I love how Led Zeppelin songs have no moderation

zeppelinnsatan:

It’s either

"Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear"

OR

"Squeeze me, babe, ‘till the juice runs down my leg Do, squeeze, squeeze me, baby, until the juice runs down my leg The way you squeeze my lemon-a I’m gonna fall right outta bed, ‘ed, ‘ed, bed, yeah"

It’s like Robert Plant has only two modes: Poetic and horny.