The Emerald City


shuffle survey in two parts

Posted in lyrics,music,random by Scaramouche on 9 July, 2008

PART THE FIRST!!

Song Number 1 (name and artist): Gloria in D Major: Domine Deus, Agnus Dei — Great Choral Classics

Your favourite lyric from this song: It’s in Latin. I have no idea.

Does this song have any bad memories attached?: It’s very sad. But I don’t really associate anything with it.

What genre is this?: Classical


Song Number 2: Let It Be — The Beatles

What’s the last line of this song?: “Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.”

Have you ever seen this artist live?: AAAGGHHHHHHHH. I want to *so badly*, you don’t even KNOW. Unfortunately, they are all old/dead/old and dead.

Who does this song make you think of?: My friend Jeremy. He sings this song really quite well.


Song Number 3: No Matter What — Beauty and the Beast

What’s the first line of this song?: Spoken : “Papa? Do you think I’m… odd?” Sung : “No we’re not odd, it’s true”

Where did you first hear this song?: A week or two ago.

How about the first time you heard the artist?: A year ago or so, I think. It was a different song from the same musical.


Song Number 4: Knives and Bullets (And Cannons Too) — Dario Marianelli

Which friend could this be a theme tune for, and why?: I don’t make friends with people who are this intimidating!!

Write down the chorus: It’s instrumental. NYA-HO-HA!! 😀

Why do you like this song?:Because it’s so frightening and dark and creepy and powerful and at the end there’s the 1812 Overture–my favourite song EVER.


Song Number 5: Papagenu (He’s My Sassafrass) — Tenacious D

What kind of film would you choose this as the theme for?: Something about sasquatches and LSD.

Who introduced you to this artist?: My mom. That was weird.

Best part of this song: A tie between the flute solos and the last fifty seconds. When Jack Black starts actually SINGING. Because he has the best voice.


Song Number 6: (Intro) — Tom Waits

The fourth line reads: “A small, suburban communityyy.”

How long is this song?: 2m15s

Is it one of your favorites? Why?: It’s not a *favourite*, but Tom Waits does own my life.


Song Number 7: Bury Me Under The Weeping Willow — Natalie Merchant

How long have you been listening to this artist?: YEARS and YEARS.

What’s the cover look like on the album this came from?: A picture of the artist, in black-and-white.

What’s this song about?: A woman whose fiancé left her at the altar, to be with another girl. She’s heartbroken and she wants to be buried under the willow tree, so that he’ll know where her grave is, and maybe he’ll grieve for.

PART THE SECOND!!

Your wedding song: Bye Bye Beautiful — Nightwish
Oh no. Noo no no. Way too angry.

Your bf/gf song: Helicopters — Barenaked Ladies
He got me listening to that band, but it’s kind of about the aftermath of a terrorist attack in a war.

The song that best describes your life: I’ve Just Seen A Face — Across the Universe
AHHH YES.

The song that describes your first kiss: Grizabella — Cats
Oh, no! That’s far too sad!

The song that will be played at your funeral: I’d Rather Go Blind — Chicken Shack
No, though it is appropriately miserable. (Note to self; find sheet music and perform this.)

The song that best describes your childhood: Tony The Tour Guide — Flight of the Conchords
Nahh. Though it’s hilarious.

The song you listen to when you’re mad: Hallelujah — k.d. lang
Oh no. No, this is the one I listen to when I’m MISERABLE. arrrrgh. It’s just so sad.

When you’re sad: Jealousy — Natalie Merchant
No, this is the one I listen to when I’ve been spurned.

When you’re happy: Brothers Under The Sun — Bryan Adams
I don’t really like this one…

When you’re excited: Chorus: If By His Spirit — Great Choral Classics
Occasionally. Huge choirs ftw.

When you’re stressed: Seven Seas of Rhye — Queen
Yeahhh. *relaxation*

The song you listen to when you’re in love with someone: The Letter — Natalie Merchant
ohhh. Yeah. This is such a sad song. “Just an unrequited lover/Wishing she had never/Spoken your name/Had never known your name.”

The first day of school: The Moments of Happiness — Cats
Awww. “And a new life will begin.”

The last day of school: Knights of Cydonia — Muse
No one’s gonna take me aliiive… YES. Riding out in a cloud of awesome.

Fight song: Gloria in D Major: Gloria In Excelsis Deo
Wheeee. That’d be so awesome.

Before the big game: The Ballad of Jack and Diane — John Mellencamp
Only if I’m having sex under the bleachers.

When you see your crush: Here I Am — Bryan Adams
Here I am! Look at me, god damn you!

Song that describes your school: Brick — Ben Folds Five
If you ignore the fact that it’s an abortion… “She’s a brick and I’m drowning slowly”. *glub glub homework glub*

Song that describes your town: The Sporting Life — The Decemberists
I hate sports. My town loves it. >_<

Song that describes how you feel when you’re sick: The Weight — The Band
Ughhh… everything… so… heavy… can’t… move… blaaghghh.

