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Music is Love: [3/30]

As the students enter the room they may notice that the classroom has been decorated in somber tones. The lighting dim and Lorne stands on the stage wearing black.

His face is sad and his usual flamboyance is gone.

"Today kids... Today we're taking it down a notch. Our theme today is songs of woe and angst. Not every song can be a happy one. Sometimes its the sad songs that say so much. Sometimes its not even the song itself that it is sad but the context in that it is used."

Lorne looks up to the sky... or the ceiling rather and points to the heavens. (Or a ceiling tile that looks slightly stained.)

"This one is for you Fred..."

You are my sunshine my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are grey
You'll never know dear how much I love you
So please don't take my sunshine away

The other night dear as I lay dreaming
I dreamt that you were by my side
Came disillusion when I awoke dear
You were gone and then I cried

You are my sunshine my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are grey
You'll never know dear how much I love you
So please don't take my sunshine away

You told me once dear there'd be no other
That no one else could come between
But now you've left me to love another
You have broken all my...

Lorne chokes up a bit at the end and shuts off the karaoke machine that was playing.

"Your turn kids. Let's see what you can do today."

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Collapse like you've never collapsed before

Naomi Wildman

Dean Winchester

Angela Chase

Jo Harvelle

Door

Greg Sanders

Ray Kowalski

Demyx

Katara

Summer Roberts

Cassie Lang

Alec

Carmela Rodriguez

Molly Hayes

Break our hearts. You can do it.

Dean considered before stepping up to the mic and beginning to sing.

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars and theyre all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens evry day

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
Its not easy facin up when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the settin sun
My love will laugh with me before the mornin comes

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
Hmm, hmm, hmm,...
I wanna see it painted, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black

Lorne applauds in a woeful subdued fashion. "Very good, Dino. I feel my remaining happiness draining away."

When it was Naomi's turn she got up and sang.

"These pines are not the ones that I'm used to
They won't carry me home when I cry
Am I too far gone to recover
Or can I return if I try
Should I trade my soul for another
Learn not to complain anymore
Should I stay and pretend that I'm happy
Like so many times before

Yeah these pines are not mine
They don't smell so sweet
Like the ones in my mind
And I search the needles
'Til I run out of time
But I don't see you in these pines

Do I stumble or falter my words
When I'm saying everything is all right
I'm not one to release my depression
But these trees bring it out every night
Well I don't talk back coz I'm trying to listen
To the wind take me home through these leaves
But it's quiet and I don't hear nothing
Coz the wind doesn't blow through these trees

Yeah these pines are not mine
They don't smeel so sweet
Like the ones in my mind
And I search the needles
'Til I run out of time
But I don't see you in these pines"

"Your song fills me with despair," Lorne replied in praise. "Excellent job."

Door possesses quite a bit of black clothing, though it's usually hiding under at least two more colorful layers. She's eyeing Lorne with a bit of surprise, though, since she never expected the same of him.

Inspired by the wardrobe, she picks a song that isn't exactly woeful, but... yeah.

Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

I'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playing with a can that he was kicking.
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost
Somewhere, somehow along the way.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singing.
Then I headed down the street,
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing,
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.

"The emo," Lorne replied sadly. "It overwhelms. Excellent elocution."

Greg picked a song that pretty much expressed why he wasn't feeling his greatest, but wasn't overwhelming.

"Yesterday
All my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh, I believe
In yesterday

Suddenly
I'm not half the man I used to be
There's a shadow hanging over me
Oh, yesterday
Came suddenly

Why she
Had to go I don't know
She wouldn't say
I said
Something wrong now I long
For yesterday

Yesterday
Love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide away
Oh, I believe
In yesterday

Why she
Had to go I don't know
She wouldn't say
I said
Something wrong now I long
For yesterday

Yesterday
Love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide away
Oh, I believe
In yesterday"

"A classic and wonderfully performed," Lorne said wiping away a single tear of emo. "And your hair is fabulous as always."

Ray went with an old country classic.

