Bloom & Gloom Boom Boom
Holy Molly Shamolley My Folly, it's mine!!! Kurt KO Bane aka Pain is turning in my Love ass, I mean grave!!! Swell, I'm such a happy feather of a tree, err, tres leches, actually forks, four forks!!!
That’s what I call Nirvana, the really reely real one! An awwwwwwww plays of purrfuct peace and happiness, like doggie’s heaven! And because I’m a Buddhist, I’m about to achieve the highest state possible not every privileged a$$hole is entitled to, nobody else can attain, an euphoric state of total enlightenment, meaning a parson's individual desires and suffering go away, instantly, Nirvana, now!
Lucky me dumbass Tarzan, the bullseye of wisdom, I am the blessed Sal Oh Moan, I′ve won the lottery, crashed my crush, I′ve scored Jane′s smartass bumper, her P P POPularity, lucky you, lucky us, insured! Ah baby, I ramembah the Shag Fustival, Woodstock 69, your fywrit E.A. Poe-sition.
We did it, two Neo Folk crazed hippies, flower children, with some gluten-free flour, we made out, we were soo hooked up on it, we were so wild, I recited your P oh ee try 101, poetry, like my rosary, pinktuary, I didn’t miss, I didn’t miss a line, baby, and it paid off! It’s not a hit-and-run!
Please give me a few sex-ons, or a cuppa hundred years, to digest this really phunny fruitcake, a bit weird, though. Let me breathe the wonderful breaking news out, I’m KO, I mean OK, you know KO is the Czech Airline, err, OK Plus, not minus, now ČSA, so I’m catching the first plane to Nirvana, err, heaven, I’m a native Perv, Purr version where I belong, with a strong British accent. What? You love Mr Bean in Heartylandia changing diapers, he cums, sorry, comes handy, like a dandy.
ČSA is the fifth oldest airline in the world, after Dutch KLM (1919), Colombian Avianca (1919), Australian Qantas (1920), and Soviet/Russian Aeroflot (1923). It was the first airline in the world to fly regular jet-only routes (between Prague and Moscow). See, my flying Bull Ship on Subtract really competes, kicks some serious a$$, you make me jetset love crazy for you, the lifestyle of traveling from one stylish or exotic place to another via jet plane, my KO lovestyle, err, OK Plus! You’re a knockout, baby!
Now the real jungle, oopsie, kindergarten daydream is on, Full-Blown Daycare Tree! When my kid doesn’t miss in the bathroom … just like his Sugar Daddy without sugar. Ah baby, I need a spacecake, gotta shoot me a spacecake without being a crackhead, I’m fainting, flying, jetset, KO, err, OK Plus!
Daddy Day Care - I Missed
Ah baby, in the thirst place, I myth you, I myth you so much, so what now? In the second place, I actually faked my initial shock, because hitting the jackpoot of this exact sort was among my hundred possible scenarios of her being KO or OK. Baby, you know me, you know my analytical hyperactive mind machine running in all directions at once, drawing conspiracy theories about tango and cash.
Yeah, that movie. About the two weird shooters, dudas, doubts, dudes, and the girl full of polvo, that phunny powder, cash, the Sugar Mummy. That a capitalistic sugar mama is a beautiful awwtistick mummy with that funny white substance, gluten-free flour, an immature woman who offers a lot of creativity in bed, err, sup port, a love port, typically financial and material, whoah, to a younger companion in exchange for romantic and sexual pleasure, oodles and noodles of it. I am the blessed Sal Oh Moan, I’ve applied and won, I qualify, even over-qualify, but that’s KO, I mean OK, baby, I’m a proud commie!!! Wink wink???
That it takes a tree to tango, not two, as people normally think, to dance tango, tres leches or forks, actually four forks. Yep, it takes a Tango Mandarin tree to do the unstuck. Tango is the only dance I lance, the only chance of my Tingo Tango Mango three, err, tree. Ooh baby, you are sooo creative, such a pro, sooo pro-creative. We have sooo many things in common, we’re 110% the same! Loyalty above all! I definitely cum second, I’ve won the second place, not bad. But it was close, I was close, damn, err, bless! Either way I’ve won, just like you! I’m purrfuctly fine with that, kitty, if you are.
I love you, I am the blessed Sal Oh Moan, and that’s all that matters, and nothing else matters! I myth you! I feel both your bloom and gloom, I feel the same, I myth you!
Blooming and glooming are the same flower, the Flower of Life, the Flower of Love, the same heart, the same joy, the same happiness, the same sadness, the same pleasure, the same pain, these both happy and sad tears … love was, love is …
Myth
Drifting in and out
You see the road you're on
It came rolling down your cheek
You say just what you mean
And in-between, it's never as it seems
Help me to name it
Help me to name it
If you built yourself a myth
You'd know just what to give
What comes after this
Momentary bliss?
