The Kantele was finished. But it had no strings. I was walking dawn the road & I saw a beautiful girl with short brown hair. She gave me three of her hairs to string the Kantele. They smelled of Dewberry & Licorice.
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A fresh-faced young priest, just out of seminary and eager to change the world. Jeffrey says, "I could fall for a priest like that" The 1st form is darkness, the 2nd, desire. The 3rd is ignorance. The 4th is the excitement of death; the 5th is the kingdom of the flesh. The 6th is the foolish wisdom of the flesh. The 7th is the wrathful wisdom. What binds me has been slain, what surrounds me has been overcome, my desire has been ended, and ignorance died.
A fresh-faced young priest, just out of seminary and eager to change the world. Jeffrey says, "I could fall for a priest like that" The 1st form is darkness, the 2nd, desire. The 3rd is ignorance. The 4th is the excitement of death; the 5th is the kingdom of the flesh. The 6th is the foolish wisdom of the flesh. The 7th is the wrathful wisdom. What binds me has been slain, what surrounds me has been overcome, my desire has been ended, and ignorance died.
It's not safe to have a secret
but your secret's safe with me
if your husband comes home
I'll just hide in the closet
where you think I belong anyway
where you think I belong with you
your secret's safe with me
won't tell anyone you're the best
won't tell anyone that you're tender & strong
but only with the wrong people
for your own good or not roll over
Look at that mouth you knock me dead. I didn't hear what you said, I was watching your mouth.
Drive me, drive me home, drive me, drive home your message, drive me, drive me.
Don't lick those lips, 'cause when I see that tongue, I feel it in my hips and you drive me home.
Drive me, drive me home, drive me, drive home your message, drive me, drive me, drive me, into a kissing frenzy.
I want you to put yr hand on my stomach I'm waiting for you to make me burn then lick the wound I want to hear that wet sound loud And close up in my face Get down low Get down low and make that loud sound now Go down now and show that tongue Get down low and show me how if I start bleeding the blood won't stop I want you to put yr mouth on my stomach I want you to put your hand on my heart How was it for you It was frightening I was afraid I was hurting you I was afraid the blood wouldn't stop.
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Date created: 10 October 1995 Last modified: 17 March 1997 Maintained by: Allan Hise hise@io.com