Music is Love: [3/30]

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

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."

[ocd is up]

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Re: Sing! [3/30]

[notajar]

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.

Re: Sing! [3/30]

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

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