Girls

 

My Girls

Jonna

Don't know what a * she's doing and saying'

Sam's shity job with you'

What she´s going to do with his pants.

Its good.

Who´s there´

Anette       Anette Anette

Nina

A new adventure is about to begin for you. The Caribbean Sea. How do you feel about it' What's your vision and what are your perspectives for this adventure at Loons' What's running in your thoughts at the moment´ 

You'll be awakening the mornings first rays of light and the breakfasts. After the tasty wake up you'll be fishing and cooking the meals for the uninvited guests. In the afternoons the uninvited guests will be trading pearls and other treasures with you in your work time breaks. In the evenings, time for an exchange of words with friends and to enjoy the wonders of the sea, sky and rest. 

Good night.

Eva

Questions

Are you here, reading my pumpkin things on this blog and not on another´

Did you receive my email´ And some messages on the Instagram´

Does Sam have your passwords and access to your social media and mind´

Is he hiding me from you´ Are you on his blog or on mine´

You´re going to do this.

Eva

NGR

And this.

Eva

Eva

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Don´t know where da fuck she woke up this morning. It was 8 in the morning. She hates me. Good, I like it.

How much time are you going to stay at the airport in Amsterdam'.

No flights to Poland from Boston for Vilk. It's understood. 

Mum don´t have a place for a dog at her house´

Vilk's ticket is missing' You lost the ticket between a door and the blue hand in one of your training runs' Look under your socks and under your trousers, the ticket may be there. 

Do you have anything booked in Germany?

Yeah, Satellites' Crew´

You went there to pay a visit to your Friends. An excuse, a gain of time and distraction to hide and to buy 👽. Did you buy 👽´

The oil, it will be hard to get it out. You said it and you´ll say it again.

When she opened the door there was someone´s poop on the floor. Whose poop was it´

Are you selling the house' Do you have your papers in order'

Did you made any decision' What are you going to do' Where are going to stay and live. Are you going somewhere' Is anybody there'?

For sure a lot of things to think about and to do. 

Butt please with a companion and in a house far from the civilization.

Nevaeh

You're going nowhere. You're going to stay with your parents.

The lights are there. In you.

You are still young, and you have all the time in the world to grow, to learn, to live things and then you'll think about something, about your life and future. To make choices and take decisions.

Stay there as long as you can.

Hannah

First things first. Definitely there are things to do first. Then to think about something and to do something.

Lil

Kisses

Himm?

Talk for disaster´

It sucks. The wrong sucks. Chat chit disaster. Ones and others. Am I in the wrong place´ Yes, I am. She loves. Me´ Why´

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That is it. 1👄o wherever you like 1💓1 soul 

Lil you are beautiful.

Thank you.

  Spiel of words  

Paris. Meet you there.

Seeing those short hairs so close And smelling 💋 the stale odour of scent and sweat Yeah, I was overcome with desire for it And reaching out with my hands I grabbed her sweet arse 