The song that goes through your head when you’re getting a haircut: I Just Don’t Think I’ll Ever Get Over You — Colin Hay
This happened once, when I cut off like a foot of hair. “Aaaaa, nooo… I miss youuu.”

Song that describes your favorite teacher: Wake Me Up When September Ends — Green Day
Because that is when I’ll actually start working in her class. 😛

Song that describes your religion: Black Magic Woman — Fleetwood Mac
😉 You bet.

The song that you air guitar to: Maxwell’s Silver Hammer — The Beatles
Air piano? Heck YES.

The song you dance to: Time After Time — Cyndi Lauper
That swishy single-slowdance thing that girls do. Yes.

The song you mosh to: Save Me — Queen
What idiot would mosh to this?

The song that describes your first date: What You Own — Rent
I don’t remember my first date too well, honestly. So YAY RENT!

Song you think of when you wake up: All I Ask Of You (Reprise) — Phantom of the Opera
Aaaah.

Song you think of before you go to sleep: POD (The Pick of Destiny) — Tenacious D
This song has been stuck in my head for EVERRR.

HE. WROTE. ME. A. *SONG*.

Posted in happiness,love,lyrics,music,poetry,pure unbridled JOY,relationships by Scaramouche on 21 June, 2008

I wanted for so long to write you a song
To capture in the notes and words exactly how I feel.
But any words I try to choose were only words.
And the love we have, no lyrics could reveal

You’re the lyrics to my song;
My melody
You’re all the words that you can sing for me
A single phrase of yours reflects the beauty in your eyes
Effortlessly
My poetry

To tell you how I love, explain it right to you
I stumble and I falter and I don’t know what to say
But my love, you explain it all so perfectly
The eloquence takes all my words away

You’re the lyrics to my song;
My melody
You’re all the words that you can sing for me
A single phrase of yours reflects the beauty in your eyes
Effortlessly
My poetry

And once again you say
What I was trying to convey
In a far more elegant way

You’re the lyrics to my song;
My melody
You’re all the words that you can sing for me
A single phrase of yours reflects the beauty in your eyes
Effortlessly
My poetry

I wanted for so long to write you a song
And now how much I love you, you have seen.
And though the words may not quite do you justice,
I know you know exactly what I mean

more lyrics. get over it.

Posted in happiness,love,lyrics,music,plugs by Scaramouche on 28 June, 2007

You Took the Words Right Out of My Mouth (Hot Summer Night)

[Spoken:]
[Boy:] On a hot summer night,
would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?
[Girl:] Will he offer me his mouth?
[Boy:] Yes.
[Girl:] Will he offer me his teeth?
[Boy:] Yes.
[Girl:] Will he offer me his jaws?
[Boy:] Yes.
[Girl:] Will he offer me his hunger?
[Boy:] Yes.
[Girl:] Again, will he offer me his hunger?
[Boy:] Yes!
[Girl:] And will he starve without me?
[Boy:] Yes!
[Girl:] And does he love me?
[Boy:] Yes.
[Girl:] Yes.
[Boy:] On a hot summer night,
would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?
[Girl:] Yes.
[Boy:] I bet you say that to all the boys!

[Sung:]
It was a hot summer night
and the beach was burning.
There was fog crawling over the sand.
When I listen to your heart
I hear the whole world turning.
I see the shooting stars falling
through your trembling hands.

You were licking your lips
and your lipstick shining.
I was dying just to ask for a taste.
We were lying together in a silver lining
by the the light of the moon.
You know there’s not another moment
Not another moment
Not another moment to waste.

You hold me so close that my knees grow weak.
But my soul is flying high above the ground.
I’m trying to speak but no matter what I do
I just can’t seem to make any sound.

And then you took the words right out of my mouth.
Oh it must have been while you were kissing me.
You took the words right out of my mouth.
And I swear it’s true,
I was just about to say I love you.
And then you took the words right out of my mouth.
Oh it must have been while you were kissing me.
You took the words right out of my mouth.
And I swear it’s true,
I was just about to say I love you.

Now my body is shaking like a wave on the water
And I guess that I’m beginning to grin.
Oh we’re finally alone and we can do what we want to.
The night is young
And Ain’t no-one gonna know where you
No-one gonna know where you
No-one’s gonna know where you’ve been.
You were licking your lips
and your lipstick shining.
I was dying just to ask for a taste.
We were lying together in a silver lining
by the the light of the moon.
You know there’s not another moment
Not another moment
Not another moment to waste.

And then you took the words right out of my mouth.
Oh it must have been while you were kissing me.
You took the words right out of my mouth.
And I swear it’s true,
I was just about to say I love you.
And then you took the words right out of my mouth.
Oh it must have been while you were kissing me.
You took the words right out of my mouth.
And I swear it’s true,
I was just about to say I love you.

Lyrics by Meat Loaf. I love this song, and only one other person knows why.

i’ve decided to post song lyrics. humour me.

