Theatrical Muse 363, What are you listening to?
I’ve been smoking around checking out the place for a new Gig, but what the Hell is going on here?
I know about Christmas. It used to be a different kind of festival, back in the days when most of the place was farmland. In this part of the world it falls at time when the wind has a bite and the first flurries of snow are reminding them of how bad it can get, even in the south. The time before the worst of the winter really sinks its teeth into the land.
Then, farmers used to check their beasts and pick the ones not likely to make it through for slaughter. Better that they’re meat salted in the smokehouse than lost in the hills. Most usually ended up with more than they could eat, and that’s when they sent what they could spare around to the neighbours. Even now, this is the time of year when they sing about gifts and what they can afford.
Here though - what kind of neighbourhood is this? People here seem to be singing about something new…
An LJ carol.
Someone else go buy the holly
(falalalala-lalala)
I’m in Yuletide, that’s so jolly!
(falalalala-lalala)
Look at the request I’ve got here,
(falala falala lalala)
Now I must think of a plot here!
(falalalala-lalala)
Can’t you stop that phone from ringing?
(falalalala-lalala)
No time to go carol singing
(falalalala-lalala)
Winter is the time for writing,
(falala falala lalala)
Someone else fix that tree’s lighting!
(falalalala-lalala)
Let it snow, I can’t go shopping,
(falalalala-lalala)
Get a mop, your shoes are sopping!
(falalalala-lalala)
Now I've paid for Merry’s scooter,
(falala falala lalala)
I should get a new computer!
(Falalala lalalalaaaaaaaaa
falalalala-lalala!)
Muse, “Sweet” the singing demon.
Fandom, BTVS
Words, 287
I know about Christmas. It used to be a different kind of festival, back in the days when most of the place was farmland. In this part of the world it falls at time when the wind has a bite and the first flurries of snow are reminding them of how bad it can get, even in the south. The time before the worst of the winter really sinks its teeth into the land.
Then, farmers used to check their beasts and pick the ones not likely to make it through for slaughter. Better that they’re meat salted in the smokehouse than lost in the hills. Most usually ended up with more than they could eat, and that’s when they sent what they could spare around to the neighbours. Even now, this is the time of year when they sing about gifts and what they can afford.
Here though - what kind of neighbourhood is this? People here seem to be singing about something new…
An LJ carol.
Someone else go buy the holly
(falalalala-lalala)
I’m in Yuletide, that’s so jolly!
(falalalala-lalala)
Look at the request I’ve got here,
(falala falala lalala)
Now I must think of a plot here!
(falalalala-lalala)
Can’t you stop that phone from ringing?
(falalalala-lalala)
No time to go carol singing
(falalalala-lalala)
Winter is the time for writing,
(falala falala lalala)
Someone else fix that tree’s lighting!
(falalalala-lalala)
Let it snow, I can’t go shopping,
(falalalala-lalala)
Get a mop, your shoes are sopping!
(falalalala-lalala)
Now I've paid for Merry’s scooter,
(falala falala lalala)
I should get a new computer!
(Falalala lalalalaaaaaaaaa
falalalala-lalala!)
Muse, “Sweet” the singing demon.
Fandom, BTVS
Words, 287