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fandomhigh2007-03-16 08:58 am
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Music Is Love: Friday 3/16 - Third Period
Upon entering the classroom, students will immediately notice that the room has been decked out in green.
Green shamrocks. Green hats. Green drinks. And for some reason there's a shamrock shake dispenser in the corner.
When the students have all taken their seats the lights dim and fast paced Irish music begins to play as Lorne jumps out on to the stage and attempts to dance like Micheal Flatley.
Along with a horde of weetiny!penguins wearing green top hats with shamrocks on them.
And because he's Lorne? He is the Lord of the Dance.
When the song and dance is complete he bows and grabs a towel from offstage to mop his damp brow and horns. The penguins follow him around continuing to jig.
"In case ye couldn't tell lads and lassies! Today's theme is fer IRELAND! Sing! Dance a Jig! Sing an Irish drinking song!" Lorne exclaimed as he headed for the judges table. "Our judges today are the cute little guys in miniature tuxedos. Now if you don't mind I think I'm going to pass out from exhaustion."
[obligatory wait for OCD is up!]
Green shamrocks. Green hats. Green drinks. And for some reason there's a shamrock shake dispenser in the corner.
When the students have all taken their seats the lights dim and fast paced Irish music begins to play as Lorne jumps out on to the stage and attempts to dance like Micheal Flatley.
Along with a horde of weetiny!penguins wearing green top hats with shamrocks on them.
And because he's Lorne? He is the Lord of the Dance.
When the song and dance is complete he bows and grabs a towel from offstage to mop his damp brow and horns. The penguins follow him around continuing to jig.
"In case ye couldn't tell lads and lassies! Today's theme is fer IRELAND! Sing! Dance a Jig! Sing an Irish drinking song!" Lorne exclaimed as he headed for the judges table. "Our judges today are the cute little guys in miniature tuxedos. Now if you don't mind I think I'm going to pass out from exhaustion."
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Re: Sing! [3/16]
They say mother earth is breathing
With each wave that finds the shore
Her soul rises in the evening
For to open twilight's door
Her eyes are the stars in heaven
Watching o'er us all the while
And her heart it is in Ireland
Deep within the Emerald Isle.
We are forty against hundreds
In someone else's bloody war
We know not why we're fighting
Or what we're dying for
They will storm us in the morning
When the sunlight turns to sky
Death is waiting for its dance now
Fate has sentenced us to die.
Ireland, I am coming home
I can see your rolling fields of green
And fences made of stone.
I am reaching out, won't you take my hand?
I'm coming home Ireland.
Oh, the captain he lay bleeding
I can hear him calling me
"These men are yours now for the leading
Show them to their destiny "
And as I look up all around me
I see the ragged tired and torn
I tell them to make ready
'Cause we're not waiting for the morn.
Ireland I am coming home
I can see your rolling fields of green
And fences made of stone.
I am reaching out won't you take my hand
I'm coming home, Ireland.
Now the fog is deep and heavy
As we forge the dark and fear
We can hear their horses breathing
As in silence we draw near
There are no words to be spoken
Just a look to say good-bye
I draw a breath and night is broken
As I scream our battle cry.
Ireland, I am coming home
I can see your rolling fields of green
And fences made of stone.
I am reaching out, won't you take my hand
I'm coming home Ireland.
Yes, I am home, Ireland