The consequence
Of what you do to me
Help me to name it
Help me to name it
Found yourself in a new direction
Arrows falling from the sun
Canyon calling, would they come to greet you?
Let you know you're not the only one
Can't keep hanging on
To what is dead and gone
If you built yourself a myth
You'd know just what to give
Materialize
Or let the ashes fly
Help me to name it
Help me to name it
BEACH HOUSE- "WILD"
My mother said to me that I would get in trouble
Our father won't come home, cause he is seeing double
Our windy, endless spring
Your eyes are so misleading
That's when your car pulls up
It's hood is black and gleaming
A little wine
You stole a smile
The earth is wild
You've got no time
Wild in our ways
What will you make it
Heartless to say
Go on pretending
Wild in our ways
What will you make it
Heartless to say
We go on pretending
Wild in our ways
What will you make it
Heartless to say
We go on pretending
Lazuli
In the blue of this light
Where it ends in the night
When you couldn't sleep
You would come for me
Wander eyes, ocean high
And we don't dare slip on by
Make her suffer
Like no other
It's nothing like
Lapis Lazuli
Let it go
Back to me
Like no other
You can't be replaced
Like no other (It's nothing like)
You can't be replaced (Lapis Lazuli)
The Hours
Can I wait the hours
'Til you find me?
Climb up to the tower
So that you could see
Violence in the flowers
Where they found you
Can I wait the hours?
Would it be untrue?
Climb up to the tower
So that you can see
All across the hours
Frightened eyes
Looking back at me
Change your mind
Don't care about me
Frightened eyes
Looking back at me
Change your mind
Don't leave without me
Frightened eyes
Made in your reflection
So that you could feel
Mad in your intentions
Fear it isn't real
All the recollections
Spinning in a field
Left in your possession
'Til it isn't real
You say it isn't real
Frightened eyes
Looking back at me
Change your mind
Don't care about me
Frightened eyes
Looking back at me
Change your mind
Don't leave without me
Frightened eyes
Deeper than you and me
It's farther than you could see
Is it too much to ask? Tell me
It's all in a glance, you'll see
It's deeper than you and me (Now you're gone)
It's all in a glance, you'll see (Don't care about me)
It's farther than we could be
It's deeper than you and me (Don't care about me)
Frightened eyes
Wishes
The roses on the lawn
Don't know wich side you're on
In a daze, it will change
Wishes on a wheel
Wishes on a wheel
The voices in the hall
Will carry on their talking
Carry weight you can't take
Wishes on a wheel
Is it even real?
The contact that you make
The moment when a memory aches
Who can tell?
You do it well
Wishes on a wheel
How's it supposed to feel?
One in your life
It happens once and rarely twice
One in your life
It happens once and rarely twice
The roses on the lawn
Won't know which side you're on
On that hill, forever still
Wishes on a wheel
How's it supposed to feel?
Wishes on a wheel
Wishes on a wheel
On the Sea
Out on the sea we'd be forgiven
Our bodies stopped the spirit leaving
Wouldn't you like to know how far you've got left to go
Somebody's child
Nobody made you
It's not what you stole, it's what they gave you
In or out, you go
In your silence, your soul
Would you rather go unwilling?
The heart is full and now it's spilling
Barreling down the steps
Only a moment left
In hind of sight no peace of mind
Where you begin and I'm defined
Daughter of unconscious fate
Time will tell, in spite of me
In hind of sight no peace of mind
Where it begins and we'll be fine
Shadows bend and suddenly
The world becomes
And swallows me in, me in
Whistle to a friend
Gentle 'til the end
Any way in a name
She takes shape just the same
New Year
All I wanted comes in colours
Vanish everyday
I keep these promises, these promises
Stranger things will come before you
Always out of the way
We keep these promises, these promises
Can you call it? See it coming?
Just enough to tell a story 'bout a
Portrait of a young girl waiting
For a new year
All you ever wanted
Is it getting away?
Visions of a feeling
The footsteps at bay
You were getting stronger
Memories again
Now you're open wider
It's better this way
All I wanted comes in colours
Vanish everyday
I keep these promises, these promises
Stranger things will come before you
Always out of the way
We keep these promises, these promises
Won't you write a letter
On the page in your own way
Write it in a letter
On the page, it's your own way
You were getting wiser
It's better this way
Faces in the mirror
Memories again
Now look to a feeling
It's lighter than breath
All you ever wanted
Is it getting away?
Can you call it? See it coming?
Just enough to tell a story 'bout a
Portrait of a young girl waiting
For the ending of an era
Can you call it? See it coming?
Just enough to tell a story 'bout a
Portrait of a young girl waiting
For the new year
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ESPECIALLY MY READERS!!!