Originally posted by drewandian
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I want to learn guitar...just need to get my hands on one....
I love to perform...I love having that means to express myself...I think it has something to do with my grandfather singing Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin tunes ALL THE TIME when I was a kid
And believe it or not...I didn't major in music in college....
I love to perform...I love having that means to express myself...I think it has something to do with my grandfather singing Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin tunes ALL THE TIME when I was a kid
And believe it or not...I didn't major in music in college....
You didn't major in music in college? You still have my admiration.
Originally posted by Eri13
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My Chemical Romance has some fascinating songs. I think you can sum up the entire meaning of the show Supernatural in the song "Welcome to the Black Parade."
Love foreign singers as well. What's funny, though? Charlotte Gainsbourg I know more as an actress because she starred in Jane Eyre with William Hurt.
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Love foreign singers as well. What's funny, though? Charlotte Gainsbourg I know more as an actress because she starred in Jane Eyre with William Hurt.
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My mom (and now I) listens Edith Piaf. There are a lot of Sparky in Edith's songs.
Originally posted by Southern Red
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I can play the radio. And I sing like a bird in the shower and when I'm listening to my iPod and nobody is around.
So I hate to break up the mood but I just made myself cry and I hate to do it alone so. I have an angsty song fic. First you have to listen to this song.
Then the fic: I changed a few of the lyrics and I need you to let me know if I was too subtle and if you got the meaning.
Author's note: This is written with my most humble apologies to Joan Baez for the inexcusable mutilation of her song. “Outside the Nashville City Limits” is one of the most beautiful songs ever written and has long been a favorite of mine. But I saw the Sparky in it and just had to write it.
Doctor Sharon Bennett squinted at the heavy clouds and refocused her attention on the craggy face of the man beside her. She had been driven from the Nashville airport by the Air Force Major who had accompanied her on the trip to meet the man she had never expected to actually speak to in person. Colonel John Sheppard, Ret., legend at Stargate Command and savior of the Earth several times over had made himself available to meet the new commander of the ancient city of Atlantis and she was glad she had chosen to make the trip to Tennessee. Expecting to be briefed on alien races and Pegasus protocol, Dr. Bennett had arrived at the comfortable farmhouse with a briefcase full of notes and lists of questions. Ignoring all that, Sheppard had given her a pair of well worn boots to change into and handed her a quilted barn coat. Major Hernandez hid a smirk, settled himself on the porch with a large black dog, took a sip from the glass of wine that the Colonel had handed him and picked up a discarded newspaper.
As they walked the property and the Colonel pointed out various fields and barns and talked about the land, Sharon had studied him, finding the man beneath the legend. His once black hair was now nearly white but managed to stand up in the same unruly fashion it always had. His back wasn't quite as straight and his steps were a bit more hesitant and less graceful but the essence of the lithe hero was still there. The handsome face was still recognizable even beneath the lines and in spite of the softer jawline. But it was the eyes that made Sharon's throat tighten and tears threaten to spill over. They were sad beyond all imagining, filled with the unimaginable horrors and loss that he had endured all those many years ago. Having read most of the Atlantis mission reports from the time when the Colonel had been military commander, Dr. Bennett knew just what he and his team had endured. Now though she sensed that the sadness was of a different sort.
“Elizabeth loved it here,” he was saying. “Once we found this place we knew the search was over.”
Sharon turned in the direction John was pointing. “In the Spring this whole hill blooms with daffodils,” he said with a slight chuckle. “She planted every one of them and took it personally every time a squirrel dug one up. I told her to forget the squirrels she couldn't win against them but Elizabeth was never one to give up a fight.”
Pointing out that she had heard the same thing about him, Sharon took a moment to study the Colonel as he replied.
“No, I guess you're right about that. But I think my fighting days are finally over. Unless you've come here to lure me back to the Pegasus Galaxy.”
The teasing look he directed her way made Dr. Bennett grin in spite of herself. Ah, the famous John Sheppard charm. Suddenly she understood why this man had been able to defy the odds and keep two galaxies from collapsing for so long.
The borrowed boots were a little tight in the toes but Sharon was glad for them as they picked their way across an almost frozen brook and came to the top of a small hill. Settling themselves on a couple of large rocks, they gazed across the meadow. A slight hitch in her breathing told Sheppard she had seen the small family of deer standing in the edge of the woods beyond.
