Credit: Mira (interpret) – gotta go home tonight – Yo – dancer –
Author: Shantal's buttler
Greeeetings from Viktoria and friend
Last week Viktoria was in Vienna with her girlfriend (this week in hollandia) and today we get a nice greeting-travel-vid – thanks Viktoria and always a good traveltime!
The lovelock bridge with Yvonne
A love lock or love padlock is a padlock which sweethearts lock to a bridge, fence, gate, monument, or similar public fixture to symbolize their love. Typically the sweethearts’ names or initials, and perhaps the date, are inscribed on the padlock, and its key is thrown away (often into the nearby river) to symbolize unbreakable love. Today Shantal present sweet Yvonne at this kind of place.
Yes, Elvis was here!
Start in the weekend
From Good Times
Do you know how to pony like bony maroney or Johnny wanted to run?
The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating Another boy was sliding up the hallway He merged perfectly with the hallway, He merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallway The boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run, but the movie kept moving as planned The boy took Johnny, he pushed him against the locker, He drove it in, he drove it home, he drove it deep in Johnny The boy disappeared, Johnny fell on his knees, started crashing his head against the locker, started crashing his head against the locker, started laughing hysterically When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he’s being surrounded by horses, horses, horses, horses coming in in all directions white shining silver studs with their nose in flames, He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses. Do you know how to pony like bony maroney Do you know how to twist, well it goes like this, it goes like this Baby mash potato, do the alligator, do the alligator And you twist the twister like your baby sister I want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, dig your baby sister Rise up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee, Roll down on her back, got to lose control, got to lose control, Got to lose control and then you take control, Then you’re rolled down on your back and you like it like that, Like it like that, like it like that, like it like that, Then you do the watusi, yeah do the watusi Life is filled with holes, Johnny’s laying there, his sperm coffin Angel looks down at him and says, “Oh, pretty boy, Can’t you show me nothing but surrender ?” Johnny gets up, takes off his leather jacket, Taped to his chest there’s the answer, You got pen knives and jack knives and Switchblades preferred, switchblades preferred Then he cries, then he screams, saying Life is full of pain, I’m cruisin’ through my brain And I fill my nose with snow and go Rimbaud, Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud, And go Johnny go, and do the watusi, oh do the watusi There’s a little place, a place called space It’s a pretty little place, it’s across the tracks, Across the tracks and the name of the place is you like it like that, You like it like that, you like it like that, you like it like that, And the name of the band is the Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes Baby calm down, better calm down, In the night, in the eye of the forest There’s a mare black and shining with yellow hair, I put my fingers through her silken hair and found a stair, I didn’t waste time, I just walked right up and saw that up there — there is a sea up there — there is a sea up there — there is a sea the sea’s the possibility There is no land but the land (up there is just a sea of possibilities) There is no sea but the sea (up there is a wall of possibilities) There is no keeper but the key (up there there are several walls of possibilities) Except for one who seizes possibilities, one who seizes possibilities. (up there) I seize the first possibility, is the sea around me I was standing there with my legs spread like a sailor (in a sea of possibilities) I felt his hand on my knee (on the screen) And I looked at Johnny and handed him a branch of cold flame (in the heart of man) The waves were coming in like Arabian stallions Gradually lapping into sea horses He picked up the blade and he pressed it against his smooth throat (the spoon) And let it deep in (the veins) Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities It started hardening Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities It started hardening in my hand And I felt the arrows of desire I put my hand inside his cranium, oh we had such a brainiac-amour But no more, no more, I gotta move from my mind to the area (go Rimbaud go Rimbaud go Rimbaud) And go Johnny go and do the watusi, Yeah do the watusi, do the watusi … Shined open coiled snakes white and shiny twirling and encircling Our lives are now entwined, we will fall yes we’re together twining Your nerves, your mane of the black shining horse And my fingers all entwined through the air, I could feel it, it was the hair going through my fingers, (I feel it I feel it I feel it I feel it) The hairs were like wires going through my body I I that’s how I that’s how I I died (at that Tower of Babel they knew what they were after) (they knew what they were after) [Everything on the current] moved up I tried to stop it, but it was too warm, too unbelievably smooth, Like playing in the sea, in the sea of possibility, the possibility Was a blade, a shiny blade, I hold the key to the sea of possibilities There’s no land but the land