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I'd like to turn to a type of song that people like myself find ourselves subjected to with increasing frequency as time goes on, and that is the college alma mater. You'll find yourself at a reunion of grads, and old undergrads, and eh... somebody will start croaking out one of these things and everyone will gradually join in -- each in his own key, of course -- until the place is just soggy with nostalgia. Well, a typical such song might be called Bright College Days, and might go like this. Bright college days, O carefree days that fly, To thee we sing with our glasses raised on high. Let's drink a toast as each of us recalls Ivy-covered professors in ivy-covered halls. Turn on the spigot, pour the beer and swig it, and gaudeamus igit-ur. Here's to parties we tossed, To the games that we lost, We shall claim that we won them some day. To the girls young and sweet, To the spacious back seat of our beat up Chevrolet.
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[voice] [21 Apr 2012|12:02am]
[ mood | crazy ]

[Suddenly, all of his voices are singing, and it's driving Legion absolutely insane. They can't decide on a song, and he's been sitting in his room, clutching his head, and intermittently getting online to answer a message or two, one hand always clasped over his ear, trying to stop them. It's worse than earworm. It's indecisive, grating, maddening. He feels giddy, confused, wanton, hostile, marked by changes in genre and vocalization. With six thousand voices trying to form a chorus of something maddening in the back of his mind, he does the only thing he can do to let them all out. Grabbing the microphone that came with his laptop, he records a bit of the chaos, just wanting the pressure gone. His voice isn't perfect, it's growl-like, and uncertain. He's just trying to get it out. To vocalize.]

"i'm above, in, and underneath you.

So my demons your time has come,
[scream]
terrorcore unleash extermination hyperreal cold blood determination fuck them i like this sensation incredible i from the annihilation.
I've met the devil,
he burned my eyes,
and ate
my brain.
but it was just my imagination, running away with me."


[Done. He's done, for now. He stumbles a bit, and clicks off the recording device, muttering in small verses of songs all the while. He's definitely taking Hel up on that headache medicine afterwards.]

[21 Apr 2012|10:32am]
THE FUCK IS GOING ON TODAY?

Verdict? We all have aneurisms.

Thank you Scrubs for predicting this epidemic.

fourth flap~ [voice] [21 Apr 2012|01:23pm]
[ mood | cheerful ]

[The sounds of birds singing can be heard in the background, pleasant murmuring accompanying it for a few moments, Then, seemingly at random, a pleasant tenor voice comes across the airwaves.]

Blackbird singing in the dead of night,
Take these broken wings and learn to fly.
All your life,
You were only waiting for this moment to arise...


[21 Apr 2012|06:06pm]
Too many years fighting back tears
Why can't the past just die?
Wishing you were somehow here again
Knowing we must say goodbye
Try to forgive, teach me to live
Give me the strength to try

No more memories, no more silent tears
No more gazing across the wasted years
Help me say goodbye

[21 Apr 2012|08:41pm]
[ mood | curious ]

I decided to take a class out to the Black Woods today for a little stream work, and heck, it's a nice day, so why not?

What I didn't expect was to have students flailing around singing some sort of...well, I'm not really sure, because I'm not too keen on what you all like to listen to, I'll give you that. But one student started flopping around with a net and singing, oh...I think it was something like:

"I want to be the very best,
Like no one ever was,
to catch them is my real test,
to train them is my cause."

I'm not sure what that means and I don't remember the rest of how it went, but he was rather adamant about it. I had a few other students start belting out in song as well, but the young man with the net was particularly disturbing.

Huh.


video post [21 Apr 2012|09:20pm]
[The video cuts in to show Emma. Her blond hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail, and she's holding her index finger up next to her big smile. She's trying not to laugh, but it's hard for her. All day, she's been moving in and out of song, and now she's going to share it. Dropping her finger, she starts singing:

Yes, I know it's true
that visions are seldom all they seem
But if I know you, I know what you'll do

Immediately, she closes her lips. Her voice is pitch perfect, but that's not the problem. It's not the song she wanted to sing. There were many others she wants to go for. Hell, she'd take a repeat from earlier! Shaking her head, she holds up her finger again. When she feels ready, the finger drops, and she starts again:

Mister Aladdin, sir, have a wish or two or three
I'm on the job, you big nabob
You ain't never had a friend, never had a friend
You ain't never had a friend, never had a friend
You ain't never had a friend like me
You ain't never had a friend like me, hah!