“Must be lunchtime,” Sheppard said softly as the mother and her two youngsters turned and disappeared into the trees. “Somehow they survive every winter. I always thought about doing some hunting but well, Elizabeth wouldn't hear of it. And now the idea of venison just doesn't appeal as much.”
Sharon surreptitiously swiped at a tear that was threatening to escape and asked the Colonel about the winters.
“Not too severe usually but actually I kinda like it when the snow covers everything. It makes you think the world is just a little perfect and then when spring comes you realize it was worth the wait.” Sheppard looked a little embarrassed that she had caught him being so poetic and tipped up his glass to finish the last of the wine. “Come on Doc.” He stood and reached out a hand to help her up. “Let's go on back and talk about the stuff you really came here to ask me.”
Sharon took the offered hand and let him be the gentleman even though she felt at times she was the one who should be offering her arm. The cold must be causing him a good deal of discomfort but she sensed that he would never admit it.
“You know,” Sheppard turned and stretched out his arms to take in the landscape before them, “it won't seem long before the leaves all come out again and Spring will be here. Elizabeth loved the Spring. It was always the time when it seemed like anything was possible.” The old man nodded affirmatively and started slowly back down the hill. “Yep, it won't be long until it's warm again and the daffodils bloom.”
With a lingering look up at the threatening clouds, Sharon followed the Colonel as their boots crunched over the ground under which the bulbs waited patiently for the coming thaw.
So I hate to break up the mood but I just made myself cry and I hate to do it alone so. I have an angsty song fic. First you have to listen to this song.
Then the fic: I changed a few of the lyrics and I need you to let me know if I was too subtle and if you got the meaning.
Spoiler:
Deep in December
Author's note: This is written with my most humble apologies to Joan Baez for the inexcusable mutilation of her song. “Outside the Nashville City Limits” is one of the most beautiful songs ever written and has long been a favorite of mine. But I saw the Sparky in it and just had to write it.
Outside the Nashville city limits
a friend and I did drive,
on a day in early winter
I was glad to be alive.
We went to see a friend of his
who lived upon a farm
near strange and gentle country folk
who would wish nobody harm.
Fresh-cut sixty acres,
eight cows in the barn.
But the thing that I remember
on that cold day in December
was that my eyes they did brim over
as we talked.
In the slowest drawl I had ever heard
the man said “Come with me
if y'all wanna see the prettiest place
in all of Tennessee.”
He poured us each a glass of wine
and a-walking we did go,
along fallen leaves and crackling ice
where a tiny brook did flow.
He knew every inch of the land
and Lord he loved it so.
But the thing that I remember
on that cold day in December
was that my eyes were brimming over
as we walked.
He set me down upon a stone
beside a running spring.
He talked in a voice so soft and clear
like the waters I heard sing.
He said,”We searched quite a time
for a place to call our own.
There was just me and 'Lizabeth
and we soon knew we were home.”
I looked at the ground and wondered
how many years they each had roamed.
And Lord I do remember
on that day in late December
how my eyes kept brimming over
as we talked.
As we walked.
And standing there with outstretched arms
he said to me “You know,
I can't wait till the heavy storms
cover the ground with snow,
and there on the pond the watercress
is all that won't turn white.
When the sun is high you squint your eyes
and look at the hills so bright.”
And nodding his head my friend said,
“And it seems like overnight
that the leaves come out so tender
at the turning of the winter...”
I thought the skies they would brim over
as we talked.
a friend and I did drive,
on a day in early winter
I was glad to be alive.
We went to see a friend of his
who lived upon a farm
near strange and gentle country folk
who would wish nobody harm.
Fresh-cut sixty acres,
eight cows in the barn.
But the thing that I remember
on that cold day in December
was that my eyes they did brim over
as we talked.
In the slowest drawl I had ever heard
the man said “Come with me
if y'all wanna see the prettiest place
in all of Tennessee.”
He poured us each a glass of wine
and a-walking we did go,
along fallen leaves and crackling ice
where a tiny brook did flow.
He knew every inch of the land
and Lord he loved it so.
But the thing that I remember
on that cold day in December
was that my eyes were brimming over
as we walked.
