58? That's an awful big number for a birdcage this size.
[Today, Jilly can be found in town. The headdress has thankfully been abandoned, as has the technicolor costume and the bad clown makeup.
Instead, she's in what appears to be a stylized battle dress, her wild curls tamed and pulled up out of her face.
She makes her way to the town center, striding purposefully to the fountain. And then, for all townspeople and residents to see and hear, she begins to sing]
♫ Broken people get recycled
and I hope that I will sometimes be thrown off the pathways
what I thought was my way home
wasn't the place I know
No, I'm not afraid of changing,
Certain, nothing's certain
what we own becomes our prison
my possessions will be gone
back to where they came from
blame
no one is to blame
as natural as the rain that falls
here comes the Flood again
flush away the weight that pulls you down
Light the ways that freed from the dust
[flush away the weight that pulls you down]
don't trust your eyes
its easy to believe them
know in your heart
that you can leave a prison
[Light the ways that free from the dusk]
don't trust your mind
its not always listening
turn on the lights
and feel the ancient rhythm
blame
no one is to blame
as natural as the rain that falls
here comes the Flood again ♫
[ooc: Final public post for Jilly's singer!loss. Mostly open for gawking and journal entries, but if men in the area suddenly found themselves with the need to show off their muscles...well... no one would really be complaining. Until after the song, anyway]
Instead, she's in what appears to be a stylized battle dress, her wild curls tamed and pulled up out of her face.
She makes her way to the town center, striding purposefully to the fountain. And then, for all townspeople and residents to see and hear, she begins to sing]
Click to view♫ Broken people get recycled
and I hope that I will sometimes be thrown off the pathways
what I thought was my way home
wasn't the place I know
No, I'm not afraid of changing,
Certain, nothing's certain
what we own becomes our prison
my possessions will be gone
back to where they came from
blame
no one is to blame
as natural as the rain that falls
here comes the Flood again
flush away the weight that pulls you down
Light the ways that freed from the dust
[flush away the weight that pulls you down]
don't trust your eyes
its easy to believe them
know in your heart
that you can leave a prison
[Light the ways that free from the dusk]
don't trust your mind
its not always listening
turn on the lights
and feel the ancient rhythm
blame
no one is to blame
as natural as the rain that falls
here comes the Flood again ♫
[ooc: Final public post for Jilly's singer!loss. Mostly open for gawking and journal entries, but if men in the area suddenly found themselves with the need to show off their muscles...well... no one would really be complaining. Until after the song, anyway]