Hot Humid Sticky

Hot, Humid, and Sticky by Nawen Amakiir

• Instrument: 24 string Lute
• Costume: ForestGirl Jacket and ripped skirt
• First Performed: Port Hole Inn, Ferrell

Deep in the darkest reaches of the forest
The coven gathers and dances to unheard beats
Under the cover of darkness where only the stars understand them
Releasing fantasies into the dreams of those asleep
Live your secret fantasies and the one you know you are

You can be anything you want from a 'Dire Cock' to a 'Dire Wrog'
You can dance in the garden day and night without any clothes
You can say pelailpelail to that one person you always want to but never do (then watch the magic happen)
You can let the waves take you away and then bring you back
You can have wings and flutter about overflowing with life and joy
but don't worry about me. I've had the Blade of Pelar in me so much
I am now considered a shrine to be worshiped and adored.

Fall asleep in the forest and see what the coven give you
from deep within the darkness of the forest
Where they dance under the stars creating your fantasies
to liberate you from your self-imposed chains
Live the life you know you were meant for

You can be anything you want from a 'Hobo' to a Mayor'
You can dance with the satyrs and drink of their love
You can ask that one person to go for a walk then hand them a shovel (tell them to dig their own grave)
You can let the river of life set adrift or you can splash in all day
You can have wings and flutter about overflowing with life and joy
but don't worry about me. I'm still a swordsmith after all
You should see me handle the 'Blade' of Pelar
I am know the head priestess!

Now lay down in the flowers and inhale deeply
For tonight you shall have such dreams that your heart will race
Your mind will drift from the forbidden to the a taboo if your blessed
Embrace the mysteries of the darkness within the deep forest
for it embraces you without your knowledge

You can be anything you want from a 'Roland' to 'Rollo'
You can make love to a dryad if you know how
You can ask that one person to shut the hell up (unless it's me then you go fuck yourself)
You can let the wind carry you above the forest into the clouds
You can have wings and flutter about overflowing with life and joy
but don't worry about me.

I still have many fantasies yet to live
and I'll fly higher than I ever have

But now it's your turn to live your fantasies

Cause I am going to have some cake!