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fandomhigh2006-11-07 02:05 am
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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:
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