And it’s just like the ocean under the moon
Oh, it’s the same as the emotion I get from you
You’ve got the kind of lov’n that can be so smooth, yeah
—Itaal Shur, Robert Thomas
He’s Smooth-I’m Breathless
Rob’s smooth, intoxicant, erotic voice.
He sings slowly with sass, a charming rasp.
For ringing in new year, he was my choice.
The instruments’ charm me, I’m in their grasp.
A noddle swoon, elixir fix of cool.
An enchantment of sea and moon, in tides.
Breathless in nineteen- ninety-nine whirlpool.
In sultry croon - I lose my mind, besides.
trickest with deceit
ye wicked vile woman
seperating the facts into
a fiction
their they speak what they wishest
thee to beleive
evil and uncaring
interprito.....
ha ingannato gli
uomini con la
suduzione parlando
della mancanza di
preoccupaza di
marti per il suo
benessere e
I suolanimali
written by
Huacaya Shur Sennheiser
Vinalia Colony Ceres
2199
Days later a rockslide triggered a tsunami on
the inland lake!
Come in from the byre, Mag Hand
Sit you down there firnenst the coatstand,
But first light the fire and
Throw on the dinner Mag Hand
Lave the Childer outside,
ah shur look they'll be grand
D'ye mind the Carnival, Mag?
Don't be lettin' on that you don't
Shur you borrowed your sisters coat,
hat and shoes
And a broach for the style yes ye did,
So you did, Margaret Hand
Oh but you cut a fine rug Mag Hand
All the sulky lads on the side agreed
without doubt
They looked moon,
maw mouth'd and meek
While you moved unbounded and sleek
Ahh you stepped and bounced
like a young wan Mag
They knew well the kind of ye
And slithered behind a' ye
But wouldn't encroach or mooch
or intrude
Because, come here to I tell you my love
(something they'd not understand)
You were such a grand lassie,
Back then in the prime
But you're now a fine woman
Mag Hand
Ocean blue, upon lazy waves I share this tale
Of a behemoth beast- the color of death, lifeless and pale
Forty miles long he was, from snout to tail
A frightenin' thing onboard a fifty foot barque 'n' sail
Mindin' our own bi'sness we was when this thing hit
smashin the bulkheads water comin' in- "Oh Sh**"!
Off came my tongue bloody 'n' hurtin'- that which I bit
Hull cracked - middle o' that boat, it shur did split!
Dunno what made that crazy ole' whale think we was bait
That look in his eye shore was full o' hate
Mebbe he was just hungry- 'cause Billy Bob he ate,
Soon 'nuff that whale spit him out, guess he just didn't like the taste!