Music is Love: Third Period

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

"Good morning once again and welcome to MUSIC IS LOVE!" Lorne exclaimed. "The show where kids compete for grades... not a record deal. Sucks for them, doesn't it?"

"First let's give a shout out to the gods in the room who also just happen to be our guest judges: Ares and Hades! And with out guest judges our appropriate theme is "War and/or Love is hell."

Lorne sat down at the judges table and looked eagerly at his students. "Let's hear what you got for us."

[OCD is up!]

Comments

Sign in [2/9]

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

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Re: Sign in [2/9]

[ktarian-wildman.livejournal.com]

Naomi Wildman

Re: Sign in [2/9]

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

Alec

Suck up to the Judges!

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

I know one of them likes dancing girls

Re: Suck up to the Judges!

[sideburnsofwar.livejournal.com]

Ares had no shame and was perfectly willing to show off even if Lorne hadn't asked him to sing.

Clearing his throat, he began to sing (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TkwCsXSdt0Y).

You're lost and confused but I understand
This once beloved friend has been slain by your hand
You feel all alone, betrayed and adrift
But maybe her lost can be viewed as a gift

Now I'll be your rock, your strength and support
Your close confident with whom you can consort
I know you completely
Come melt into me
Unleash the power of your destiny

You've proved to yourself now that you've made the kill
That you're just like me
With as evil a will
Our forces are meant to be merged into one
The world will be panicked when our worked is done

Let the music of war, with it's lustful refrain
Arouse us to height with a passionate strain

Imagine how awesome together we'd be
So feel what I'm feeling
Come melt into me

Re: Suck up to the Judges!

[ismyhairout.livejournal.com]

"Show off."

Sing! [2/9]

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

It's why you are in the class!

Re: Sing! [2/9]

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

Alec wasn't exactly happy with the theme as both hit somewhat close to home, but he got up to sing and he did it with feeling. The song may not have seemed exactly about one or the other, but once he'd found it he hadn't looked further.

"Wish I was too dead to cry
My self-affliction fades
Stones to throw at my creator
Masochists to which I cater
You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'til it bleeds

Wish I was too dead to care
If indeed I cared at all
Never had a voice to protest
So you fed me shit to digest
I wish I had a reason;
my flaws are open season
For this, I gave up trying
One good turn deserves my dying

You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'til it bleeds

Wish I'd died instead of lived
A zombie hides my face
Shell forgotten
with its memories
Diaries left
with cryptic entries

And you don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'til it bleeds

You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on:
I'll never live down my deceit"

Re: Sing! [2/9]

[ktarian-wildman.livejournal.com]

Naomi was glad that she wasn't shadowy this week. It made singing slightly easier.

Your love was reckless baby I fell deep
Easy to hold but you were hard to keep
You were a heartache waiting to be
We took off flying down a dead end street

I never knew that love could hurt so bad
When you said goodbye with a tip of your hat
I watched you leaving across the welcome mat
And though I know that you ain't coming back

One solitary tear is all I'll cry
One solitary tear falling, falling,
Falling from my eyes
I'll get over you I'll get by
One solitary tear at a time

Little things remind me that you're gone
The mailman still brings all your catalogs
The radio just keeps on playing our songs
But I tell myself that I have to be strong

One solitary tear is all I'll cry
One solitary tear falling, falling,
Falling from my eyes
I'll get over you I'll get by
One solitary tear at a time

I'll get over you
I'll get by
One solitary tear
At a time
One solitary tear
At a time

[song is One Solitary Tear by Sherrie Austin]

Re: Sing! [2/9]

[wannabehunter]

Jo sung very enthusiastically.

War! huh-yeah
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Uh-huh

War! huh-yeah
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Say it again y'all

War! huh good God
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Listen to me?

Ohhh? War! I despise
Because it means destruction?
Of innocent lives

War means tears
to thousands of mothers eyes
When their sons go to fight
and lose their lives

I said - War! Huh Good God y'all
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Say it again

War! Whoa, Lord ...
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Listen to me?

War! It ain't nothing but a heartbreaker
War! Friend only to the undertaker
War! It's an enemy to all mankind
The thought of war blows my mind

War has caused unrest in the younger generation
Induction then destruction-
Who wants to die?

Ohhh? War Good God y'all
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Say it, Say it, Say it

War! Uh-huh Yeah - Huh!
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Listen to me?

War! It ain't nothing but a heartbreaker
War! It's got one friend, that's the undertaker
War has shattered many a young mans dreams
Made him disabled bitter and mean
Life is much to precious to spend fighting wars these days
War can't give life, it can only take it away

War! Huh Good God y'all
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Say it again

War! Whoa, Lord ...
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Listen to me?