I always get a kick out of Paris 

I grabbed her cute arse 

so close And sank my desperate mouth At the heavy oily sex Why don't they try a little harder back home? Why don't they? It all seems so brighter here On the Rue Pigalle (Moulin Rouge, Bars, Bordells and whores there) Bond, James Bond! That's what they call me Because I'm Ecossais Vive l'Ecosse, I´m Scotsh, long live Scotland, they say It always seems more dirty When I walk these streets All I want to do is think Blue Yeah, shocking Blue! You might also like Walking With Satie Malcolm McLaren About Her Malcolm McLaren Is It Over Now? (Taylor’s Version) [From The Vault] Taylor Swift I pass old hotels with sexy curtains Life and love and death gone by A thousand times, why should I try To change anything? I always get a kick out of Paris (Mon dié sinié, anyambami Mon dié sinié, anyambami) Let it roll! Let it roll! Who is she? Where's the man, who saw the man Who saw the man, who saw the girl? I'm going crazy Paris does that to me Blue, the only colour of sex The only colour of my shirt and jacket The only colour on the rue Saint-Jacques She felt the seed stir at the pit of her belly In response to my strong tonguing movements (Mon dié sinié, anyambami Mon dié sinié, anyambami Mon dié sinié, anyambami Mon dié sinié, anyambami) I can't get enough Of undoing that stuff Satin, chiffon, silk and cotton Just underwear, [sings:] Mon dié sinié Plain and simple Who is she? Where are all the gods to listen to? Where are the gods to tell me what to do? All i want to do is think Blue Shocking Blue, the only colour of sex My huge hands grasped at your hips Your blonde hair formed a pool on the dark wood Between my feet And I raised you to doting love And then I let it subside, Yeah In a soft corrosion I always get a kick out of Paris (Mon dié sinié, anyambami) Let it Roll, let it Roll I can't get enough Of undoing that stuff Who is she? And where's the man Who saw the man, who saw the man Who saw the man, who saw the girl? I'm going crazy Where in the world can you find such dreams? Nowhere it seems except Paris Yeah, I always get a kick out of Paris But then again, I'm not sure But it's better than yesterday And tomorrow's another day And I want to live yesterday, tomorrow

Walking with Satie

Paris is jazz. Jaz is Paris. Jaz in Paris.

Tracing back my steps in time All I do is think about you Charlotte And the love is left behind I firstir saw Paris in Soho when I was thirteen Sitting on a coffin drinking coffee I wore black on black with negative feelings I often go to Paris to live yesterday tomorrow Because Paris is a place of dreams Françoise Hardy, tous les garçons et les filles All the boys and the all the girls, Juliette Greco, Jeanne Moreau and Catherine Deneuve And I'm walking with Eric Satie Along the boulevards of Paris in the springtime Un orchestre d'oiseaux every so often breaks This map of feelings Drifting through these landscapes of love Watching strays from Père Lachaise Can you hear the cats purr? Can you hear their master? Stone against their velvet fur Girls who travel the metro Stroking white mice they carry in their pockets Lost in a day dream You might also like Père Lachaise Malcolm McLaren Mon Dié Sénié Malcolm McLaren About Her Malcolm McLaren Daydreaming to be loved by someone Hurtling myself down into the metro A train of Latin and African percussion Turns my day into night The rhythm of life The constant arguments between lovers He wants to listen to the news She wants to listen to the music

Pere Lachaise

Marilyn Monroe Ain't got no rock 'n roll Ain't got the means to make a scene Everybody pees on Paris, watch me now There's no doubt In Paris yeah! There's a girl I dream of seeing everywhere This way, that way Up against the walls Voices scream a map of feelings Everybody loves a Paris lost somehow There's no doubt That ruins yeah And places to daydream but something's in the air Drifting through these landscapes of love Listening to a voice from above Wondering who she's thinking of In moments of love One two three four On familiar weekends Never changing in the ruins that you saw before There's no doubt In Paris yeah! There's a girl I dream of seeing everywhere On countless walls Thousands of mouths Paris embarrasses, encourages and vanishes Right through that door You might also like Miles and Miles of Miles Davis Malcolm McLaren Walking With Satie Malcolm McLaren About Her Malcolm McLaren There's no doubt That ruins yeah Are places to daydream but something's in the air Drifting through these landscapes of love Listening to a voice from above This is a place where you can find Many more of my kind Drifting through these landscapes of love Listening to a voice from above Wondering who she's thinking of Ain't got the means to make a scene Everybody pees on Paris, watch me now There's no doubt That ruins yeah Are places to daydream but something's in the air Drifting through these landscapes of love Listening to a voice from above This is a place where you can find Many more of my kind Drifting through these landscapes of love Listening to a voice from above Wondering who she's thinking of

Round the outside

All that scratchin' is makin' me itch Duck-duck-duck Duck-duck-duck Duck-duck-duck Duck-duck-duck Duck-duck-duck Duck-duck-duck Duck-duck-duck

