fandomhigh | 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. ]

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Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train
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

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