meme: 30 song questions (1-3)
I have started 30-day memes in the past and never finished them. This may happen here, but I'm hoping not. And I can actually ramble on about songs for a surprisingly long time!
Also I'm doing three questions at once. That might help too.
Day 01 - Your favourite song
King And Lionheart - Of Monsters And Men
This has been my favourite song since pretty much the first time I heard it. It's good to listen to in all moods -- happiness, sadness, depression... Many of my favourites songs are ones where the lyrics are along the lines of "yeah, things are shit, but you can go on", and this is a prime example. Howling ghosts they reappear in mountains that are stacked with fear, but you're a king and I'm a lionheart. It's just lovely the whole way through.
Also the official video is gorgeous. (I recommend viewing HD and fullscreen.)
Taking over this town, they should worry,
But these problems aside I think I taught you well.
That we won't run, and we won't run, and we won't run.
That we won't run, and we won't run, and we won't run.
And in the winter night sky, ships are sailing,
Looking down on these bright blue city lights.
And they won't wait, and they won't wait, and they won't wait.
We're here to stay, we're here to stay, we're here to stay.
Howling ghosts: they reappear
In mountains that are stacked with fear,
But you're a king and I'm a lionheart.
A lionheart.
His crown lit up the way as we moved slowly
Past the wondering eyes of the ones that were left behind.
Though far away, though far away, though far away
We're still the same, we're still the same, we're still the same.
Howling ghosts: they reappear
In mountains that are stacked with fear,
But you're a king and I'm a lionheart.
And in the sea that's painted black,
Creatures lurk below the deck,
But you're a king and I'm a lionheart.
And as the world comes to an end,
I'll be here to hold your hand
'Cause you're my king and I'm your lionheart.
A lionheart.
Howling ghosts: they reappear
In mountains that are stacked with fear,
But you're a king and I'm a lionheart.
And in the sea that's painted black,
Creatures lurk below the deck,
But you're a king and I'm a lionheart.
A lionheart.
Day 02 - Your least favourite song
Blood - My Chemical Romance
There is a very simple reason why this is my least favourite song. When my sister was in her emo years she realised that I wasn't a fan of MCR and found this song rather annoying. So she put her speakers against our dividing wall and played it very loudly. For hours. And hours. And hours.
(CN: this is a fanvid, contains lots of gore.)
Well they encourage your complete cooperation
Send you roses when they think you need to smile
I can't control myself because I don't know how
And they love me for it honestly I'll be here for a while.
So give them blood, blood
Gallons of the stuff
Give them all that they can drink and it will never be enough
Give them blood, blood, blood
Grab a glass because there's going to be a flood.
A celebrated man amongst the gurneys
They can fix me proper with a bit of luck
The doctors and the nurses they adore me so
But it's really quite alarming cause I'm such an awful fuck
I gave you blood, blood
Gallons of the stuff
I gave you all that you can drink and it has never been enough
I gave you blood, blood, blood
I'm the kind of human wreckage that you love.
Day 03 - A song that makes you happy
Wicked Girls - Seanan McGuire
(I can't find a youtube embed of this song, so I uploaded it to my tumblr. You can play it here.)
This is the song I'd been wanting for all of my life without knowing it. Especially as I grew increasingly dissatisfied with the fates of the girls in the books I'd read since I was a child. (Then of course I got into sci-fi and computer gaming... :P) This is a song about how we deserve better stories, and it's beautiful.
It's also another example of songs I find very motivational when I'm massively down. Our roads may be golden or broken or lost, but we'll walk on them willingly knowing the cost ... We're wicked girls saving ourselves.
Wendy played fair, and she played by the rules that they gave her;
They say she grew up and grew old -- Peter Pan couldn't save her.
They say she went home, and she never looked back,
Got her feet on the ground, got her life on its track.
She's the patron saint priestess of all the lost girls who got found.
And she once had her head in the clouds, but she died on the ground.
Dorothy just wanted something that she could believe in,
A gray dustbowl girl in a life she was better off leavin'.
She made her escape, went from gray into green,
And she could have got clear, and she could have got clean,
But she chose to be good and go back to the gray Kansas sky
Where color's a fable and freedom's a fairy tale lie.