 First buffalo gal go around the outside Round the outside, round the outside (You know it) Two buffalo gals go around the outside Round the outside, round the outside Three buffalo gals (Wahhh) go around the outside (Wahhh, wah wah, wahhh) Four buffalo gals (Wahhh) go around the outside Round the outside (Wahhh), round the outside (Wahhh) Four buffalo gals go around the outside And dosie doe your partners (wahhh) 

Wa-wahhh She's lookin', she's lookin', she's lookin', she's lookin' She's-she's-she's-she's-she's-she's, looking like a hobo Three buffalo gals, three buffalo gals (Wah) Three-three buff-three-three Three buffalo gals (Wah), gals-gals, buffalo, buffalo, (Wah) Three-three-three-three-three Wooh, girl, it's a pity that you're so dirty You’re only dancin' just to be friendly (Wahhh) So pretty you drive me loco And so silly you make me blush so-o-o (Wahhh) Yeah, huh, you're my buffalo girl, yeah-heah-eah It's a pity that you're so dirty You're dancin' just to be friendly So pretty, you drive me loco You're so pretty, you make me (wahhh) blush so-o-o (She’s lookin' like a hobo) 

 First buffalo boy go around the outside Round the outside, round the outside (Ah ha) Two buffalo boys go around the outside Round the outside, round the outside (Ah ha) Three buffalo boys go around the outside (You know it) Four buffalo boys go around the outside Round the outside, round the outside Four buffalo boys go around the outside And dosie doe your partners [Interlude] Dancin' Dancin' Dancin’ (Buffalo) Dancin’ (Buffalo) Dancin’ (Buffalo) Dancin’ (Buffalo) Dancin’ (Buffalo) Dancin’ (Buffalo) Dancin’ (Buffalo) Dancin’ (B-buffalo) Dancin’ (B-buffalo, b-buffalo) Dancin', dancin’, dancin’, dancin' like a hobo [Outro] Too much of that Snow White

Bitches ain´t shit

Waltz Darling

A sweet tuxedo girl you see Queen of ball society Fond of fun as Fun as fond can be When it's on the strict Q.T. I'm not too young I'm not too old Not too timid Not too bold Just the kind you like to hold Just the kind for sport I'm told Hell's a poppin' When I'm waltzing In my stockings Hell's a poppin' in the whole wide world Hell's a poppin' When I'm waltzing In my stockings Hell's a poppin' in the whole wide world I'm a blushing bud of innocence Says Papa at a big expense Old maids say "I have no sense" Boys declare I'm just immense Hell's a poppin' When I'm waltzing In my stockings Hell's a poppin' in the whole wide world Hell's a poppin' When I'm waltzing In my stockings Hell's a poppin' in the whole wide world For my song I do conclude I want it strictly understood Though fond of fun, I'm never rude Though not too bad I'm not too good Hell's a poppin' When I'm waltzing In my stockings Hell's a poppin' in the whole wide world Hell's a poppin' When I'm waltzing In my stockings Hell's a poppin' in the whole wide world Hell's a poppin' When I'm waltzing In my stockings Hell's a poppin' in the whole wide world Hell's a poppin' When I'm waltzing In my stockings Hell's a poppin' in the whole wide world Never put your hands on a man except in dancing Whispering, giggling at the same time have no place In good society Don't think you can be rude to anyone and escape Wh-wh-whispering is always rude Don't hang on to anyone for support Don't stand or walk with your chest held in and Your hips forward in an imitation of a reverse letter S

