELLS (LYRIC ANIMATION)

I can't live without you, I'll be the last one at the bar
There's just something about you when I look out at the stars
There's a road between us, nothing too profound
And that is what took us, not the other way around

The way that blue, she cuts right through
And so the stars are breaking hearts
Like the bells
They ring out all the same

Something somebody told me, think the plane is going down
You can't take it with you, so let me buy you the next round
Whenever you were driving, I'd put my feet up on the dash
I'd imagine stories about everywhere we'd pass

The cars, the bars, the lies, the girls on Mars, the superstars
Are like the bells
They ring out all the same

And maybe one day
You'll hear them singing
You'll step outside and they'll be ringing

The cars, the bars, the lies, the girls on Mars, the superstars
Are like the bells
They ring out all the same

BEACH HOUSE - MODERN LOVE STORIES (LYRIC ANIMATION)

Cleopatra's portrait, In the bathroom line
All the parties ended with a lust for life
A dark mouth surrounds us, into the stardust

I stand before the ending, carousel ascending
The end is the beginning, beginning to an ending
Like the cells dividing, zeroes multiplying

You tell me it existed, as you lie beside me
From the early wars, to modern love stories
I reach into the darkness, the universe collects us