no FCGL

...In sudden unexpected contemplation of gorgeous looking men
- all of course absolutely inaccesible
so strong is there love and interest for other males.. -
i find myself with drifting thoughts in fleeting yet peaceful minutes,

and time and again, on the other end of the room,
beautiful looking young women stand around,
talk to each other..
The type you just can't help admiring. women more often than not accompanied by matching girlfriends who smile at them too...

Our elbows on the bar counter, tired and waiting
Cs. says “damn, why are all the beautiful girls taken?”

just out of the blue, just like that
before sighing deeply and longingly.

i breathe in like her as well,
Amidst our lingering silence we take a sip on our drinks
in a moment of complicity I accompany her stare into the void.............

and then we look at each other
and burst into laughter..

"Pearls"
"There is a woman in Somalia
Scraping for pearls on the roadside
There's a force stronger than nature
Keeps her will alive
This is how she's dying
She's dying to survive
Don't know what she's made of
I would like to be that brave
She cries to the heaven above
There is a stone in my heart
She lives a life she didn't choose
And it hurts like brand-new shoes
Hurts like brand-new shoes
There is a woman in Somalia
The sun gives her no mercy
The same sky we lay under
Burns her to the bone
Long as afternoon shadows
It's gonna take her to get home
Each grain carefully wrapped up
Pearls for her little girl

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
She cries to the heaven above
There is a stone in my heart
She lives in a world she didn't choose
And it hurts like brand-new shoes
Hurts like brand-new shoes"
sade

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"Lisbon Bay (Sailor's Song)"

'Twas on a Monday morning, all in the month of May,
Our ship she weighed her anchor, all for to sail away;
The wind did from the southwest blow, for Lisbon we were bound,
The hills and dales were covered with pretty young girls around.

I wrote a letter to Nancy, for her to understand
That I should have to leave her, unto some foreign land,
She said,
My dearest William, these words will break my heart,
Oh, let us married be tonight, sweet Willie, before you start.
For ten long weeks and better I1ve been with child by thee,
So stay at home, dear William, be kind and marry me.

Our captain has commanded us, and I shall have to go,
The Queen's in want of men, my love,
I'd never dare answer, No.

I'll cut my long yellow hair off, your clothing I'll put on,
And I will go with you, love, and be your waiting-man,
And when it is your watch on deck, your duty I will do,
I'd face the field of battle, love, in order to be with you.

Your pretty little fingers, they are both long and small,
Your waist it is too slender to face the cannonball,
For loud the cannons rattle, love, and blazing bullets fly,
And silver trumpets sound, my love, to cover the dismal cry.

Pray do not talk of danger, for love is my desire,
To see you in the battle, and with you spend my time,
And I will go through France and Spain, all for to be your bride,
And I will lay me down upon the battlefield at your side.

'Twas on a Monday morning, all in the month of May,
Our ship she weighed her anchor, all for to sail away;
The wind did from the southwest blow, for Lisbon we were bound,
The hills and dales were covered with pretty young girls around. "