Dorothy, Alice and Wendy and Jane,
Susan and Lucy, we're calling your names,
All the Lost Girls who came out of the rain
And chose to go back on the shelf.
Tinker Bell says, and I find I agree
You have to break rules if you want to break free.
So do as you like -- we're determined to be
Wicked girls saving ourselves.
Alice got lost, and I guess that we really can't blame her;
They say she got tangled and tied in the lies that became her.
They say she went mad, and she never complained,
For there's peace of a kind in a life unconstrained.
She gives Cheshire kisses, she's easy with white rabbit smiles,
And she'll never be free, but she's won herself safe for a while.
Susan and Lucy were queens, and they ruled well and proudly.
They honored their land and their lord, rang the bells long and loudly.
They never once asked to return to their lives
To be children and chattel and mothers and wives,
But the land cast them out in a lesson that only one learned;
And one queen said 'I am not a toy', and she never returned.
Dorothy, Alice and Wendy and Jane,
Susan and Lucy, we're calling your names,
All the Lost Girls who came out of the rain
And chose to go back on the shelf.
Tinker Bell says, and I find I agree
You have to break rules if you want to break free.
So do as you like -- we're determined to be
Wicked girls saving ourselves.
Mandy's a pirate, and Mia weaves silk shrouds for faeries,
And Deborah will pour you red wine pressed from sweet poisoned berries.
Kate poses riddles and Mary plays tricks,
While Kaia builds towers from brambles and sticks,
And the rules that we live by are simple and clear:
Be wicked and lovely and don't live in fear --
Dorothy, Alice and Wendy and Jane,
Susan and Lucy, we're calling your names,
All the Lost Girls who came out of the rain
And chose to go back on the shelf.
Tinker Bell says, and I find I agree
You have to break rules if you want to break free.
So do as you like -- we're determined to be
Wicked girls saving ourselves.
For we will be wicked and we will be fair
And they'll call us such names, and we really won't care,
So go tell your Wendys, your Susans, your Janes,
There's a place they can go if they're tired of chains,
And our roads may be golden, or broken, or lost,
But we'll walk on them willingly, knowing the cost --
We won't take our place on the shelves.
It's better to fly and it's better to die
Say the wicked girls saving ourselves.
We're wicked girls saving ourselves.
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Also I'm doing three questions at once. That might help too.
Day 01 - Your favourite song
King And Lionheart - Of Monsters And Men
This has been my favourite song since pretty much the first time I heard it. It's good to listen to in all moods -- happiness, sadness, depression... Many of my favourites songs are ones where the lyrics are along the lines of "yeah, things are shit, but you can go on", and this is a prime example. Howling ghosts they reappear in mountains that are stacked with fear, but you're a king and I'm a lionheart. It's just lovely the whole way through.
Also the official video is gorgeous. (I recommend viewing HD and fullscreen.)
Click to viewTaking over this town, they should worry,
But these problems aside I think I taught you well.
That we won't run, and we won't run, and we won't run.
That we won't run, and we won't run, and we won't run.
And in the winter night sky, ships are sailing,
Looking down on these bright blue city lights.
And they won't wait, and they won't wait, and they won't wait.
We're here to stay, we're here to stay, we're here to stay.
Howling ghosts: they reappear
In mountains that are stacked with fear,
But you're a king and I'm a lionheart.
A lionheart.
His crown lit up the way as we moved slowly
Past the wondering eyes of the ones that were left behind.
Though far away, though far away, though far away
We're still the same, we're still the same, we're still the same.
Howling ghosts: they reappear
In mountains that are stacked with fear,
But you're a king and I'm a lionheart.
And in the sea that's painted black,
Creatures lurk below the deck,
But you're a king and I'm a lionheart.
And as the world comes to an end,
I'll be here to hold your hand
'Cause you're my king and I'm your lionheart.
A lionheart.
Howling ghosts: they reappear
In mountains that are stacked with fear,
But you're a king and I'm a lionheart.
And in the sea that's painted black,
Creatures lurk below the deck,
But you're a king and I'm a lionheart.
A lionheart.
Day 02 - Your least favourite song
Blood - My Chemical Romance
There is a very simple reason why this is my least favourite song. When my sister was in her emo years she realised that I wasn't a fan of MCR and found this song rather annoying. So she put her speakers against our dividing wall and played it very loudly. For hours. And hours. And hours.