War! It ain't nothing but a heartbreaker
War! Friend only to the undertaker
Peace Love and Understanding;
tell me, is there no place for them today?
They say we must fight to keep our freedom
But Lord knows there's got to be a better way

War! Huh Good God y'all
What is it good for?
You tell me
Say it, Say it, Say it

War! Huh Good God y'all
What is it good for?
Stand up and shout it.
Nothing!

Re: Sing! [2/9]

[southernbender.livejournal.com]

Katara really had no idea what this song referred to or why exactly she was singing it. But she liked the tune. It was catchy.

"John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave;
John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave;
John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave;
His soul's marching on!

Glory, halle—hallelujah! Glory, halle—hallelujah!
Glory, halle—hallelujah! his soul's marching on!

He's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord!
He's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord!
He's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord!
His soul's marching on!

Glory, halle—hallelujah! Glory, halle—hallelujah!
Glory, halle—hallelujah! his soul's marching on!

John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back!
John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back!
John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back!
His soul's marching on!

Glory, halle—hallelujah! Glory, halle—hallelujah!
Glory, halle—hallelujah! his soul's marching on!

They will hang Jeff. Davis to a sour apple tree!
They will hang Jeff. Davis to a sour apple tree!
They will hang Jeff. Davis to a sour apple tree!
As they march along!

Glory, halle—hallelujah! Glory, halle—hallelujah!
Glory, halle—hallelujah! his soul's marching on!

Now, three rousing cheers for the Union;
Now, three rousing cheers for the Union;
Now, three rousing cheers for the Union;
As we are marching on!

Glory, halle—hallelujah! Glory, halle—hallelujah!
Glory, halle—hallelujah! his soul's marching on!"

Re: Sing! [2/9]

[absolutesnark]

Summer stood on the stage and sang a song she felt fit the theme perfectly.

We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love Is A Battlefield
We are strong, no one can tell us we're wrong
Searchin' our hearts for so long, both of us knowing
Love Is A Battlefield

You're beggin' me to go, you're makin' me stay
Why do you hurt me so bad?
It would help me to know
Do I stand in your way, or am I the best thing you've had?
Believe me, believe me, I can't tell you why
But I'm trapped by your love, and I'm chained to your side

We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love Is A Battlefield

We are strong, no one can tell us we're wrong
Searchin' our hearts for so long, both of us knowing
Love Is A Battlefield

We're losing control
Will you turn me away or touch me deep inside?
And before this gets old, will it still feel the same?
There's no way this will die
But if we get much closer, I could lose control
And if your heart surrenders, you'll need me to hold

We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love Is A Battlefield

We are strong, no one can tell us we're wrong
Searchin' our hearts for so long, both of us knowing
Love Is A Battlefield

Re: Sing! [2/9]

[chasingangela]

Angela tried a torch-singer thing for her song. It ... kind of worked. Almost.

Good morning heartache
You old gloomy sight
Good morning heartache
Thought we said goodbye last night
I turned and tossed until it seems you were gone
But here you are with the dawn
Wish I forget you, but you're here to stay
It seems I met you
When my love went away
Now everyday I stop I'm saying to you
Good morning heartache whats new

Stop haunting me now
Cant shake you nohow
Just leave me alone
I've got those Monday blues
Straight to Sunday blues
Good morning heartache
Here we go again
Good morning heartache
You're the one
Who knows me well
Might as well get use to you hanging around
Good morning heartache
Sit down

Re: Sing! [2/9]

[grenfelzer.livejournal.com]

Carmela finally had a song that wasn't Jonathan Coulton!

I see you've found a box of my things -
Infantries, tanks and smoldering airplane wings.
These old pictures are cool. Tell me some stories
Was it like the old war movies?
Sit down son. Let me fill you in

Where to begin? Let's start with the end
This black and white photo don't capture the skin
From the flash of a gun to a soldier who's done
Trust me grandson
The war was in color

From shipyard to sea, From factory to sky
From rivet to rifle, from boot camp to battle cry
I wore the mask up high on a daylight run
That held my face in its clammy hand
Crawled over coconut logs and corpses in the coral sand

Where to begin? Let¹s start with the end
This black and white photo don't capture the skin
From the shock of a shell or the memory of smell
If red is for Hell
The war was in color

I held the canvas bag over the railing
The dead released, with the ship still sailing,
Out of our hands and into the swallowing sea
I felt the crossfire stitching up soldiers
Into a blanket of dead, and as the night grows colder
In a window back home, a Blue Star is traded for Gold.

Where to begin? Let's start with the end
This black and white photo don't capture the skin
When metal is churned. And bodies are burned
Victory earned
The War was in color

Now I lay in my grave at age 21
Long before you were born
Before I bore a son
What good did it do?
Well hopefully for you
A world without war
A life full of color

Where to begin? Let's start with the end
This black and white photo never captured my skin
Once it was torn from an enemy thorn
Straight through the core
The war was in color

Re: Sing! [2/9]

[otherside-miley.livejournal.com]

Miley jumped around the stage singing a badly off tune and screaming version of Love Stinks.

