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School Assembly, Friday afternoon, The Auditorium

The auditorium has been transformed into what looks like a rock concert arena. As the students enter they might recongnize the Zombie band from Caritas playing a medley of John Denver tunes.

Suddenly the lights change and Lorne bounces out onto the stage.

"Welcome Cats and Kittens to the one, the only FANDOM IDOL! Each week my students have been honing their singing skills all for a chance to perform for YOU! And now the time has come for them to rock this house and for you... the student assembly to decide who is this year's FANDOM IDOL!"

"Before we begin let's give it up for our guest judges Principal Washboard, VP Hayden Dees and Dean Tic-Tac."

"So c'mon everyone... Let's get this party started!"

[OCD is up!]

Re: Alec

[identity profile] x5-alec.livejournal.com 2007-04-21 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
Alec was in a familiar outfit (or lack of?), if you'd seen him in Music class before - and it was probably pretty obvious he intended to have fun, whether he had a chance of winning or not.

Shirtless, cowboy hat, and his jeans just tight enough to be questionable in modesty, Alec grinned at the audience as he stepped up to the mic.

"Husslers shootin' eightball
Throwin' darts at the wall
Feelin' damn near 10 ft. tall
Here she comes, Lord help us all
Ol' T.W.'s girlfriend done slapped him outta his chair
Poor ole boy, it ain't his fault
It's so hard not to stare
At that honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on
Like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law
Get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on
That honky tonk badonkadonk
(Aww son)

Now Honey, you can't blame her
For what her mama gave her
You ain't gotta hate her
For workin' that money-maker
Band shuts down at two
But we're hangin' out till three
We hate to see her go
But love to watch her leave
With that honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on
Like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law
Get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on
With that honky tonk badonkadonk
(Ooh, that's what I'm talkin' bout right there, honey)

We don't care bout the drinkin'
Barely listen to the band
Our hands, they start a shakin'
When she gets the urge to dance
Drivin' everybody crazy
You think you fell in love
Boys, you better keep your distance
You can look but you can't touch
That honkey tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on
Like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law
Get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on
That honky tonk badonkadonk

That honky tonk badonkadonk
Yeah, that honky tonk badonkadonk"

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Re: Jo Harvelle

[personal profile] wannabehunter 2007-04-20 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
Jo cleared her throat and started singing.

Mary Anne and Wanda were the best of friends
All though their high school days
Both members of the 4H Club
Both active in the F.F.A
After graduation Mary-Anne went out lookin’
for a brand new world
Wanda looked all around this town
and all she found was Earl
Well it wasn't two weeks
after she got married that
Wanda started gettiin’ abused
She put on dark glasses, long sleeve blouses
And make-up to cover a bruise
Well she finally got the nerve to file for divorce
She let the law take it from there
But Earl walked right through that restraining order
And put her in intensive care

Right away Mary Anne flew in from Atlanta
On a red eye midnight flight
She held Wanda’s hand as they
worked out a plan
And it didn't take ‘em long to decide
That Earl had to die
Good-bye Earl
Those black-eyed peas
They tasted alright to me Earl
You’re feelin’ weak
Why don’t you lay down
and sleep Earl
Ain’t it dark
Wrapped up in that tarp Earl

The cops came by to bring Earl in
They searched the house
high and low
Then they tipped thier hats
and said “thank you ladies
if you hear from him let us know”
Well the weeks went by and
Spring turned to Summer
And Summer faded into Fall
And it turns out he was a missing person
who nobody missed at all
So the girls bought some land
and a roadside stand
Out on Highway 109
They sell Tennessee ham
and strawberry jam
And they don't
lose any sleep at night ‘cause
Earl had to die
Good-bye Earl
We need a break
Lets go out to the lake Earl
We’ll pack a lunch
And stuff you in the trunk Earl
Well is that all right
Good Let’s go for a ride
Earl Hey

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Re: Katara

[identity profile] southernbender.livejournal.com 2007-04-20 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Katara looked tentative when she approached the stage. She wasn't sure where this song was from but it reminded her of home so she was singing it.

