International Kiss-A-Swede Day Is Today!

Today is Sweden´s National Day and the Swedish Flag Day, but more importantly it is also the second annual

International Kiss-A-Swede Day in SecondLife.

The amazing and breathtaking DJ FelineFemme will be there to supply us with great music. 

I am hoping to be joined by other Swedes, both women and men, to serve the yearning International community. However the Much Honored Bock McMillan, laird of Southern Charm and prince of Cascade falls, has this day also been given the powers to appoint Honorary Swedes (Valid for one day only and only while remaining on the sim of Southern Charm in SecondLife)

You and all your friends are cordially invited to join the kissfest at Southern Charm (SLurl).

BE THERE OR BE SQUARE!

Now, all please rise for what should rightfully be made the Swedish National Anthem if the world was a just and righteous place.

I Feel Best In Open Landscapes
music and lyrics by Ulf Lundell (lyrics translated to English by Bock McMillan)

I feel best in open landscapes, close to the sea I want to live

A few months trough out the year, so I can get peace within

I feel best in open landscapes, where winds are blowing full

Where the larks fly free up to the sky, and singing wonderful

There I make my own aquavit, and flavor it with St. John´s Wort

And drink it with pleasure, with herring and homemade bread

I feel best in open landscapes, close to sea I want to live.

I feel best in peace and freedom, for both body and soul

No one comes too close to me, and shutting in and steal

I feel best when day is breaking, where fields are filled with light

When cocks crow far away, when it´s far to the closest house

But still so close, that one quiet silent night

When you're sitting under the stars, you can still hear the laughter

I feel best in peace and freedom, for both body and soul

I feel best when the sea is swelling, and gulls are crying high

When the beach is filled with seashells, with the oceans sound inside

When the clear and the simple, can exist the way it wants

Where yes is yes, and no is no, and doubt is lying low

Then I tie a ring of leafs, and lay it on the closest rock

Where runes were cut for our sake, once so long ago

I feel best when the sea is swelling, and the gulls are crying high

I feel best in open landscapes, close to the sea I want to live