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Music is Love: [11/7]
Lorne sits on the classroom stage. "First I want to thank everyone for such a great performance you did for the assembly. It was truly a thing of beauty. So much so that I made sure copies were sent to your relatives. At least the ones I could track down."
After the screams and looks of horror passed, Lorne continued oblivious to his students' looks of woe.
"Today kids? We're talking about the ballad. Now a balad can be different things. It can be about love. It can be a story of a poor moutaineer who could barely keep his family fed. It can be about a convoy of trucks or even about the Green Berets."
"Your assignment is to sing a ballad. Make it moving and personal if you can."
"Next week? Your assignment is to write a song of your own on whatever topic you want. Be ready to perform it for everyone."
[ooc:Wait for OCD is up! If you want your parent or guardian to get a copy of your characters peformance? Feel free to do so. If no? Then feel free to do that as well. If you want to yell at Lorne for sending out the packages? He'll give you a drink and a pat on the head. ]
After the screams and looks of horror passed, Lorne continued oblivious to his students' looks of woe.
"Today kids? We're talking about the ballad. Now a balad can be different things. It can be about love. It can be a story of a poor moutaineer who could barely keep his family fed. It can be about a convoy of trucks or even about the Green Berets."
"Your assignment is to sing a ballad. Make it moving and personal if you can."
"Next week? Your assignment is to write a song of your own on whatever topic you want. Be ready to perform it for everyone."
[ooc:
Sing! [11/7]
Re: Sing! [11/7]
ParkerBitterGirl was sardonic a couple weeks ago, for the recital. She's just going for thoroughly ironic and cold now. It's also appropriate because, hey, they are in Fairfax County.O once I loved an outlaw
He came and stole my heart,
O how I count the hours
Since we were torn apart.
On the road to Fairfax County
I spied a highwayman
He wanted all my money
My heart beat like a drum
I gave him all my money
And sweet he smiled at me,
His beauty I took pity
Beneath a black oak tree.
We kissed but for an hour
The sun was newly warm,
The clouds were as the flowers,
That bloom but for a morn.
He gave back all my money
And bowed most gallantly,
He promised for to meet me
That night beneath the tree.
We'd flee to some far island
And there we would be wed,
And freely we would live there
With no price upon his head.
One night I went to meet him
With my inheritance,
He kissed me 'neath the half moon
And joyful we did dance.
O love betrays all secrets
It whispers in the breeze,
The sheriff he did follow
With all his deputies.
Like hounds rushing to slaughter
The fox whose luck is run,
He stood erect and cursed them,
"Goddamn you, everyone!"
They seized him in a fury
And heeding not my plea,
They hung him from the oak tree
Where he made love to me.
O once I loved an outlaw
He came and stole my heart,
O how I count the hours
Since we were torn apart.
It's a pretty tune, (http://sniff.numachi.com/pages/tiRDFAIRFX;ttRDFAIRFX.html) though.
[ooc: full credit to
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And I's feelin' near as faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
It rode us all the way into New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
I's playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues, yeah
Windshield wipers slappin' time, I's holdin' Bobby's hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knew, yeah
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' don't mean nothin' hon' if it ain't free, no no
And feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
You know, feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
From the Kentucky coal mine to the California sun
There Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done
Yeah, Bobby baby kept me from the cold
One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away
He's lookin' for that home and I hope he finds it
But I'd trade all o' my tomorrows for one single yesterday
To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', that's all that Bobby left me, yeah
But if feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
Hey, feelin' good was good enough for me, mm-hmm
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
La-da-da La-da-da-da La-da-da da-da da-da
La-da-da da-la-da la-da, Bobby McGee, yeah
La-da-la-da-la-da La-da-la-da-da
La-da-la-da-la-la, Bobby McGee, yeah
La-da-da La-da-da La da-da La da-da
La-da-da La da-da La da-da
Hey, my Bobby, Lord, my Bobby McGee, yeah
Lo-da-lo da-la-lo-da-la
Lo-da-la-lo da-la-lo la-la-lo la-la-lo la-la
Hey, my Bobby, Lord, my Bobby McGee, yeah
Lord, I call him my lover, call him my man
I said I call him my lover, did the best I can, c'mon
Hey now Bobby now, hey now Bobby McGee, yeah
La-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-la
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, Lord!
------ instrumental break ------
La-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, yeah
Re: Sing! [11/7]
When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
We've been through this such a long long time
Just tryin' to kill the pain
But lovers always come and lovers always go
An no one's really sure who's lettin' go today
Walking away
If we could take the time to lay it on the line
I could rest my head
Just knowin' that you were mine
All mine
So if you want to love me
then darlin' don't refrain
Or I'll just end up walkin'
In the cold November rain
Do you need some time...on your own
Do you need some time...all alone
Everybody needs some time...on their own
Don't you know you need some time...all alone
I know it's hard to keep an open heart
When even friends seem out to harm you
But if you could heal a broken heart
Wouldn't time be out to charm you
Sometimes I need some time...on my
own Sometimes I need some time...all alone
Everybody needs some time...on their own
Don't you know you need some time...all alone
And when your fears subside
And shadows still remain, ohhh yeahhh
I know that you can love me
When there's no one left to blame
So never mind the darkness
We still can find a way
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
Even cold November rain
Don't ya think that you need somebody
Don't ya think that you need someone
Everybody needs somebody
You're not the only one
You're not the only one
It's a lot shorter without the like, nine minutes of Slash instrumental. Also, Jaye still has a troll attached to her sleeve.