Posted in lyrics,music,plugs,random by Scaramouche on 24 June, 2007

The Engine Driver

I’m an engine driver
On a long run, on a long run
Would I were beside her
She’s a long one, such a long one

And if you don’t love me let me go
And if you don’t love me let me go

I’m a county lineman
On the high line, on the high line
So will be my grandson
There are power lines in our bloodline

And if you don’t love me let me go
And if you don’t love me let me go

I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I’ve written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones

I’m a moneylender
I have fortunes upon fortunes
Take my hand for tender
I am tortured, ever tortured

And if you don’t love me let me go
And if you don’t love me let me go

And if you don’t love me let me go
And if you don’t love me let me go
And if you don’t love me let me go
And if you don’t love me let me go

And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
I’ve written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones

I am a writer
I am all that you have home
Oh, and I’ve written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones

On the Bus Mall

In matching blue raincoats our shoes were our showboats
We kicked around
From stairway to station we made a sensation
With the gadabout crowd

And oh what a bargain, we’re two easy targets
For the old men in the off-tracks
Who paid in palaver and crumpled old dollars
Which we squirreled away
In our rat-trap hotel by the freeway
And we slept in Sundays

Your parents were anxious, your cool was contagious
At the old school
You left without leaving a note for your grieving
Sweet mother while your brother was so cruel

But here in the alleys your spirits were rallied
As you learned quick to make a fast buck
In bathrooms and barrooms, on dumpsters and heirlooms
We bit our tongues
Sucked our lips into our lungs ’til we were falling
Such was our calling

And here in our hovel we fused like a family
But I will not mourn for you
So take up your makeup and pocket your pills away
We’re kings among runaways
On the Bus Mall
Down on the Bus Mall

Among all the urchins and old Chinese merchants
Of the old town
We reigned at the pool hall with one iron cue ball
And we never let the bastards get us down

And we laughed off the quick tricks
The old men with limp dicks
On the colonnades of the waterfront park
As four in the morning came on cold and boring
We huddled close in the bus stop enclosure, unfolding
Our hands tightly holding

And here in our hovel we fused like a family
But I will not mourn for you
So take up your makeup and pocket your pills away
We’re kings among runaways
On the Bus Mall
Down on the Bus Mall

The Mariner’s Revenge Song

We are two mariners, our ship’s sole survivors
In this belly of a whale
Its ribs our ceiling beams, its guts our carpeting
I guess we have some time to kill

You may not remember me – I was a child of three
And you a lad of eighteen
But I remember you and I will relate to you
How our histories interweave

At the time you were a rake and a roustabout
Spending all your money on the whores and hounds

You had a charming air, all cheap and debonair
That my widowed mother found so sweet
And so she took you in – her sheets still warm with him
Now filled with filth and foul disease

As time wore on you proved a debt-ridden drunken mess
Leaving my mother a poor consumptive wretch

And then you disappeared, your gambling arrears
The only thing you left behind
And then the magistrate reclaimed our small estate
And my poor mother lost her mind

Then one day in spring my dear sweet mother died
But before she did I took her hand as she dying cried:

“Find him, bind him, tie him to a pole
And break his fingers to splinters
Drag him to a hole until he wakes up naked
Clawing at the ceiling of his grave!”

It took me fifteen years to swallow all my tears
Among the urchins in the street
Until a priory took pity and hired me
To keep their vestry nice and neat

But never once in the employ of these holy men
Did I ever once turn my mind from the thought of revenge

One night I overheard the prior exchanging words
With a penitent whaler from the sea
The captain of his ship, who matched you toe to tip
Was known for a wanton cruelty

The following day I shipped to sea with the privateers
In the whistle of the wind I could almost hear:

“Find him, bind him, tie him to a pole
And break his fingers to splinters
Drag him to a hole until he wakes up naked
Clawing at the ceiling of his grave!

There is one thing I might say to you
As you sail across the sea
Always your mother will watch over you
As you avenge this wicked deed.”

And then that fateful night we had you in our sight
After twenty months at sea
With your starboard flank abeam
I was getting my muskets clean
When came this rumbling from beneath

The ocean shook, the sky went black and the captain quailed
And before us grew the angry jaws of a giant whale

I don’t know how I survived – the crew all was chewed alive
I must’ve slipped between his teeth
But O! what providence, what divine intelligence
That you should survive as well as me

It gives my heart great joy to see your eyes fill with fear
So lean in close and I will whisper the last words you’ll hear…

Of Angels and Angles

There are angels in your angles
There’s a low moon caught in your tangles
There’s a ticking at the sill
There’s the purr of a pigeon to break the still of day

As on we go drowning
Down we go away
And darling, we go a-drowning
Down we go away, away

There’s a tough word on your crossword
There’s a bedbug nipping a finger
There’s a swallow, there’s a calm
Here’s a hand to lay on your open palm today

As on we go drowning
Down we go away
And darling, we go a-drowning
Down we go away, away

There are angels in your angles
There’s a low moon caught in your tangles

These lyrics are all by The Decemberists, off their album Picaresque. It’s an awesome album by an awesome band, go have yourself a listen. *thumbs up*