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The Eyes of Your Dreams Lixrishia Empress: Will you love me W/so much love covered tenderly? It would be a shame If we did not feel love the same Love for you Love, could it be true? The StarFlower: “Love for her Love, could it occur? Lixrishia Empress: You could say There is a way You have to look into the eyes of your dreams And know that doing this will set your heart free From falling into an evening of unease Wiped Clean (Ivory Ships on the Coast of Fire Giants) Vestaisiax: An electric rhythm Their galaxy was wiped clean They wander w/the waves of the ocean to tell their tale… They come from Northland birth In giant canoes of ivory Their muscles were made taut From constant rowing They braved sea serpent dementia Swords of iron pierced scales Keep a good surplus of ale Was their Northland credo They came conquering new civilizations Ancient world greeted them, flag they showed Bearers of furs and bone gifts Gifts of minerals They were a fierce people Took what they wanted and knew That it was theirs for the taking Wooded canopy was their temporary camp They landed on the coast of fire giants Flaming clubs would have crushed their will If they did not do them the honor of battle They took up their blades and overpowered them They took them to their mystic caves Where the ocean touches its powerful waves They were overjoyed with victory and celebration And our call is once more to the sea… The Birth of Spatial Tide The StarFlower: I am calm for the moment But do not let me fool you I am burning wild inside Just waiting to burst out The birth of spatial tide The Yachhalaccha Galaxy chilled w/the night Are you frail? Are you pale? Do you use star-beam sails? Into this night of chills And subdued eyes The Sunspot of the Gajhgut Hills The StarFlower: I have fought men of skill On the bright, green hill I have never seen A horizon as green As the one that overlooks The sunspot of the Gajhgut Hills Just Maybe, Emeraldlady The StarFlower: I am not coming around here Looking for a fight I just need a place To lay my head tonight Let me charm you W/the sparkle of romance Just maybe, Emeraldlady You will let me take your hand Let a guy Have a try How could I implore anymore? Where That You’ve Been The StarFlower: On my way From the city-lights And the street sights I said goodbye Zebba Whitsen: Do tell, dear sir, where star-gleamers lodge Where is it, that you’ve been? The StarFlower: To the Yachhalaccha Galaxy Blown in By the Solar Winds In the Love Game with You The StarFlower: I want to get closer to you, Lixrishia Empress I have to get through to you You are messing w/my game Look at me and you can see right into my brain You have to stop pushing yourself further away from me O can’t you see? I only want to be In the love game with you On lover’s lane with you You have my heart for keeps I will never leave you, baby I will never deceive you, baby I’m Going to Love You like I Did Before The StarFlower: I’m going to love you like I did before I stepped off of that shore Went on to the raft Out to the space lake It was not my first mistake I am sure it will not be the last But do not say That is the end of our laughs I’m going to love you like I did before We will have all that we once had and more I am sorry that we just could not ignore That we were losing ground Not to mention the broken tiles on the floor Yet, darling I’m going to love you like I did before One True Love Zebba Whitsen: I’ll sing a song About how the Southern Solar Wind blows Sally Astronomicle: It will not blow faintly In your heart See how quaintly Our love did start Zebba Whitsen: It sent me across the Wenduvian River Where I was delivered From the things that make me fall apart I’ll sing a song About our one true love And all the light years That we spent out here Sally Astronomicle: It took this long to figure out what we were after In our hearts we have always held on to the memories of joy and laughter Pale Little Stars Lollygag Brutus: If your star is going out Do not curl up in a ball and pout Just call upon the knight from afar He gives power to the Flowers of pale little Stars Banding Together Zebba Whitsen: Going for a stroll I see the sky has a hole In its atmosphere No need to fear We can hold each other's hands In this halfway decent land And make a break for a place across the sand Do you want to start a space-age rock band? We can play gigs across the galaxy and sing about the Teleporting Man We’ll have a drummer who can play faster than the speed of sound And the singer will dress in spiraling bright-colored gowns |
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