Re: Sing! [11/7]
Winter and Spring
Summer and Fall
Four seasons
Four loves
Four seasons
Four loves
Yeah, he can't carry a tune.
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Peter Pumpkinhead came to town
Spreading wisdom and cash around
Fed the starving and housed the poor
Showed the vatican what gold's for
But he made too many enemies
Of the people who would keep us on our knees
Hooray for Peter Pumpkin
Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead?
Peter Pumpkinhead pulled them all
Emptied churches and shopping malls
Where he spoke, it would raise the roof
Peter Pumpkinhead told the truth
But he made too many enemies
Of the people who would keep us on our knees
Hooray for Peter Pumpkin
Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead?
Peter Pumpkinhead put to shame
Governments who would slur his name
Plots and sex scandals failed outright
Peter merely said
Any kind of love is alright
But he made too many enemies
Of the people who would keep us on our knees
Hooray for Peter Pumpkin
Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead?
Peter Pumpkinhead was too good
Had him nailed to a chunk of wood
He died grinning on live TV
Hanging there he looked a lot like you
And an awful lot like me!
But he made too many enemies
Of the people who would keep us on our knees
Hooray for Peter Pumpkin
Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead?
Hooray for Peter Pumpkin
Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkin
Hooray for Peter Pumpkinhead
Oh my oh my oh!
Doesn't it make you want to cry oh?
Re: Sing! [11/7]
La mañana de San Juan - al tiempo que alboreaba,
gran fiesta hacen los moros - por la vega de Granada.
Revolviendo sus caballos - y jugando de las lanzas,
ricos pendones en ellas - broslados por sus amadas,
ricas marlotas vestidas - tejidas de oro y grana.
El moro que amores tiene - señales de ello mostraba,
y el que no tenía amores - allí no escarmuzaba.
Las damas moras los miran - de las torres de la Alhambra,
también se los mira el rey - de dentro de la Alcazaba.
Dando voces vino un moro - con la cara ensangrantada:
- Con tu licencia, el rey, - te daré una nueva mala:
el infante don Fernando - tiene a Antequera ganada;
muchos moros deja muertos, - yo soy quien mejor librara,
siete lanzadas yo traigo, - el cuerpo todo me pasan,
los que conmigo escaparon - en Archidona quedaban.
Con la tal nueva el rey - la cara se le demudaba;
manda juntar sus trompetas - que toquen todas el arma,
manda juntar a los suyos, - hace muy gran cabalgada,
y a las puertas de Alcalá, - que la Real se llamaba,
los crisitianos y los moros - una escaramuza traban.
Los cristianos eran muchos, - mas llevaban orden mala,
los moros, que son de guerra, - dádoles han mala carga,
de ellos matan, de ellos prenden, - de ellos toman en celada.
Con la victoria, los moros - van la vuelta de Granada;
a grandes voces decían: - -¡La victoria ya es cobrada!
Re: Sing! [11/7]
I have seen the rain
I have felt the pain
I don't know where I'll be tomorrow
I don't know where I'm going
I don't even know where I've been
But I know I'd like to see them again.
Spend my days just searching
Spend my nights in dreams
Stop looking over my shoulder baby
I've stopped wonderin' what it means
Drop out, burn out, soldier ho-oh they've said I should've been more
Probably so if I hadn't of been in that crazy damn Vietnam war.
I have seen the rain
I've survived the pain
Oh I've been home 30 years or so
And I'm just stepping up for the blame
Spend my days just searching
Spend my nights in dreams
Stop looking over my shoulder baby
I've stopped wonderin' what it means
Drop out, burn out, soldier ho-oh they've said I should've been more
Probably so if I hadn't of been in that crazy damn Vietnam war.
We have seen the rain, together
We have survived the pain, forever
Oh it's good to home again
It's good to be with my friends
Oh it's good to be home again
It's good to feel that rain
Re: Sing! [11/7]
I had me a wife, I had me some daughters.
I tried so hard, I never knew still waters.
Nothing to eat and nothing to drink.
Nothing for a man to do but sit around and think.
Nothing for a man to do but sit around and think.
Well, Im a thinkin and thinkin, till theres nothin I aint thunk.
Breathing in the stink, till finally I stunk.
It was at that time, I swear I lost my mind.
I started making plans to kill my own kind.
I started making plans to kill my own kind.
Come little daughter, I said to the youngest one,
Put your coat on, well have some fun.
Well go out to mountains, the one to explore.
Her face then lit up, I was standing by the door.
Her face then lit up, I was standing by the door.
Come little daughter, I will carry the lanterns.
Well go out tonight, well go to the caverns.
Well go out tonight, well go to the caves.
Kiss your mother goodnight and remember that God saves.
Kiss your mother goodnight and remember that God saves.
A led her to a hole, a deep black well.
I said make a wish, make sure and not tell and
Close youre eyes dear, and count to seven.
You know your papa loves you, good children go to heaven.
You know your papa loves you, good children go to heaven.
I gave her a push, I gave her a shove.
I pushed with all my might, I pushed with all my love.
I threw my child into a bottomless pit.
She was screaming as she fell, but I never heard her hit.
She was screaming as she fell, but I never heard her hit.
Gather round boys to this tale that I tell.
You wanna know how to take a short trip to hell?
Its guarenteed to get your own place in hell.
Just take your lovely daughter and push her in the well.
Take your lovely daughter and throw her in the well.
Dont speak to me of lovers, with a broken heart.
You wanna know what can really tear you apart?
Im going out to the barn, will I never stop in pain?
Im going out to the barn, to hang myself in shame.
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"Come on Laddie! Give it your all!"
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