Counted the stars on the 4th of July
Wishing we were rockets bursting in the sky
Talking about redemption and leaving things behind
As the sun sank west of the Mendocino County line

As fierce as Monday morning feeling washed away
I orchestrated paradise, couldn’t make you stay
You dance with the horses through the sands of time
As the sun sinks west of the Mendocino County line

I have these pictures and I keep these photographs
To remind me of a time
These pictures and these photographs
Let me know I’m doin’ fine
I used to make you happy once upon a time
But the sun sank west of the Mendocino County line

The two of us together felt nothin’ but right
Feeling near immortal every Friday night
Lost in our convictions, lips stained with wine
As the sun sank west of the Mendocino County line

I have these pictures and I keep these photographs
To remind me of a time
These pictures and these photographs
Let me know I’m doin’ fine
I used to make you happy once upon a time
But the sun sank west of the Mendocino County line

I don’t talk to you too much these days
I just thank the lord pictures don’t fade
I spent time with an angel just passing through
Now all that’s left is this image of you

Counted the stars on the 4th of July
Wishing we were rockets bursting in the sky
Talking about redemption and leaving things behind
I have these pictures and I keep these photographs
To remind me of a time
These pictures and these photographs
Let me know I’m doin’ fine
We used to be so happy once upon a time
Once upon a time
But the sun sank west of the Mendocino County line
And the sun sank west of the Mendocino County line

"Who knew Willie Nelson could be emo?" Lorne said quietly. "Well done Ray."

Demyx had a good emo song in mind. He had to stop himself from grinning as he took the stage.

Your subtleties
They strangle me
I can't explain myself at all
And all the wants
And all the needs
All I don't want to need at all

The walls start breathing
My mind's unweaving
Maybe it's best you leave me alone
A weight is lifted
On this evening
I give the final blow

When darkness turns to light
It ends tonight
It ends tonight

A falling star
Least I fall alone
I can't explain what you can't explain
You're finding things that you didn't know
I look at you with such disdain

The walls start breathing
My mind's unweaving
Maybe it's best you leave me alone.
A weight is lifted
On this evening
I give the final blow.

When darkness turns to light
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
Just a little insight won't make this right
It's too late to fight
It ends tonight
It ends tonight

Now I'm on my own side
It's better than being on your side
It's my fault when you're blind
It's better that I see it through your eyes

All these thoughts locked inside
Now you're the first to know

When darkness turns to light
It ends tonight
It ends tonight
Just a little insight won't make this right
It's too late to fight
It ends tonight
It ends

When darkness turns to light
It ends tonight
It ends tonight
Just a little insight won't make this right
It's too late to fight
It ends tonight
It ends tonight

Tonight
Insight
When darkness turns to light
It ends tonight

"Well done. I feel like hiding under the table and drinking my cares away."

"I was thinking more something with razors," Demyx replied.

"That better be just shaving your head," Lorne warned and suddenly being very serious.

Demyx couldn't help it. He cracked up laughing. "Just kidding. I'm already dead, anyway!" Blond Nobodies really did have more fun.

The song Jo picked tended to leave the roadhouse full of hardened hunters sobbing in their beers.

I wished I was smarter
Wished I was stronger
I wished I loved Jesus
The way the my wife does

I wished it'd been easier
Instead of any longer
I wished I could've stood
Where you would've been proud
That won't happen now
That won't happen now

There's a whole lot of singing
That's never gonna be heard
Disappearing every day
Without so much as a word
Somehow

I think I broke the wings
Off that little songbird
And she's never gonna fly
To the top of the world Now
To the top of the world

I don't have to answer
Any of these questions
Don't have no god to
Teach me no lessons

I come home in the evening
Sit in my chair
One night they called me for supper
But I never got up
I stayed right there
In my chair

There's a whole lot of singing
That's never gonna be heard
Disappearing every day
Without so much as a word
Somehow

I think I broke the wings
Off a little songbird
And she's never gonna fly
To the top of the world
Now
To the top of the world

I wished I'd had known you
Wished I had shown you
All of the things I
Was on the side
But I'd pretend to be sleeping
When you'd come in in the morning
To whisper goodbye
Go work in the rain
I don't know why
Don't know why

Cause everyone's singing
We just wanna be heard
Disappearing every day
Without so much as a word
Somehow?