(CN: this is a fanvid, contains lots of gore.)
Well they encourage your complete cooperation
Send you roses when they think you need to smile
I can't control myself because I don't know how
And they love me for it honestly I'll be here for a while.
So give them blood, blood
Gallons of the stuff
Give them all that they can drink and it will never be enough
Give them blood, blood, blood
Grab a glass because there's going to be a flood.
A celebrated man amongst the gurneys
They can fix me proper with a bit of luck
The doctors and the nurses they adore me so
But it's really quite alarming cause I'm such an awful fuck
I gave you blood, blood
Gallons of the stuff
I gave you all that you can drink and it has never been enough
I gave you blood, blood, blood
I'm the kind of human wreckage that you love.
Day 03 - A song that makes you happy
Wicked Girls - Seanan McGuire
(I can't find a youtube embed of this song, so I uploaded it to my tumblr. You can play it here.)
This is the song I'd been wanting for all of my life without knowing it. Especially as I grew increasingly dissatisfied with the fates of the girls in the books I'd read since I was a child. (Then of course I got into sci-fi and computer gaming... :P) This is a song about how we deserve better stories, and it's beautiful.
It's also another example of songs I find very motivational when I'm massively down. Our roads may be golden or broken or lost, but we'll walk on them willingly knowing the cost ... We're wicked girls saving ourselves.
Wendy played fair, and she played by the rules that they gave her;
They say she grew up and grew old -- Peter Pan couldn't save her.
They say she went home, and she never looked back,
Got her feet on the ground, got her life on its track.
She's the patron saint priestess of all the lost girls who got found.
And she once had her head in the clouds, but she died on the ground.
Dorothy just wanted something that she could believe in,
A gray dustbowl girl in a life she was better off leavin'.
She made her escape, went from gray into green,
And she could have got clear, and she could have got clean,
But she chose to be good and go back to the gray Kansas sky
Where color's a fable and freedom's a fairy tale lie.
Dorothy, Alice and Wendy and Jane,
Susan and Lucy, we're calling your names,
All the Lost Girls who came out of the rain
And chose to go back on the shelf.
Tinker Bell says, and I find I agree
You have to break rules if you want to break free.
So do as you like -- we're determined to be
Wicked girls saving ourselves.
Alice got lost, and I guess that we really can't blame her;
They say she got tangled and tied in the lies that became her.
They say she went mad, and she never complained,
For there's peace of a kind in a life unconstrained.
She gives Cheshire kisses, she's easy with white rabbit smiles,
And she'll never be free, but she's won herself safe for a while.
Susan and Lucy were queens, and they ruled well and proudly.
They honored their land and their lord, rang the bells long and loudly.
They never once asked to return to their lives
To be children and chattel and mothers and wives,
But the land cast them out in a lesson that only one learned;
And one queen said 'I am not a toy', and she never returned.
Dorothy, Alice and Wendy and Jane,
Susan and Lucy, we're calling your names,
All the Lost Girls who came out of the rain
And chose to go back on the shelf.
Tinker Bell says, and I find I agree
You have to break rules if you want to break free.
So do as you like -- we're determined to be
Wicked girls saving ourselves.
Mandy's a pirate, and Mia weaves silk shrouds for faeries,
And Deborah will pour you red wine pressed from sweet poisoned berries.
Kate poses riddles and Mary plays tricks,
While Kaia builds towers from brambles and sticks,
And the rules that we live by are simple and clear:
Be wicked and lovely and don't live in fear --
Dorothy, Alice and Wendy and Jane,
Susan and Lucy, we're calling your names,
All the Lost Girls who came out of the rain
And chose to go back on the shelf.
Tinker Bell says, and I find I agree
You have to break rules if you want to break free.
So do as you like -- we're determined to be
Wicked girls saving ourselves.
For we will be wicked and we will be fair
And they'll call us such names, and we really won't care,
So go tell your Wendys, your Susans, your Janes,
There's a place they can go if they're tired of chains,
And our roads may be golden, or broken, or lost,
But we'll walk on them willingly, knowing the cost --
We won't take our place on the shelves.
It's better to fly and it's better to die
Say the wicked girls saving ourselves.
We're wicked girls saving ourselves.
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comments.