You love her
But she loves him
And he loves somebody else
Ya just can't win
And so it goes
Till the day you die
This thing they call love
It's gonna make you cry
I've had the blues
The reds and the pinks
One thing's for sure

Love stinks
Love stinks yeah yeah
Love stinks
Love stinks yeah yeah
Love stinks
Love stinks yeah yeah
Love stinks
Love stinks yeah yeah

Two by two and side by side
Love's gonna find you yes it is
Ya just can't hide
You'll hear it call
Your heart will fall
Then love will fly
It's gone that's all
I don't care what any Casanova thinks
All I can say is
Love stinks

Love stinks
Love stinks yeah yeah
Love stinks
Love stinks yeah yeah
Love stinks
Love stinks yeah yeah
Love stinks
Love stinks yeah yeah

I've been through diamonds
I've been through minks
I've been through it all
Love stinks

Love stinks
Love stinks yeah yeah
Love stinks
Love stinks yeah yeah
Love stinks
Love stinks yeah yeah
Love stinks
Love stinks yeah yeah

Re: Sing! [2/9]

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Hmmm.... anti-war song = detention. So, suck-up time.
Well... can you say 'more cowbell (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%28Don%27t_Fear%29_The_Reaper)'?

Sokka had the opera cape on again, and wailed with powerful emotion and powerful lack of anything resembling a tune:

All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain
We can be like they are

Come on baby... Don't fear the Reaper
Baby take my hand... Don't fear the Reaper
We'll be able to fly... Don't fear the Reaper
Baby I'm your man...

Valentine is done
Here but now they're gone
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity...
Romeo and Juliet

40,000 men and women everyday... Like Romeo and Juliet
40,000 men and women everyday... Redefine happiness
Another 40,000 coming everyday... We can be like they are

Come on baby... Don't fear the Reaper
Baby take my hand... Don't fear the Reaper
We'll be able to fly... Don't fear the Reaper
Baby I'm your man...

Love of two is one
Here but now they're gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear we couldn't go on
The door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew and then disappeared
The curtains flew then he appeared
Saying don't be afraid

Come on baby... And we had no fear
And we ran to him... Then we started to fly
We looked backward and said goodbye
We had become like they are
We had taken his hand
We had become like they are

Come on baby...don't fear the reaper

Re: Sing! [2/9]

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean stepped up to the mic and started singing, voice low and full of feeling at the start, loud and angry and bitter to match the music at the end.

"I can't remember anything
Can't tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I feel to scream
This terrible silence stops me

Now that the war is through with me
I'm waking up, I cannot see
That there is not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please, God, wake me

Back in the womb it's much too real
In pumps life that I must feel
But can't look forward to reveal
Look to the time when I'll live

Fed through the tube that sticks in me
Just like a wartime novelty
Tied to machines that make me be
Cut this life off from me

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please, God, wake me

Now the world is gone, I'm just one
Oh God, help me
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please, God, help me

Darkness imprisoning me
All that I see
Absolute horror
I cannot live
I cannot die
Trapped in myself
Body my holding cell

Landmine has taken my sight
Taken my speech
Taken my hearing
Taken my arms
Taken my legs
Taken my soul
Left me with life in hell"

Re: Sing! [2/9]

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

Molly had had a hard time deciding on a song for today. *shakes fist at Summer and Miley* She'd finally found one that she thought she could sing.

You and I in a little toy shop
Buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got.
Set them free at the break of dawn
'Til one by one, they were gone.
Back at base, bugs in the software
Flash the message, Something's out there.
Floating in the summer sky.
99 red balloons go by.

99 red balloons.
floating in the summer sky.
Panic bells, it's red alert.
There's something here from somewhere else.
The war machine springs to life.
Opens up one eager eye.
Focusing it on the sky.
Where 99 red balloons go by.

99 Decision Street.
99 ministers meet.
To worry, worry, super-scurry.
Call the troops out in a hurry.
This is what we've waited for.
This is it boys, this is war.
The president is on the line
As 99 red balloons go by.

99 Knights of the air
Ride super-high-tech jet fighters
Everyone's a superhero.
Everyone's a Captain Kirk.
With orders to identify.
To clarify and classify.
Scramble in the summer sky.
As 99 red balloons go by.

99 dreams I have had.
In every one a red balloon.
It's all over and I'm standing pretty.
In this dust that was a city.
If I could find a souvenier.
Just to prove the world was here.
And here is a red balloon
I think of you and let it go.

Re: Sing! [2/9]

[the-right-ray.livejournal.com]

Ray got up on the stage, grimaced and just started to sing.

