RP: Out of Our Heads Date: September 8, 2000 Characters: Jude and Open Location: Muggle park near magical London Public/Private: Public Summary: Jude panhandles to make some cash Status: Incomplete
Jude had found himself rather short of cash the last week or so, a change in fortunes that he was not happy about. He had saved up a fair bit of money over the previous weeks, but he didn't want to dip into it for his continued survival. That was his 'getting out money.' Today, he had decided on a less questionable skill to market, taking his guitar to a park to do some panhandling. He sat on the edge of a bench, careful not to squish his infant daughter who was on his back as usual. HIs guitar was on his knee, and he accompanied himself as he sang. He was quite an accomplished musician. He probably wouldn't win a recording contract, but he had a nice voice and good hands on the guitar. He chose an upbeat and hopeful song, that skittered along the edge of the line of the political, to his mind anyway. He was particularly fond of this song though.
"If you feel you wanna fight me There's a chain around your mind When something is holding you tightly What is real is so hard to find
Losing babies to genocide Oh where's the meaning in that plight Can't you see that we've really bought into Every word they proclaimed and every lie, oh
If we could only get out of our heads, out of our heads And into our hearts If we could only get out of our heads, out of our heads And into our hearts
Someone's feeding on your anger Someone's been whispering in your ear You've seen his face before You've been played before These aren't the words you need to hear
Through the dawn of darkness blindly You have blood upon your hands All the world will treat you kindly But only the heart can understand, oh understand
If we could only get out of our heads, out of our heads And into our hearts Children of Abraham lay down your fears, swallow your Tears and look to your heart
If we could only get out of our heads, out of our heads And into our hearts Children of Abraham lay down your fears, swallow your Tears and look to your heart
Every man is his own prophet Oh every prophet just a man I say all the women stand up, say yes to themselves Teach your children best you can
Let every man bow to the best in himself We're not killing any more We're the wisest ones, everybody listen 'Cause you can't fight this feeling any more, oh anymore
If we could only get out of our heads, out of our heads And into our hearts Children of Abraham lay down your fears, swallow your Tears and look to your heart
If we could only get out of our heads, out of our heads And into our hearts Children of Abraham lay down your fears, swallow your Tears and look to your heart "
He finished with a bit of flourish, checking his strings when he did to be sure he hadn't strummed the right out of key in his enthusiasm.