| Born This Way! |
[Jun. 18th, 2011|01:08 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | yeah, there's always music | ] |
Way back in the years
I don’t remember too well,
Life was kinda different
But I ain’t gonna tell.
But then life went on
and - what can I say?
One day they were singing
I was born this way!
I was born this way,
It makes some folk cry,
Guess I’ll keep on dancing
‘till the day that I die.
I was born this way,
Nothing else to say,
Moving to the music
I was born this way.
So as I grew up,
There’s one thing that I found
Though my folk like music
They don’t want me around
So they changed my life
And sent me out to play
Sent me out to wander
‘cos I’m born this way!
I was born this way,
I’m just passing through
You belong in your world
Well that’s so good for you,
There’s no place for me,
I’ll just travel on,
Dancing to the tune that
You just bought for a song.
I was born this way,
You can hear them sigh.
Guess I’ll keep on dancing
‘till the day that I die!
There's no place for me
but I'll dance on my way
That's the way my script goes
I was born this way!
There are Gigs gone by
There’s a Gig today,
Don’t you hear the music?
I was born this way!
Muse; “Sweet” (the singing demon.)
Fandom, BTVS
Words, 222 |
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[Sep. 18th, 2009|03:03 am] |
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You Are Carbs
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You are a very energetic and seductive person. You tend to be driven by your impulses, and people often find you tempting.
Often your energy is brief and almost manic. You have a lot of ups and downs if you're not careful.
When you take care of yourself, you feel alert, balanced, and satisfied. You can live a very balanced life if you play your cards right.
When you don't take care of yourself, your life is a nightmare. You can be moody, cranky, and unpredictable.
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[Mar. 24th, 2009|09:17 pm] |
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A song from halfway through a Gig? The old demon was spoiled for choice! So many years, so many tunes – in the end he went to sleep while he was thinking about it, and, of course, he dreamed.
It’d been a Gig in some rural place in one of the Celtic countries. None of the Team could find the Talisman wearer and he’d cast a glamor so that nobody would see him as an unusual traveller and then slept in the local inn. The magic went on and he’d been woken by a woman singing in the house below. She had a high, clear voice with a hint of laughter in her tones, and she seemed to be moving from room to room as she sang,
“We were married in the winter
When the nights were long and cold,
Then the army came and took him,
For to be a soldier bold,
Now I sleep when light is fading,
And I rise and work each morn,
But fondly I remember,
The nights we danced 'till dawn.
His mother has been grieving
Though I feared that she'd rejoice,
I was never in her favor
and she has a powerful voice.
He told me go and stay with her
I told him that I'll see,
But Hell will be iced over
On the day she lives with me!
I know that if she lived with me
his ma would wear a frown.
She said I was too friendly
with the fellows from the town,
I've heard she has a past herself,
with those she didn't scorn,
and surely she remembers,
The nights she danced 'till dawn!
We were married in the winter,
and now he's been gone a while,
I'm trying to remember,
but I can't recall his smile,
Even his scent is fading
from the clothing that he's worn,
But fondly I remember,
The nights we danced 'till dawn!”
She'd reached the room he was using, by then.
They never did find the talisman-wearer in that Gig – but the demon smiled in his sleep as the dream went on. |
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[Mar. 12th, 2003|08:48 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | the bar | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  detached | ] |
| [ | music |
| | broken jukebox playing blues | ] |
It was a strange evening. I found a demon bar a while back. It does a clean Bacardi and I don't have to get near enough to smell the other customers. It's in a bad area but the gangs start dancing long before they get near me. (It's amusing to make them do ballet.)
I had an odd feeling that something followed me through the streets, in the shadows. (Could anything stupid enough to do that be dangerous?)
I cast the mojo anyway. That should have told me where the follower was. It'd probably tell me what it was and what it wanted, too. It'd have to be concentrating on that and if it was tense or angry enough it might have ceased to be a problem. I'd be surprised if it was another mugger, though. News like me gets around fast.
Nothing started singing so I hyped up the magic. Then I heard - well, I'd have to call it a voice because rusty hinges don't make words. It was singing about hundreds of bottles of beer on a wall and the feeling accompanying the "song" was utter boredom.
When I got to the bar it'd been trashed - not for the first time, it's in a human neighborhood. Willy, the barman, told me that his minionscroll - what he called his little black book - has been stolen and that it "contained some of my contact details." (The trouble is, I'd kind of exchanged invocations with a Vengeance demon who hangs out there, dating Willy, and I don't know what's in that book.)
What was left of the bar was buzzing with gossip. Yuffie is missing. (When I first met that demon - it calls itself a Pixie - Yuffie was singing "Like a Virgin" to the Karoake, and seemed to be a very small female. Not long afterward the little Pixie started dressing male and dating the female bouncer, a Slayer called Joan!
The story was that Willy and Joan met their mates because someone put a love-spell in the dishwasher, and they fell for the next people they saw. I wasn't in the bar that evening, and sometimes I wonder... It couldn't be worse than some of the types who've picked up my talisman, but at least I get some choice. Love-spells can be bad.
I've never known what to make of the Slayer aspect - she's a happy girl but with a - I can only say a simplified mind. The amnesia was supposed to be from dimension-hopping but that kind of memory loss is usually trauma. She's friendly and it's made things much easier for me. (Normally she'd be likely to be a target. A couple of songs and - she'll probably change completely if she gets her memories back. She's more useful to me the way she is so I keep the mojo way down around her so far.)
I was just leaving when someone came in and said that the police had found a child-size hand pinned to a wall, with an army knife. Nobody knew any more than that but most people in the bar thought it must be Yuffie's.
There are a lot of puzzling people in Sunnydale - I should smoke around and find out more. |
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[Mar. 11th, 2003|08:28 am] |
Well, I finally got the computer-charms that were liberated from that science place installed onto the computer. They crashed the whole thing! Maybe the soldier-boys booby-trapped them? (I'm told I'll have to do some reinstalling too, can't imagine how that will work out. Machines ain't my skill.) Anyway, if the Journal doesn't eat this entry I guess I finally started.
I got asked for help right away, but it wasn't a proper invocation. Just as well. I ain't mixing with the Source of all First Evil, or whatever it is, in a new dimension - not without finding out a hell of a lot more about what's going on here. The portal out don't seem to be working, either. I don't often admit it but we've all got our limits and we've all got our rules -
In all the eons this world has revolved,
Justice Demons stayed uninvolved,
I can stay and watch,
I can go from here,
but they ought to know,
I can't interfere.
I can influence the clients' voices,
but they sing like they act,
of their own free choices.
They can choose to cower.
They can take a stand.
If they're drawn to fire
I won't lift a hand.
In all the eons
this world has revolved,
Justice Demons stayed uninvolved.
(But I'm going to have to recheck with that Wiccan about how to work the other charms and the firewall stuff before writing much more!) |
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