Gonna grab a hold
Of that little songbird
And take her for a ride
To the top of the world
Right now
To the top of the world

Lorne had no beer to sob into. Instead he just sobs into his faux martini.

Emo? Some people are fundamentally incapable of emo.

Sokka hops up onto the stage (wearing the pimp hat, of course) and, as the music starts, does bouncy happy little step-touches with a mournful expression on his face.

There's a little black spot on the sun today
It's the same old thing as yesterday
There's a black hat caught in a high tree top
There's a flag-pole rag and the wind won't stop

I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain

There's a little black spot on the sun today
(That's my soul up there)
It's the same old thing as yesterday
(That's my soul up there)
There's a black hat caught in a high tree top
(That's my soul up there)
There's a flag-pole rag and the wind won't stop
(That's my soul up there)

I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain

There's a fossil that's trapped in a high cliff wall
(That's my soul up there)
There's a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall
(That's my soul up there)
There's a blue whale beached by a springtide's ebb
(That's my soul up there)
There's a butterfly trapped in a spider's web
(That's my soul up there)

I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain

There's a king on a throne with his eyes torn out
There's a blind man looking for a shadow of doubt
There's a rich man sleeping on a golden bed
There's a skeleton choking on a crust of bread

King of pain

There's a red fox torn by a huntsman's pack
(That's my soul up there)
There's a black-winged gull with a broken back
(That's my soul up there)
There's a little black spot on the sun today
It's the same old thing as yesterday

I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain

king of pain
king of pain
king of pain
I'll always be king of pain...

"A song of despair and woe offset by a gorgeous hat," Lorne said too weak from the emo to clap. "Wonderful."

Summer chose a cheestastic emo eighties song.

I'm lying alone with my head on the phone
Thinking of you till it hurts
I know you hurt too but what else can we do
Tormented and torn apart
I wish I could carry your smile and my heart
For times when my life seems so low
It would make me believe what tomorrow could bring
When today doesn't really know, doesn't really know

I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you
I know you were right believing for so long
I'm all out of love, what am I without you
I can't be too late to say that I was so wrong

I want you to come back and carry me home
Away from this long lonely nights
I'm reaching for you, are you feeling it too
Does the feeling seem oh so right
And what would you say if I called on you now
And said that I can't hold on
There's no easy way, it gets harder each day
Please love me or I'll be gone, I'll be gone

I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you
I know you were right believing for so long
I'm all out of love, what am I without you
I can't be too late to say that I was so wrong

Oh, what are you thinking of?
What are you thinking of?
Oh, what are you thinking of?
What are you thinking of?

I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you
I know you were right believing for so long
I'm all out of love, what am I without you
I can't be too late to say that I was so wrong

I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you
I know you were right believing for so long
I'm all out of love, what am I without you
I can't be too late to say that I was so wrong

I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you
I know you were right believing for so long
I'm all out of love, what am I without you
I can't be too late to say that I was so wrong

Lorne's almost all out of tears.

But he manages to squeeze a few more as he quietly applauds Summer's singing.

Cassie had a lot of songs to pick from. She went with this one.

I didn't hear you say you're sorry
The fault must be mine
I wish you all the best of luck
At finding somebody more like you

You said you'd love me always, truly
I must have changed
Cause you don't need me like you used to
I hope you find somebody more like you

I hope you finally find someone
Someone that you trust
And give him everything
I hope you meet someone your height
So you can see eye-to-eye
With someone as small as you

You came out of nowhere, made me smile
Then tore me in two
Saying, "We're very different people"
So dear, I hope you find somebody more like you

I hope you find somebody more like you

Yeah, Cassie was sniffling there at the end.

It's not easy being green.

Dean came up to Lorne after class. "I'm sorry I missed class last week," he said. "I was kinda kidnapped."

"Not a problems there Dino," Lorne replied in a subdued fashion. "Seems like all of my students go through that at least once a semester."

This class topic brought to you today simply so I can use my icon of Woe.

Woe.

*sniffles*

*cries*

*almost went with The Man Who Couldn't Cry, but wow does it have, despite/because-of its awesomeness, incredibly offensive lyrics...*

Johnny Cash: The Original Man in Black.

Ahahaha, emo-tastic! -=thumbs up=-

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