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Date Posted: 21:01:41 07/03/02 Wed
Author: Skyler
Author Host/IP: NoHost / 12.150.138.105
Subject: Oh let's get Away [performance]

::Lissome seductress ingresses pon the brightly painted world of the elevated platform. Grabbed by the troupe as she was returning from a restroom break she fumed silently at the inconvenience of not being a pure soloist, thou she had to admit she did owe it to the cadre. Tossing sceptered mug sending erratically layered tassels of bluish onyx into further disarray, jaded bruja easily settles within superior world of the ostentation. Deep burgundy pigmented talons easily take up the sporadic chords of the prelude. Tenuous confirmation takes up soft rocking motion to the beat before sultry vocals reverberate throughout the umbrage tainted establishment, pouring ever fiber of her soul into the libretto::
To what do I owe this gift my friend?
My life, my love, my soul?
I�ve been dancing with the devil way too long
And it�s making me grow old
Making me grow old.

Let�s leave...oh let�s get away
Get lost in time
Where there�s no reason left to hide.

Let�s leave...oh let�s get away
Run in fields of time
Where there�s no reason left to hide
No reason left to hide.
::Cranium elevates a solitary notch, allowing pristine vernacular to abscond unobstructed. Settling lissome figuration closer to the steadfast mic, caressing forth the chords for the dulcet tumult. Sumptuous seraph happily flaunts increasing talent and dexterity for combination of sultry modulations and harmonious composition, never faltering in outpour of trepidation::
What are you going to do with your gift dear child?
Give live, give love, give soul?
Divided is the one who dances
For the soul is so exposed
So exposed
::Smug simper fabricates across lush orifice, having fathomsized the perfect punishment for bandmates, ignited golds close; f�morra deftly swings guitar from stagnant dwelling infront of form, to orbit framage settling against willowy spinal column. Freedom of mentality allows cumulation of sentiment to fluctuate silkenly past feminine larynx. Slender digits apprehends metallic cylinder of mic elevating it moreso to oral cavity::
Let�s leave...oh let�s get away
Get lost in time
Where there�s no reason left to hide

Let�s leave...oh let�s get away
Run in fields of time
Where there�s no reason left to hide
No reason to hide
::Enticing vocabulary fluctuates with silken clarity, audicity rising and falling with captivating alleviation. Gentle swell of palatial sovereign�s hips takes up soft swayage to the beat. Button up raiment cascades unsealed, the last few clasps having been left undone exhibiting teasing expanse of smooth plain of abdomen::
There is no reason to hide
There is no reason to hide
There is no reason to hide
There is no reason to hide

Let�s leave...oh let�s get away
Get lost in time
Where there�s no reason left to hide, yea

Let�s leave...oh let�s get away
Run in fields of time
Where there�s no reason left to hide
No reason to hide, yea

Let�s leave...oh let�s get away
Get lost in time
Where there�s no reason left to hide, yea

No reason to hide
There�s no reason to hide
No reason to hide
::With the coming inevitable cessation of concord, fatale allows vocalizations to soar with one last duration, retaining pristine notes to their fullest capabilities; extending and manipulating annotations till breathlessness incited fading of lyrics releasing audience from entrapment. Stepping away from the stationary mic, alluring confirmation sags in exhaustion. Quick escapment of bandmates and elevated platform is made, dissolving into the tenebrous of seclusion Out of sight outta mind�right?; light sheen of exertion detecable pon exposed epidermal. Delving into the obscured quarantination; scorching golds probe the myriad for masculine familiar, having lost track of him neath the blindment of stage lights. Sprawling once more against cool cynderblocks fighting to regain normalcy after recital::

[yea i know i'm suffering from increasing boredom and mental abundancy...aim is being a bitch and not working so i don't know who all is on and whose not so deal with it -eccentric laughter-]

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