Pink ships and blue pearls.

 

Kiss me, make me cry, her mind was thinking and talking. Thinking of what? Talking to who, alone?

Kiss me and make me cry in her conscious mind. She knew what she was doing there, what she was thinking and what she wanted.

There alone in a corner, moving mysteriously between light and dark, her face half white half dark. Yes, dark, in the dark, in a mysterious place, wondering the dark and the light of me.

There, looking at me but hiding her gaze.

A mysterious face, eyes wide open, zooming and moving slowly. Without a single twinkle in her eyes, a glow that could be unveiled, unveil her secret and movement, be detected, caught hiding and gazing at me.

Her chics were blushing

On her lips ran her saliva, even being silent.

The Butt is the Butt, we know, its said, there´s nothing else to say. 

But the real Butt of the story is you and me.

The Tiger Lillies - Thousand Violins

To talk or not to talk, to say a word or two, to smile or to make fun of it and laugh?

Is it a case to be worried about? Or pleasure?

What does the whorrior have to say about this?

If she has anything to say?

If she wants to say anything?

If there´s anything to say?

There is love, but a friend's love, of friendship, not love love.

And there are too many problems out there, it would not be good for any relationship.

However men love women, women love men.

Tiger lilies Palace by the sea

Hear the serpents screaming and know they will win I see the storm clouds brewing I feel an evil wind And yet I keep on dreaming of calm waters and us free I know the palace we are building will drown within the sea And so the serpent tightens his grip around our throat So soon we will be gagging how soon we will choke And yet I can't stop dreaming that one day we will be free And we will live eternal in our palace by the sea And so the serpent strangles so certain is our fate Our hands are ripped apart as our last breath we take And yet we keep on dreaming we dream eternally That we are in our palace our palace by the sea

The storm

The storm waits to eat you and me don't you know that we're all guilty As the storm-tossed water breaks make you pay for each mistake The storm will eat you alive pray to God you will survive But you know that if you live God will not you forgive Done your evil sowed your seeds now the harvest does you feed Now that wind rips you apart it will rip your evil heart Need a saviour your luck's spent but in fear alone repent Once that storm it has passed then once more in evil bask

Tiger lilies rime of the ancient mariner 

The ancient mariner He sees what you can't see The ancient mariner Is free he is free The ancient mariner Each murder now been named The ancient mariner Each vice now he's tamed The wedding guest fears him For what he's seen and done Each ill wind that he sailed But now his course is run The ancient mariner The demons in his head Each one now has been slayed Each one now is dead The spirits in the wind sing To him in his dreams And God in a storm-tossed cloud The mariner has seen So if the demons say to you See upcoming pop shows Get tickets for your favorite artists You might also like Death Ship 1 The Tiger Lillies Cape Of Good Hope The Tiger Lillies Crack of Doom The Tiger Lillies You cannot find the truth Then that's not true

Is it a case to be worried or to be excited?

 Not sure if the ships will reach a good port?

Rime of the Ancient Mariner

Hear the rime of the ancient mariner See his eye as he stops one of three Mesmerizes one of the wedding guests Stay here and listen to the nightmares of the sea. And the music plays on, as the bride passes by Caught by his spell and the mariner tells his tale. Driven south to the land of the snow and ice To a place where nobody's been Through the snow fog flies on the albatross Hailed in God's name, hoping good luck it brings. And the ship sails on, back to the North Through the fog and ice and the albatross follows on. The mariner kills the bird of good omen His shipmates cry against what he's done But when the fog clears, they justify him And make themselves a part of the crime. Sailing on and on and north across the sea Sailing on and on and north 'til all is calm. The albatross begins with it's vengeance A terrible curse a thirst has begun His shipmates blame bad luck on the mariner About his neck, the dead bird is hung. And the curse goes on and on at sea And the curse goes on and on for them and me. "Day after day, day after day, We stuck nor breath nor motion As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean Water, water everywhere and All the boards did shrink Water, water everywhere nor any drop to drink." There calls the mariner There comes a ship over the line BUt how can she sail with no wind in her sails and no tide? See... onward she comes Onward she nears out of the sun See, she has no crew She has no life, wait but here's two. Death and she Life in Death, They throw their dice for the crew She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now. Then, crew one by one They drop down dead, two hundred men She, she, Life in Death. She lets him live, her chosen one. "One after one by the star dogged moon, Too quick for groan or sigh Each turned his face with a ghastly pang And cursed me with his eye Four times fifty living men (And I heard nor sigh nor groan) With heavy thump, a lifeless lump, They dropped down one by one." The curse it lives on in their eyes The mariner he wished he'd die Along with the sea creatures But they lived on, so did he. And by the light of the moon He prays for their beauty not doom With heart he blesses them God's creatures all of them too. Then the spell starts to break The albatross falls from his neck Sinks down like lead into the sea Then down in falls comes the rain. Hear the groans of the long dead seamen See them stir and they start to rise Bodies lifted by good spirits None of them speak and they're lifeless in their eyes And revenge is still sought, penance starts again Cast into a trance and the nightmare carries on. Now the curse is finally lifted And the mariner sights his home Spirits go from the long dead bodies Form their own light and the mariner's left alone. And then a boat came sailing towards him It was a joy he could not believe The pilot's boat, his son and the hermit, Penance of life will fall onto him. And the ship it sinks like lead into the sea And the hermit shrives the mariner of his sins. The mariner's bound to tell of his story To tell this tale wherever he goes To teach God's word by his own example That we must love all things that God made. And the wedding guest's a sad and wiser man 

And the tale goes on and on and on.

Some how worried, worried to loose a friend, a friend of my enemies. 

Butt I tell you, excited with the enemy, it´s true, I tell the truth, what I think and feel and what I want to say and don´t want to say. Well, shouldn´t say.

Butt chi gets into the blue, she´s kissing, should she?

When she wants me and roses.

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She is not in scandi but in Gemini Polska.

Is in the queue 

👽

In the queue for a passage to cross the skies.