Good golly miss molly, sure like to ball.
Good golly, miss molly, sure like to ball.
When you're rockin' and a rollin' cant hear your momma call.

From the early early mornin' till the early early night
You can see miss molly rockin' at the house of blue lights.
Good golly, miss molly, sure like to ball.
When you're rockin' and a rollin' cant hear your momma call.

Well, now momma, poppa told me: son, you better watch your step.
If I knew my momma, poppa, have to watch my dad myself.
Good golly, miss molly, sure like to ball.
When you're rockin' and a rollin' cant hear your momma call.

I am going to the corner, gonna buy a diamond ring.
Would you pardon me if its a nineteen carat golden thing.
Good golly, miss molly, sure like to ball.
When you're rockin' and a rollin' cant hear your momma call.

Good golly, miss molly, sure like to ball.
Good golly, miss molly, sure like to ball.
When you're rockin' and a rollin' cant hear your momma call.

And then he headed off stage.

Re: Sing! [2/9]

[notajar]

For once Door plays it straight, no screaming or punch-drunk giggling. After all, it's a very pretty song.

We've been together for so very long
But now things are changing, oh I wonder what's wrong?
Seems you don't want me around
The passion is gone and the flame's died down

I guess I lost a little bit of self-esteem
That time that you made it with the whole hockey team
You used to think I was nice
Now you tell all your friends that I'm the Antichrist

Oh, why did you disconnect the brakes on my car?
That kind of thing is hard to ignore
Got a funny feeling you don't love me anymore

I knew that we were having problems when
You put those piranhas in my bathtub again
You're still the light of my life
Oh darling, I'm beggin', won't you put down that knife?

You know I, even think it's kinda cute the way
You poison my coffee just a little each day
I still remember the way that you laughed
When you pushed me down the elevator shaft

Oh, if you don't mind me asking, what's this poisonous cobra
Doing in my underwear drawer?
Sometime I get to thinking you don't love me anymore

You slammed my face down on the barbecue grill
Now my scars are all healing, but my heart never will
You set my house on fire
You pulled out my chest hairs with an old pair of pliers

Oh, you think I'm ugly and you say I'm cheap
You shaved off my eyebrows while I was asleep
You drilled a hole in my head
Then you dumped me in a drainage ditch and left me for dead

Oh, you know this really isn't like you at all
You never acted this way before
Honey, something tells me you don't love me anymore, oh no no
Got a funny feeling you don't love me anymore

Re: Sing! [2/9]

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

Demyx, if asked, would willingly admit to being an Aerosmith fan.

You're so bad you're so bad you're so
You're so bad you're so bad

You think you're in love
Like it's a real sure thing
But every time you fall
You get your ass in a sling
You used to be strong
But now it's ooh baby please
'Cause falling in love is so hard on the knees

You're so bad you're so bad you're so
You're so bad you're so bad

We was making love when you told me that you loved me
I thought ol' cupid he was taking aim
I was believer when you told me that you loved me
And then you called me someone else's name

There ain't gonna be no more beggin' you please
You know what I want
And it ain't one of these
You're bad to the bone
And your girlfriend agrees
That falling in love is so hard on the knees

You're so bad you're so bad you're so
You're so bad you're so bad

Chip off the old block
Man you're so much like your sister
My fantasize it must be out of luck
My old libido has been blowing a transistor
I feel like I have been hit by a fuck

Yeah

I'm Jonesin' on love
Yeah I got the DT's
You say that we will
But there ain't no guarantees
I'm major in love
But in all minor keys
Cause falling in love is so hard on the knees

What are you looking for
It's got to be hard core
Must be some kind of nouveau riche

Is this your only chance
Or some hypnotic trance
Let's get you on a tighter leash

Own it own it own it

You're so bad you're so bad you're so
You're so bad you're so bad

You ain't that good
Is what you said down to the letter
But you like the way I hold the microphone
Sometimes I'm good but when I'm bad
I'm even better
Don't give me no lip
I've got enough of my own

There ain't gonna be no more beggin' you please
You know what I want
And it ain't one of these
You're bad to the bone
And your girlfriend agrees
That falling in love is so hard on the knees

I'm Jonesin' on love
Yeah I got the DT's
You say that we will yeah
But there ain't no guarantees
I'm major in love
But in all minor keys
'Cause falling in love is so hard on the knees

Talk to Lorne!

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

[SP while I am at work]

Re: Talk to Lorne!

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

Alec waited until the class had emptied before going up to Lorne, somewhat bemused. "What's up?"

OOC: [2/9]

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

Availability Stuff: Expect SP from me during classes until the evening. Thanks!

Re: OOC: [2/9]

[otherside-miley.livejournal.com]

*loves on Carmela for singing Carbon Leaf*