Edelweiss, edelweiss
Ev'ry morning you greet me
Small and white
Clean and bright
You look happy to meet me

Blossom of snow
May you bloom and grow
Bloom and grow forever
Edelweiss, edelweiss
Bless my homeland forever

Small and white
Clean and bright
You look happy to meet me

Blossom of snow
May you bloom and grow
Bloom and grow forever
Edelweiss, edelweiss
Bless my homeland forever

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Re: Molly

[identity profile] bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com 2007-04-20 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Molly walked out onto the stage, a little bit more subdued than usual. "This isn't what I was originally going to sing, but it's for my not!daughter," she said quickly before the music started.

When somebody loved me,
Everything was beautiful
Every hour we spent together lives within my heart
And when she was sad,
I was there to dry her tears
And when she was happy,
So was I
When she loved me

Through the summer and the fall
We had each other, that was all
Just she and I together,
Like it was meant to be

And when she was lonely,
I was there to comfort her
And I knew that she loved me

So the years went by
I stayed the same
But she began to drift away
I was left alone
Still I waited for the day
When she'd say I will always love you

Lonely and forgotten,
I'd never thought she'd look my way
And she smiled at me and held me just like she used to do
Like she loved me
When she loved me

When somebody loved me
Everything was beautiful
Every hour we spent together lives within my heart

When she loved me

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Re: Summer

[personal profile] absolutesnark 2007-04-20 11:54 am (UTC)(link)
Summer stood on the stage, looked out at the audience, and started singing.

I took my love and I took it down
Climbed a mountain and turned around
And I saw my reflection in the snow-covered hills
'Til the landslide brought it down

Oh, mirror in the sky

What is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail through the changin' ocean tides
Can I handle the seasons of my life?
I don't know

Well I've been afraid of changin'
Because I've built my life around you
But time makes you bolder, even children get older
And I'm getting older too

So, take my love, take it down
Climb a mountain and turn around
And if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills
Well the landslide will bring it down

And if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills
Well the landslide will bring it down
The landslide will bring it down

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Re: Demyx

[identity profile] electric-sitar.livejournal.com 2007-04-20 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
It took Demyx a full minute to realize Lorne meant him. "Oh!" He jumped up and ran out on stage, carrying his sitar. Because dude, he could do some of his own backup music. And it looked cool that way. He was totally psyched about actually performing, and absolutely in his element.

"This is me for forever
One of the lost ones
The one without a name
Without an honest heart
As compass

This is me for forever
One without a name
These lines the last endeavor
To find the missing lifeline

Oh how I wish
For soothing rain
All I wish is to dream again
My loving heart
Lost in the dark
For hope I'd give my eveything

My flower withered between
The pages two and three
The once and forever bloom
Gone with my sins

Walk the dark path
Sleep with angels
Call the past for help
Touch me with your love
And reveal to me my true name

Oh how I wish
For soothing rain
All I wish is to dream again
My loving heart
Lost in the dark
For hope I'd give my eveything

Oh how I wish
For soothing rain
Oh how I wish to dream again
Once and for all
And all for once
Nemo my name forevermore

Nemo sailing home
Nemo letting go

Oh how I wish
For soothing rain
All I wish is to dream again
My loving heart
Lost in the dark
For hope I'd give my eveything

Oh how I wish
For soothing rain
Oh how I wish to dream again
Once and for all
And all for once
Nemo my name forevermore

My name forevermore"

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Re: Greg Sanders

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2007-04-20 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Greg beamed as he took the stage, and bounced a little as the music started.

