C'était une jeune fille, qui n'avait pas quinze ans. Elle c'était endormit au pied d'un rosier blanc. Son voile par ici son voile par la. Son voilé qui vole qui volé. Son voile qui volé au vent. Le vent souleva sa robe puis voir son jupon blanc. Et ses belles jartieres roses et son belles jupon blanc. Et d'autres choses aussi de bien plus seduisantes. Et heureux celui qui sera son amant l'aura de plaisir de lui prendre ça souvent. Son voile par ici son voile par la. Son voilé qui vole qui volé. Son voile qui volé au vent.
I want you in my bed, not my teddy bear, that can't hug me back. I want you in between my thighs, not my hands that can't tell me how I smell. And your breathlessness must remain in my head. My brain's a tangled mess of bibles and girls like you. I want to be a lesbian, but my mom says people like that go to hell, and I become afraid. But I don't know if I should 'cause it feels so good.
I'm at the age where I know what I am.
I'm at the age where I can't be what I am.
So I'll just lie in my bed with my hands down my pants, with you, the consent of god, and the age of 21 on my mind.
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Once I wore my apron low
??? keep you from my door
but now that I'm pregnant
my ??? don't end
??? you pass my door he won't come in
love oh love oh careless love
love oh love how can it be
love oh love oh careless love
just see what love has done to me
I love my mom and my pop I do
I leave them both to go with you
what oh what will my mama say
when she learns that I have gone astray
(Lyrics as interpreted by Allan Hise <hise@io.com>)
We're off the map - we're in the dark blue dot screen that stands for in between the stars - everything between the big things... everything too small to draw... everything too numerous to indicate or too little known to describe - this is the sky this is the back of yr head this is what you see when you close yr eyes this is the songs in the trees of the birds you can't see that yr map doesn't show
Hypnotized watching Chan
what's going on
on & on
who do I want to be?
who do I want to want me?
Taas mut yllätettiin katsomasta
joten tein mitä Nikola tekisi
Sanoin - kuinka vanha sä oot?
Sanoin - ootko sä poika vai tyttö?
I was caught looking again, so
I did what Nicola would have done:
I said... How old are you? Are you a boy or a girl?
Men make no sense
Evolutionarily speaking
Sperm contaminates women
Cecause it mutates at a dangerous rate<.p>
Certain snails & certain lizards have evolved
The female of the species can procreate on her own
Have you been helped?
When two X zygotes get together
The result is always female
X chromosomes
X chromosomes
Men make no sense
Evolutionarily speaking
Sperm contaminates women
Cecause it mutates at a dangerous rate<.p>
X chromosomes
X chromosomes
X chromosomes
(Some lyrics as interpreted by Allan Hise <hise@io.com>)
blinded by needles
the ice torture the branding iron
tied to a tree chained to the wall knocked unconscious
imagine his gratitude when she bursts in
and saves the day
describe her fortitude
never talk under torture
under deprivation, to redact
to retell the story with the most telling detail
blinded by needles a finger severed
imagine his gratitude when she bursts in
& saves the day
focus on his fear
a pitched battle for freedom
as the tide turns against him
he feels the chill of certain failure
foreknowledge of pain & shame
focus on his fear
on his satisfaction on the burning pain
on the excitement on the reward
on the knife cutting the skin
blinded by needles
Who is that there knocking the window pane? Only me says Ch&uactute;rla.
Who is that there now tickling the toes of me? Only me says Ch&uactute;rla.
Who is that there now tickling the thighs of me? Only me says Ch&uactute;rla.
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9 o'clock is striking, striking. Mother, may I go out?
All the boys are calling, calling just to take me out.
One will give me coffee; one will give me cake.
One will give me 50 cents to kiss him at the gate.
I don't want yr coffee.
I don't want yr cake.
I don't want yr 50 cents
to kiss you at the gate.
I'd rather do the dishes, I'd rather scrub the floor, I'd rather kiss Siobhan behind the icebox door. I'd rather clean the catbox than be your kissing whore.
You'll never be alone.
I can never comfort you,
because when you cry
I cry.
If you ever leave me
for another woman
or stop liking me
I'll kill you.
I can never comfort you:
when you're frightened,
it scares me.
And if you ever hurt me
I'll kill you.
Anne and Sharon did the wild thing. First we did it gentle. Then we did it rough. Then she did me gentle, while I did her rough. I liked that. That was my favorite part. I think she liked it too, if that's what this noise means:
mmmmmm (panting) (purring)
I surrender complete Control
To Anne
I don't care if I do die...
(Lyrics as interpreted by Allan Hise <hise@io.com>)
You want to do it 'cause you have to do it 'cause if you don't you'll die
You want to do it 'cause you have to do it 'cause if you don't you'll die
You want to do it 'cause you have to do it 'cause if you don't you'll die
Thank you for you cooperation,
We admire your patience.
You are more than welcome.
We devalue your time by valuing your patience.
Thank you for your complicity,
Your compliance ensures your degradation.
For your own safety,
we ask that you please co-operate.
Your compliance is essential to assuring your distraction.
Our opinion has our highest regard.
Assisstance is only a moment away.
We admire your capitulation,
Please remain compliant.
You want to do it 'cause you have to do it 'cause if you don't you'll die
You want to do it 'cause you have to do it 'cause if you don't you'll die
You want to do it 'cause you have to do it 'cause if you don't you'll die
Thank you for you cooperation,
We admire your patience.
You are more than welcome.
We devalue your time by valuing your patience.
Thank you for your complicity,
Your compliance ensures your degradation.
Assisstance is only a moment away.
(Lyrics as interpreted by Allan Hise <hise@io.com>)
Some people are cool, and there you are.
You wouldn't deny it, but that's really as far as it goes.
I could name them as bad examples
Their names are their shame
They'd be happy to be spoken of
Let's withhold that
There will always have to be a certain number of the cool
These or others
It's all in ???
Like eye color we can admire that
We can aspire to that
We can't require that of them
(Lyrics as interpreted by Allan Hise <hise@io.com>)
1 2 3 4
What'cha gonna do when the lake runs dry honey?
What'cha gonna do when the lake runs dry babe?
What'cha gonna do when the lake runs dry?
Sit on the bank and watch the crawdads die honey.
Sugar baby bean.
(Lyrics as interpreted by Allan Hise <hise@io.com>)
I've got a crush on a girl
That I don't even know
She works at the bookstore
where I always go
Craig says she's gay
but I don't think so
How would he know?
Got a crush, got a crush on a girl got a crush
j'aime bien une fille
que j'ai recontré jamais
elle travaille dans la libraire
où je toujours aller
craig dit qu'elle est gai
mais je pas pensée
comment est-ce qu'il connaîtrait?
je veux dire "hey"
craig dit je derais --
on sais que je lui parlais
mais je ne pense pas que
je pourrais
elle porte des chaussures bêtes
mais sur elle ils semblent cool.
j'aime bien, j'aime bien.
j'aime bien, j'aime bien,
une fille, j'aime bien.
Who is that there knocking the window pane? Only me says Churla.
Who is that there now tickling the toes of me? Only me says Churla.
Who is that there now tickling the thighs of me? Only me says Churla.
Date created: 10 October 1995 Last modified: 29 November 1997 Maintained by: Allan Hise hise@io.com