He set me down upon a stone
beside a running spring.
He talked in a voice so soft and clear
like the waters I heard sing.
He said,”We searched quite a time
for a place to call our own.
There was just me and 'Lizabeth
and we soon knew we were home.”
I looked at the ground and wondered
how many years they each had roamed.
And Lord I do remember
on that day in late December
how my eyes kept brimming over
as we talked.
As we walked.
And standing there with outstretched arms
he said to me “You know,
I can't wait till the heavy storms
cover the ground with snow,
and there on the pond the watercress
is all that won't turn white.
When the sun is high you squint your eyes
and look at the hills so bright.”
And nodding his head my friend said,
“And it seems like overnight
that the leaves come out so tender
at the turning of the winter...”
I thought the skies they would brim over
as we talked.
As they walked the property and the Colonel pointed out various fields and barns and talked about the land, Sharon had studied him, finding the man beneath the legend. His once black hair was now nearly white but managed to stand up in the same unruly fashion it always had. His back wasn't quite as straight and his steps were a bit more hesitant and less graceful but the essence of the lithe hero was still there. The handsome face was still recognizable even beneath the lines and in spite of the softer jawline. But it was the eyes that made Sharon's throat tighten and tears threaten to spill over. They were sad beyond all imagining, filled with the unimaginable horrors and loss that he had endured all those many years ago. Having read most of the Atlantis mission reports from the time when the Colonel had been military commander, Dr. Bennett knew just what he and his team had endured. Now though she sensed that the sadness was of a different sort.
“Elizabeth loved it here,” he was saying. “Once we found this place we knew the search was over.”
Sharon turned in the direction John was pointing. “In the Spring this whole hill blooms with daffodils,” he said with a slight chuckle. “She planted every one of them and took it personally every time a squirrel dug one up. I told her to forget the squirrels she couldn't win against them but Elizabeth was never one to give up a fight.”
Pointing out that she had heard the same thing about him, Sharon took a moment to study the Colonel as he replied.
“No, I guess you're right about that. But I think my fighting days are finally over. Unless you've come here to lure me back to the Pegasus Galaxy.”
The teasing look he directed her way made Dr. Bennett grin in spite of herself. Ah, the famous John Sheppard charm. Suddenly she understood why this man had been able to defy the odds and keep two galaxies from collapsing for so long.
The borrowed boots were a little tight in the toes but Sharon was glad for them as they picked their way across an almost frozen brook and came to the top of a small hill. Settling themselves on a couple of large rocks, they gazed across the meadow. A slight hitch in her breathing told Sheppard she had seen the small family of deer standing in the edge of the woods beyond.
“Must be lunchtime,” Sheppard said softly as the mother and her two youngsters turned and disappeared into the trees. “Somehow they survive every winter. I always thought about doing some hunting but well, Elizabeth wouldn't hear of it. And now the idea of venison just doesn't appeal as much.”
Sharon surreptitiously swiped at a tear that was threatening to escape and asked the Colonel about the winters.
“Not too severe usually but actually I kinda like it when the snow covers everything. It makes you think the world is just a little perfect and then when spring comes you realize it was worth the wait.” Sheppard looked a little embarrassed that she had caught him being so poetic and tipped up his glass to finish the last of the wine. “Come on Doc.” He stood and reached out a hand to help her up. “Let's go on back and talk about the stuff you really came here to ask me.”
Sharon took the offered hand and let him be the gentleman even though she felt at times she was the one who should be offering her arm. The cold must be causing him a good deal of discomfort but she sensed that he would never admit it.
“You know,” Sheppard turned and stretched out his arms to take in the landscape before them, “it won't seem long before the leaves all come out again and Spring will be here. Elizabeth loved the Spring. It was always the time when it seemed like anything was possible.” The old man nodded affirmatively and started slowly back down the hill. “Yep, it won't be long until it's warm again and the daffodils bloom.”
With a lingering look up at the threatening clouds, Sharon followed the Colonel as their boots crunched over the ground under which the bulbs waited patiently for the coming thaw.
Question about music again: Do you listen Trance, techno or House like David Guetta, Daft Punk, Justice, Armin Van Buuren (who did a song with the singer of the band Within Temptations) or it's just an "European thing"?
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