Room 507, Wednesday night
Nadia lounged on the floor near her bed, her guitar perched on her lap. She would have loved to be playing on the roof, but suspected fig pudding would not be good for her guitar.
She played a song that she'd heard from a traveling band on a sailboat back in Argentina. Unfortunately, she couldn't quite remember all the lyrics.
The song, it goes, the steelers on the boats,
Pushing horses from nowhere, pulling horses from thin air,
Full of all the visuals, full of what you lost along the way,
The song they took, the song they gave away,
But they're all silent, oh, not outloud,
woah-oh-oh,
Would you could hear it, spoken in a crow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-owd,
So young and restless,
So cool and debonair,
Like a radio broadcast, just thrown through the air-air-air-air-air,
But they're all silent, so clear too,
Oo-oo-ooh,
Darling, can you hear it?
I
Love
You-oo-oo,
I
Love
You-oooooooo-woah-oh-oh,
You see, I love you, woo-oo-oo-ooh,
I love you, woo-oo-oo-ooh,
But they're all silent, oh, not outloud,
woah-oh-oh,
Would you could hear it, spoken in a crow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-owd,
So young and restless,
So cool and debonair,
Like a radio broadcast, just thrown through the air-air-air-air-air,
But they're all silent, so clear too,
Oo-oo-ooh,
Darling, can you hear it?
I
Love
You-oo-oo,
I
Love
You-oooooooo-woah-oh-oh,
You see, I love you, woo-oo-oo-ooh,
I love you, woo-oo-oo-ooh
Forutnately, the lyrics weren't that complicated. Because the chording was, a little.
As she quietly sang the flute part, she thought over the events of the day. Photography had gone really well, though lunch had been a bit odd, and the Entertainment workshop had been a bit of a fiasco. Now she had detention, which really, really sucked. Then there was following "Fishgrenade" all over the place, which had at least ended well, hence her possibly disgustingly good mood.
She was going to want to have words with Artie, though. Making her think her roommate and boyfriend had gone insane.
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She played a song that she'd heard from a traveling band on a sailboat back in Argentina. Unfortunately, she couldn't quite remember all the lyrics.
The song, it goes, the steelers on the boats,
Pushing horses from nowhere, pulling horses from thin air,
Full of all the visuals, full of what you lost along the way,
The song they took, the song they gave away,
But they're all silent, oh, not outloud,
woah-oh-oh,
Would you could hear it, spoken in a crow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-owd,
So young and restless,
So cool and debonair,
Like a radio broadcast, just thrown through the air-air-air-air-air,
But they're all silent, so clear too,
Oo-oo-ooh,
Darling, can you hear it?
I
Love
You-oo-oo,
I
Love
You-oooooooo-woah-oh-oh,
You see, I love you, woo-oo-oo-ooh,
I love you, woo-oo-oo-ooh,
But they're all silent, oh, not outloud,
woah-oh-oh,
Would you could hear it, spoken in a crow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-owd,
So young and restless,
So cool and debonair,
Like a radio broadcast, just thrown through the air-air-air-air-air,
But they're all silent, so clear too,
Oo-oo-ooh,
Darling, can you hear it?
I
Love
You-oo-oo,
I
Love
You-oooooooo-woah-oh-oh,
You see, I love you, woo-oo-oo-ooh,
I love you, woo-oo-oo-ooh
Forutnately, the lyrics weren't that complicated. Because the chording was, a little.
As she quietly sang the flute part, she thought over the events of the day. Photography had gone really well, though lunch had been a bit odd, and the Entertainment workshop had been a bit of a fiasco. Now she had detention, which really, really sucked. Then there was following "Fishgrenade" all over the place, which had at least ended well, hence her possibly disgustingly good mood.
She was going to want to have words with Artie, though. Making her think her roommate and boyfriend had gone insane.
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