fandomhigh | Storytelling, Fifth Period, THURSDAY 6/3

"Today's theme, is folks songs." Tim said when the students had arrived. "Which means that participation today is more voluntary than usual. "Folks songs are, basically, old songs that tell a story. What's weird to think is, all of these songs were popular songs when they were written. Makes you wonder if today's chart toppers will be sung around a campfire in a few hundred years doesn't it."

He cleared his throat and tried not to be embarrassed. "My apologies if you don't like my singing. If so, keep it to yourself please." And with that, he sang:

"Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die
I met her on the mountain
There I took her life
Met her on the mountain
Stabbed her with my knife

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
Hadn't a-been for Grayson
I'd a-been in Tennessee

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
Down in some lonesome valley
Hangin' from a white oak tree

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Poor boy, you're bound to die
Poor boy you're bound to die
Poor boy, you're bound to die..."

"According to the story I heard, that song was written by Tom Dooley while he waited for his execution. The story goes that Tom Dooley had a wife, but fell in love with another woman. Together, he and his mistress conspired to kill his wife and run off together. As it turns out, he was right, he did hang. And the mistress it seems, went free.

"Okay, now it's your turn, if you want. You can sing a song, or just recite the lyrics. Then tell the background info if you know it. Or you can just tell the story that a song you know tells. Or if you want you can just sit there and look horrified. Oh, and next week's theme is Ghost stories."

[Up super early for I must hit the road. Massive SP as I'll be afk for a day or so. ~~Wait for~~ OCD is up ~~please~~ Pride and Prejudice and Zombies is awesome.]

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Musically. Or horrified.

Jack Burton

Claire ~~Bennet~~ Butler

Edited 2009-06-04 12:06 (UTC)

Gwynn Hood

Shilo Wallace

Liz Sherman

To the song/lecture, pass notes, but if you must chat, please do so discreetly.

Jack was trying to pay attention to the lecture and not on ogling. Really.

Claire listened and wondered if she knew any songs that would work. Or if she'd be brave enough to sing.

Gwynn was listening to the song.

Or recite, or tell the story.

Jack got up to sing, music stuck in his head.
"Just a small town girl
Livin' in a lonely world
She took the midnight train going anywhere
Just a city boy
Born and raised in south Detroit
He took the midnight train going anywhere

A singer in a smoky room
The smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on

Strangers waiting
Up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlight people
Living just to find emotion
Hiding somewhere in the night

Working hard to get my fill
Everybody wants a thrill
Payin' anything to roll the dice
Just one more time

Some will win, some will lose
Some are born to sing the blues
Oh, the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on

Strangers waiting
Up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlight people
Living just to find emotion
Hiding somewhere in the night

Don't stop believin'
Hold on to that feelin'
Streetlight people

Don't stop believin'
Hold on
Streetlight people

Don't stop believin'
Hold on to that feelin'
Streetlight people

"Okay I know I've heard that song but I can't place it." Tim said apologetically.

"I found it on that tube site. It's...Journey?"

"That's right." Tim nodded. ~~Mun has no idea~~

"It's pretty cool, I mean, it's a love story, on a train. A Road Trip Romance," he said, pronouncing the Capital Letters in his own head.

[...I have Pride & Prejudice & Zombies in the car!]

Claire wasn't sure about the appropriateness of this song. But she knew it and it definitely told a story.

It was a rainy night when he came into sight
Standing by the road, no umbrella, no coat
So I pulled up along side and I offered him a ride
He accepted with a smile so we drove for a while
I didn't ask him his name, this lonely boy in the rain
Fate tell me it's right, is this love at first sight
Please don't make it wrong, just stay for the night
All I wanna do is make love to you
Say you will you want me too
All I wanna do is make love to you
I've got lovin' arms to hold on to

So we found this hotel, it was a place I knew well
We made magic that night. Oh, he did everything right
He brought the woman out of me, so many times, easily
And in the morning when he woke all I left him was a note
I told him I am the flower you are the seed
We walked in the garden we planted a tree
Don't try to find me, please don't you dare
Just live in my memory, you'll always be there

All I wanna do is make love to you
One night of love was all we knew

We made love
Love like strangers
All night long
We made love

Then it happened one day, we came round the same way
You can imagine his surprise when he saw his own eyes
I said please, please understand
I'm in love with another man
And what he couldn't give me
Was the one little thing that you can

One night of love was all we knew

[and WTF is that doing on a page of ROMANTIC love songs???]

Tim raised a brow. Interesting. "I don't know if I've ever heard that one."

Gwynn wasn't sure if this was exactly what Tim meant, but it did tell a story.

Why was I one of the chosen ones?
Until the fight I could not see
The magic and the strength of my power
It was beyond my wildest dreams

Dark wings they are descending
See shadows gathering around
One by one they are falling
Every time they try to strike us down

Don't you die on me
You haven't made your peace
Live life, breathe, breathe
Don't you die on me
You haven't made your peace
Live life, breathe, breathe

As they took your soul away
The night turned into the day
Blinded by your rays of life
Give us the strength we needed

"Sounds like a rallying song."

She nodded. "Meant to give confidence to the survivors, I think."

Shilo got up and sang.

Remember the first dance we shared?
Recall the night you melted my ugliness away?
The night you left with a kiss so kind
Only a scent of beauty left behind

Ah dear friend I remember the night
The moon and the dreams we shared
Your trembling paw in my hand
Dreaming of that northern land
Touching me with a kiss of a beast

I know my dreams are made of you
Of you and only for you
Your ocean pulls me under
Your voice tears me asunder
Love me before the last petal falls

As a world without a glance
Of the ocean's fair expanse
Such the world would be
If no love did flow in thee
But as my heart is occupied
Your love for me now has to die
Forgive me I need more than you can offer me

Didn't you read the tale
Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog?
Don't you know this tale
In which all I ever wanted
I'll never have
For who could ever learn to love a beast?

However cold the wind and rain
I'll be there to ease your pain
However cruel the mirrors of sin
Remember beauty is found within

...Forever shall the wolf in me desire the sheep in you...

"Very nice Shilo. That sounds like it could be any number of stories."

Ask what the hell he was thinking.

The road be callin' me. I'll be back on Saturday.

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