Paris, Paris I feel love, Paris Paris Paris, Paris Love to love, Paris Paris Paris, Paris I feel love, Paris Paris Paris, Paris Love to love, Paris Paris Feelings so close to my heart [Verse 1: Catherine Deneuve, Malcolm McLaren] Barman dans le shaker, d'abord de l'élégance Un trait de Sacré-Coeur et deux doigts de Doisneau Une Piaf, quelques moineaux et Joséphine Baker... Là une de Prévert, mais sans raton-laveur Prenons un dernier verre près Bateau Lavoir Une Simone de Beauvoir et deux singes en hiver... Last night was made for love Mettez trois notes de jazz dans un quatier latin Un menu sur l'ardoise au fond d'un bar-tabac Et la résille d'un bas sur un genou qu'on croise Oh Babe, just take my frozen hands and hear me say Don't let me turn to sand and blow away Though this crowded desert Paris You might also like Blitz Jaill MOTOR Jamal (Blaq) Kenya Grace - Strangers (Deutsche Übersetzung) Genius Deutsche Übersetzungen [Chorus: Ensemble] Paris, Paris I feel love, Paris Paris Paris, Paris Love to love, Paris Paris Paris, Paris I feel love, Paris Paris Paris, Paris Love to love, Paris Paris Feelings so close to my heart [Verse 2: Catherine Deneuve, Malcolm McLaren] Un zeste de Javanaise, un tour de Moulin Rouge et deux de Notre-Dame Nappé de macadam, décoré d'un chaland D'Anvers ou d'Amsterdam un canal, Arletty Where are you? Oh Babe, just hold this lonely fan and hear him say Don't let me turn to sand and blow away Though this crowded desert Paris Sans doute la seule femme qui pouvait dire "Paname" [Chorus: Ensemble] Paris, Paris I feel love, Paris Paris Paris, Paris Love to love, Paris Paris Paris, Paris I feel love, Paris Paris Paris, Paris Love to love, Paris Paris Feelings so close to my heart [Verse 3: Catherine Deneuve] Mettez trois notes de jazz dans un quatier latin Un menu sur l'ardoise au fond d'un bar-tabac Et la résille d'un bas sur un genou qu'on croise [Bridge: Malcolm McLaren, Catherine Deneuve] Sing away, Catherine Sing away? Paris... Paris, no I can't We will never part, these feelings [Outro Chorus: Ensemble, Catherine Deneuve] Paris, Paris I feel love, Paris Paris Paris, Paris Love to love, Paris Paris Paris, Paris I feel love, Paris Paris Paris, Paris Love to love, Paris Paris Feelings so close to my heart

On a night like this In this great city The same skies these trees these passers by The whole calm romantic clumsy life I'd like to go to Paris on the Seine 'Cos Paris is a friend A proper friend of mine I'd like to go to Paris on the Seine And I'd like to go again to Paris on the Seine And I'd like to live in Paris In Paris all the time 

On a night like this In this great city yeah 

The same skies these trees these passers by The days go by, I remain! And I'd like to go again to Paris on the Seine "Cos Paris is a friend A proper friend of mine I'd like to go to Paris on the Seine And I'd like to go again to Paris on the Seine And I'd like to live in Paris In Paris all the time

Talking to the moon

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NGR

NGR

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Pogress docking on ISS

GIRLS

All the boys and girls my age Walk down the street two by two All the boys and girls my age Know well what it is to be happy And eye to eye And hand in hand They go away in love Without fear of tomorrow Yes, but I go alone Through the streets, my soul in pain Yes, but I go alone 'Cause no one loves me My days and my nights Are in every way the same Joyless and full of boredom No one whispers "I love you" in my ear All the boys and girls my age Make plans for the future together All the boys and girls my age Know very well what it means to love And eye to eye And hand in hand They go away in love Without fear of tomorrow Yes, but I go alone Through the streets, my soul in pain Yes, but I go alone , For no one loves me, My days and my nights Are in every way the same, Joyless and full of boredom, Oh, when will the sun shine for me? Like boys and girls my age , will I soon know what love is? Like boys and girls my age I wonder when the day will come Where eye to eye And hand in hand I'll have a happy heart Without fear of tomorrow The day when I won't have my soul at all Hurt The day when I, too , will have someone who loves me