"We start the story when Mom met Dad
And they danced all night and he took her home
It might have been all the wine they had
But they rolled the dice and won your genome

Then you grew and you grew and one day you were you
And you looked like your father and mother
If you’re looking for someone convenient to blame
You can take your pick it’s one or the other

DNA, you’re in my heart
DNA, in fact you’re in every part of my body
Each cell has a nucleus, each nucleus has chromosomes
And DNA, baby, that spells DNA

Guanine met Cytosine, fell in love
And then Thymine got busy with Adenine
They sent the messenger-RNA
To the ribosome to make more protein

And while it’s killing you dead it will mess with your head
And it’s the light in the dark that will guide you
It’s the pages and pages of what you are like
In the giant book that’s hidden inside you

DNA, you’re in my heart
DNA, in fact you’re in every part of my body
Each cell has a nucleus, each nucleus has chromosomes
And DNA, baby, that spells DNA

If it says TGGTCGAAC
Then you might get the cancer
If it says GTCACGACAGG
Then you shouldn’t eat shrimp or nuts
If it says TATACACATATCCTCGT
Then you’ll probably wish that you didn’t know

The time will come when you’re almost gone
And you try to guess but you’ll never know
You do your best and you soldier on
Every day you’re here till it’s time to go

All the good things and bad that you do or don’t have
You can find out for sure if you got ‘em
But there’s a spiraling staircase that you’re falling down
And you’re nothing but dead at the bottom

DNA, you’re in my heart
DNA, in fact you’re in every part of my body
Each cell has a nucleus, each nucleus has chromosomes
And DNA, baby, that spells DNA!
"

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Re: Sokka

[identity profile] sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com 2007-04-20 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
Sokka strode onto stage wearing his purple pimp hat and a silver sequinned cape, and struck a pose.

"I want YOU," he told the audience, "to want ME."


I want you to want me.
I need you to need me.
I'd love you to love me.
I'm beggin' you to beg me.

I want you to want me.
I need you to need me.
I'd love you to love me.
I'll shine up the old brown shoes, put on a brand-new shirt.
I'll get home early from work if you say that you love me.

Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'?
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'?
Feelin' all alone without a friend, you know you feel like dyin'.
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'?

I want you to want me.
I need you to need me.
I'd love you to love me.
I'm beggin' you to beg me.
I'll shine up the old brown shoes, put on a brand-new shirt.
I'll get home early from work if you say that you love me.

Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'?
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'?
Feelin' all alone without a friend, you know you feel like dyin'.
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'?
Feelin' all alone without a friend, you know you feel like dyin'.
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'?

I want you to want me.
I need you to need me.
I'd love you to love me.
I'm beggin' you to beg me.
I want you to want me.
I want you to want me.
I want you to want me.
I want you to want me.

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Re: Door

[personal profile] notajar 2007-04-20 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Door appreciates the introduction; since somebody was going to say it sooner or later, might as well get it out of the way first thing.

There's no screaming or funny costumes this time; the song speaks for itself, she decided.

The Dutchman's not the kind of man
Who keeps his thumb jammed in the dam
That holds his dreams in,
But that's a secret that only Margaret knows.

When Amsterdam is golden in the summer,
Margaret brings him breakfast,
She believes him.
He thinks the tulips bloom beneath the snow.

He's mad as he can be, but Margaret only sees that sometimes,
Sometimes she sees her unborn children in his eyes.

Let us go to the banks of the ocean
Where the walls rise above the Zuider Zee.
Long ago, I used to be a young man
And dear Margaret remembers that for me.

The Dutchman still wears wooden shoes,
His cap and coat are patched with the love
That Margaret sewed there.
Sometimes he thinks he's still in Rotterdam.

And he watches the tug-boats down canals
And calls out to them when he thinks he knows the Captain.
Till Margaret comes
To take him home again,

Through unforgiving streets that trip him, though she holds his arm,
Sometimes he thinks he's alone and he calls her name.

Let us go to the banks of the ocean
Where the walls rise above the Zuider Zee.
Long ago, I used to be a young man
And dear Margaret remembers that for me.

The winters whirl the windmills 'round
She winds his muffler tighter
And they sit in the kitchen.
Some tea with whiskey keeps away the dew.

And he sees her for a moment, calls her name,
She makes the bed up singing some old love song,
A song Margaret learned
When it was very new.

He hums a line or two,
They sing together in the dark.
The Dutchman falls asleep and Margaret blows the candle out.

