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taxonomites2010-05-11 01:11 pm
faderbroderson) wrote in taxonomites2010-05-11 01:11 pm
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[Accidental Visual | Location: the streets of Osten]
Godric is walking leisurely down the street toward Fangtasia when the music swells up around him. He stops and looks around, briefly perplexed before becoming alarmed. Oh no. This glitch has been affecting everyone else, and now it seems it's his turn. Before he can swear, the song rises up in his throat and escapes in an pleasant melody. He wouldn't win American Idol, but he can sing.
We're bound to wait all night
She's bound to run amok
Invested enough in it anyhow,
To each his own
The Garden is sorting out
She curls her lips on a bow
I don't know if you're dead or not
To anyone
Come on and get the minimum
Before you open up your eyes,
This army has so many heads
To analyze...
Come on and get your overdose
Collect it at the borderline
And they want to get up in your head...
At first, the song seems fairly innocuous, the metaphors up to interpretation. And then abruptly, things start hitting too close to home for Godric.
Cause they know and so do I
The high road is hard to find
A detour in your new life
Tell all of your friends goodbye
The dawn to end all nights
That's all we hoped it was
A break from the warfare in your house
To each his own...
A soldier is bailing out
And curled his lips on the barrel
And I don't know if the dead can talk
To anyone...
It's hard not to choke on the words, his expression becoming increasingly disturbed.
Come on and get the minimum
Before you open up your eyes
This army has so many hands
Are you one of us?
Come on and get your overdose
Collect it at the borderline
And they want to get up in your head
Cause they know and so do I
The high road is hard to find
A detour to your new life
Tell all of your friends goodbye
It's too late to change your mind
You let loss be your guide...
It's too late to change your mind
You let loss be your guide...
It's too late to change your mind
You let loss be your guide...
It's too late to change your mind
You let loss be your guide...
As the music fades away, Godric doesn't move. He remains where he stopped, perfectly still. It's impossible to tell what he's thinking.
[Here's the song if you'd like to listen.]
We're bound to wait all night
She's bound to run amok
Invested enough in it anyhow,
To each his own
The Garden is sorting out
She curls her lips on a bow
I don't know if you're dead or not
To anyone
Come on and get the minimum
Before you open up your eyes,
This army has so many heads
To analyze...
Come on and get your overdose
Collect it at the borderline
And they want to get up in your head...
At first, the song seems fairly innocuous, the metaphors up to interpretation. And then abruptly, things start hitting too close to home for Godric.
Cause they know and so do I
The high road is hard to find
A detour in your new life
Tell all of your friends goodbye
The dawn to end all nights
That's all we hoped it was
A break from the warfare in your house
To each his own...
A soldier is bailing out
And curled his lips on the barrel
And I don't know if the dead can talk
To anyone...
It's hard not to choke on the words, his expression becoming increasingly disturbed.
Come on and get the minimum
Before you open up your eyes
This army has so many hands
Are you one of us?
Come on and get your overdose
Collect it at the borderline
And they want to get up in your head
Cause they know and so do I
The high road is hard to find
A detour to your new life
Tell all of your friends goodbye
It's too late to change your mind
You let loss be your guide...
It's too late to change your mind
You let loss be your guide...
It's too late to change your mind
You let loss be your guide...
It's too late to change your mind
You let loss be your guide...
As the music fades away, Godric doesn't move. He remains where he stopped, perfectly still. It's impossible to tell what he's thinking.
[Here's the song if you'd like to listen.]
[ voice ]
Is everything all right, Godric?
[ the sound of guitars come up, and she manages a frustrated sigh before: ]
Take a shower shine your shoes
you got no time to lose
you are young men you must be living
go now you are forgiven
[ voice ]
"I'm alright, though it seems most of us aren't getting along well with this glitch. You have a lovely singing voice."