137th shot ; voice
When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful,
a miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.
And all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happily,
joyfully, playfully watching me.
But then they send me away to teach me how to be sensible,
logical, responsible, practical.
And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable,
clinical, intellectual, cynical.
Now watch what you say or they'll be calling you a radical,
liberal, fanatical, criminal.
[ooc; Someone obviously doesn't know this is recording, (blame hayate) and is mostly singing to herself, ODD OCCURRENCE AS IT STANDS. She's only mildly cursed, and this would be the Logical Song, for those who don't recognize it.]
a miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.
And all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happily,
joyfully, playfully watching me.
But then they send me away to teach me how to be sensible,
logical, responsible, practical.
And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable,
clinical, intellectual, cynical.
Now watch what you say or they'll be calling you a radical,
liberal, fanatical, criminal.
[ooc; Someone obviously doesn't know this is recording, (blame hayate) and is mostly singing to herself, ODD OCCURRENCE AS IT STANDS. She's only mildly cursed, and this would be the Logical Song, for those who don't recognize it.]