Let us go to the banks of the ocean
Where the walls rise above the Zuider Zee.
Long ago, I used to be a young man
And dear Margaret remembers that for me.

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Re: Miley

[identity profile] otherside-miley.livejournal.com 2007-04-20 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
Being in front of a big crowd? Not a problem. Singing badly in front of one? Kind of a new experience for Miley. She smiled at the crowd before launching into a horribly screechy version of a Hanson song. People in the audience might want to cover their ears, especially during the chorus.

You have so many relationships in this life,
But only one or two will last.
You go through all the pain and strife,
Then you turn your back and they're gone so fast.

Oh yeah. They're gone so fast.

Oh, so hold on to the ones who really care,
In the end they'll be the only ones there.
When you get old and start losing your hair,
Can you tell me who will still care?
Can you tell me who will still care? Oh care.

MMMBop, ba duba dop ba do bop,
Ba duba dop ba do bop,
Ba duba dop ba do. Oh yeah,
MMMBop ba duba dop ba do bop,
Ba duba dop ba do bop,
Ba duba dop ba do

Oh yeah, in an MMMBop they're gone. Yeah.

Plant a seed, plant a flower,
Plant a rose, you can plant any one of those
Keep planting to find out which one grows.
It's a secret no one knows.
It's a secret no one knows.
Oh, no one knows.

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Re: Cassie

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Cassie was, well, about thirteen feet tall, on stage. She picked up the microphone carefully and motioned for the band. It was going to be The Postal Service. And a really bad visual pun.

I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles
In our eyes are mirror images and when
We kiss they're perfectly aligned
And I have to speculate that God himself
Did make us into corresponding shapes like
Puzzle pieces from the clay
And true, it may seem like a stretch, but
Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled
Head when you're away when I am missing you to death
When you are out there on the road for
Several weeks of shows and when you scan
The radio, I hope this song will guide you home

They will see us waving from such great
Heights, 'come down now,' they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away,
'come down now,' but we'll stay...

I tried my best to leave this all on your
Machine but the persistent beat it sounded
Thin upon listening
And that frankly will not fly. You will hear
The shrillest highs and lowest lows with
The windows down when this is guiding you home

They will see us waving from such great
Heights, 'come down now,' they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away,
'come down now,' but we'll stay...

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Re: Angela

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Angela had woken up late, so she was still wearing the prom dress from last night (apparently, while the queen had managed to dress herself, undressing was another thing entirely) and her hands and face were sticky with chocolate. she had just enough time to run a brush through her hair before landing onstage.

Given the circumstances, she felt there was only one song she could sing.

You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen

Friday night and the lights are low
Looking out for the place to go
Where they play the right music, getting in the swing
You come in to look for a king
Anybody could be that guy
Night is young and the musics high
With a bit of rock music, everything is fine
You're in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance...

You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen

You're a teaser, you turn em on
Leave them burning and then you're gone
Looking out for another, anyone will do
You're in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance...

You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen

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Re: Ray

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Ray winced at the full name use but took the stage and grabbed the mic.

It's been a hard day's night, and I'd been working like a dog
It's been a hard day's night, I should be sleeping like a log
But when I get home to you I find the things that you do
Will make me feel alright

You know I work all day to get you money to buy you things
And it's worth it just to hear you say you're going to give me everything
So why on earth should I moan, cos when I get you alone
You know I feel OK

When I'm home everything seems to be right
When I'm home feeling you holding me tight, tight, yeah

It's been a hard day's night, and I'd been working like a dog
It's been a hard day's night, I should be sleeping like a log
But when I get home to you I find the things that you do
Will make me feel alright owww

So why on earth should I moan, cos when I get you alone
You know I feel OK

When I'm home everything seems to be right
When I'm home feeling you holding me tight, tight, yeah

It's been a hard day's night, and I'd been working like a dog
It's been a hard day's night, I should be sleeping like a log
But when I get home to you I find the things that you do
Will make me feel alright
You know I feel alright
You know I feel alright


He added in a few head shakes, some hip wiggles before taking off for the backstage area.