While that song was fun, it still isn't anywhere near Zeppelin (which she was singing in her room just a few short hours ago). In frustration, she turns off the video.]

I've been singing fun songs all day, and I now I'm stuck with Disney? What are you gonna make us do next, universe? Uncontrollably shout out our secrets? Not cool universe, not cool.

[21 Apr 2012|09:47pm]
If you wish to speak to me at the moment, please be patient with me, as I refuse to communicate in any other way but text message, email, hand written note or on the forum. I hope this does not last long. It will make attending class very difficult.

Also, the movie The Lucky One is a ridiculous movie and I would not recommend it. Jack made a terrible choice.

[21 Apr 2012|10:21pm]
[video]
[Marilyn stares at the camera frantically, blushing and chewing at her thumbnail. Something strange is going on, something unnerving and frightening. It wouldn't be the first time she had been affected by something, and she liked to think she handled each of them in stride. But not this one. Suddenly songs were flooding her mind. Songs she used as an emotional escape. Because she never liked to publicly show her deepest, darkest feelings, Marilyn was prone to indulging in musical therapy. It soothed her and brought her back to the comfort of her calm. And, yet, here she was, bursting with many a lyric, melodies dancing on her tongue and begging to be set free.

She turns off the camera, but leaves the microphone on. Its easier to sing when you're not seen.]

[voice]
[Her voice is a snarky alto, reminiscent of singers of the 1940's. But despite the clever and cheeky quality, Marilyn's kindness is still very vivid in the softness and breathiness of her singing. In its vulnerability.]

You've been hanging out with the unloved kids
Who you never really liked and never trusted
But you are so magnetic, you pick up all the pins

Never committing to anything
You don't pick up the phone when it ring, ring, rings
Don't be so pathetic, just open up and sing:

I'm vulnerable, I'm vulnerable
I am not a robot

You're lovable, so lovable

[A sudden break, silence; but then the words just blurry out, off tempo and softer.]

But you're just troubled

[She knows to which persons this song applies to, and, though shed rather they not catch on, it was freeing to have let the emotion slip.

With a shaky, apologetic laugh, she covers her hand over the mic, invoking a popping and rustling growl from the system, and then quickly turns it off.]

eleventh chase [21 Apr 2012|10:51pm]
I've got a problem. A Lady Gaga problem.

[filter; fergilicious]
You and me, drinks tomorrow. I don't care if you've got class on Monday.

three. [21 Apr 2012|10:53pm]
Since somebody already mentioned Scrubs (Again: Kudos to you on that one, tiny Freshman with adorable hair.), I'm going to make a passing comment on Sweet having come to town and move right the hell on from the Twilight Zone Musical you all seem to be participating in.

My musical forays are meant for the privacy of my own shower, as far as I'm concerned.


On a more pornographic note: This is fantastic. The only thing about this that isn't beautiful is the lack of Captain America. (Ignoring the fact that the whole thing would probably be a bit against Captain America's moral code or something.) I mean, you throw the Hulk in there before Cap? There's a difference between angry sex and being Hulk-smashed in the lady-bits. I prefer to remain unconcussed for the duration of my sexual encounters, personally.

Line being drawn right there, people.

the fourth harmony [21 Apr 2012|10:56pm]

I'm having a bit of a... dilemma? I had a conversation with a classmate today, who asked me who I used to be, when I realized: I don't know. I only have one thing I know I can do. It's all very confusing. When I put "mythology turns into a snake" into Google, I got some... interesting results?

I think I might be Harmonia. Because I don't think I'm Cadmus.


the fifth. [21 Apr 2012|11:24pm]
Hmm.

I think I've found a solution to all this, but I'm not going to tell.

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