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Re: Dean

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Dean stepped out onto the stage and up to the mic. When he started singing there was real emotion in his voice, the lyrics seeming to hit a chord with him.

You see me now a veteran of a thousand psychic wars
I've been living on the edge so long, where the winds of limbo roar
And I'm young enough to look at, and far too old to see
All the scars are on the inside
I'm not sure that there's anything left of me

Don't let these shakes go on, it's time we had a break from it
It's time we had some leave
We've been living in the flames
We've been eating up our brains
Oh please, don't let these shakes go on.

You ask me why I'm weary, why I can't speak to you
You blame me for my silence, say it's time I changed and grew
But the war's still going on, dear, and there's nowhen that I know
And I can't stand forever
I can't say if we're ever gonna be free

Don't let these shakes go on, it's time we had a break from it
It's time we had some leave
We've been living in the flames
We've been eating up our brains
Oh please, don't let these shakes go on.

You see me now a veteran of a thousand psychic wars
My energy is spent at last, and my armor is destroyed
I have used up all my weapons, and I'm helpless and bereaved
Wounds are all I'm made of
Did I hear you say that this is victory?

Don't let these shakes go on, it's time we had a break from it
Send me to the rear
Where the tides of madness swell
And men sliding into hell
Oh please, don't let these shakes go on.

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Re: Naomi

[identity profile] ktarian-wildman.livejournal.com 2007-04-20 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
Naomi was very nervous about the idea of singing in front of the school but she was trying not to let it show as she got up and sang.

"Well I never lived through the great depression
somethimes I feel as though I did
And I don't have answers for every single question
But that's OK 'cos I'm just a kid

Well I've seen pictures of my mother
When she looked exactly like me
And I've seen all my friends running for cover
Running from something they can't see

And it's not easy to get a handle on my life
but I have tried it time and time again

But I still cry just like a baby
And I answer back to feel a little free
And I still fly even though I'm gonna fall
But I'm too far gone to let it get to me

Well I'm not much like my generation
Their music only hurts my ears
And I don't hide my pain to save my reputation
It's too hard to keep up with these years

And it's not easy to make a habit disappear
But I have tried it time and time again

But I still cry just like a baby
And I answer back to feel a little free
And I still fly even though I'm gonna fall
But I'm too far gone to let it get to me

I'm too far gone to let it get to me"


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Re: Carmela

[identity profile] grenfelzer.livejournal.com 2007-04-20 03:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Carmela walked out on stage, gave the audience a grin and a little wave, and began to sing:

And as for seventeen on
You think that, you know everything but you'll fall, sometimes
Your life's about a ton of choices and all emotions that turn and go
I believe there's something that is coming, that we do not know

Seventeen on
Go you, where feeling is strong
Work your heart easy, set your love free
And if you get lost you can always come back, to me
You'll worry about the future, sometimes deny your past
Waiting for an answer, too afraid to ask

You won't sleep some nights,
You won't breathe some nights
You won't ever find any peace some nights,
And you'll say "why me, why me, oh why me?"

Seventeen on
Go you, where feeling is strong
Work your heart easy, set your love free
And if you get lost you can always come back, to me
to me

You'll jump in the fire, jump in the sea
Sometimes you'll think, how bad can it be
Don't let it fool you, don't let it move you
Don't let it change, who you are
You are young, you are loved, you are all on

Seventeen on
Go you, where feeling is strong
Work your heart easy, set your love free
And if you get lost you can always come back,
Can always come back, to me

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Re: Congratulate your fellow students for their performance

[identity profile] ktarian-wildman.livejournal.com 2007-04-20 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
After her performance Naomi was just very relieved to have it over and done with. She was just glad that she hadn't passed out on the stage during her performance.

Re: OOC

[identity profile] x5-alec.livejournal.com 2007-04-21 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
I blame [livejournal.com profile] electric_sitar for Alec's song. ALL THEIR FAULT OMG.