carcasses, carcasses...
i wrtoe a song about dead cows.
no, i am not as crazy as that makes me sound, not so far gone as kyle who draws dead men and donkeys for no reason.
the song was written in US history when i didnt want to listen to my crazy history teacher.
now, let me explain why i would write somethng abut cows.
monday i sang a duet with said crazy history teacher, the theme song from oklahoma.
and then tuesday he talked about the blizzard of 1886-87. when it snowed a ton, and a lot of people left farms and ranches because of the snow.
when the snow melted, in addition to floods, all of the frozen cows thawed out and decayed. lots of cow carcasses.
see? it's applied knowledge.
so anyways, the song. its a country-western song, those are the easiest to write.
COW CARCASSES
(a song about the spring of 1887)
---
(v.1)
it's been a long long winter
so terribly cold
i abandoned my ranch
for some money to hold
now it's springtime again,
and not to my surprise
i got a letter from friends
they say all my cows died.
(ch.)
carcasses, carcasses
to the left and the right
the snow's gone, to they rot
it's a horrible sight
the smell is so foul, i can barely breathe
oh! the hundreds of cows decomposing indeed.
(v.2)
well i am a farmer
and my fields are all mud
but i'd rather have water
than this rotting cow blood
the corpses are messy
and it makes me so sad
but my fields get fertilized free
so its only half bad.
(ch. again)
---
nice, eh?
its good when you knwo the copntext.
i have some kind of sickness also.
i am exhausted. came home from school and went to sleep from 3 to 8.
k asked me today why i get tired. i told her that i think its paying for the insomnia of yesteryear, but that doesnt make any sense in real life.
its a mind thing, a part of my craziness.
i cannot stay awake, i feel like i am about to die when i dont sleep for long enough.
or, when i wake up in general.
it's more than a little obnoxious.
and, there was other stuff.
but some things i can never remember.
tomorrow is first day of musical practise. yahoo.
i think singing, i dont know.
truthfully im not looking forward to it.
you see, when i auditioned i had accepted it as a fact that i wouldnt make it, that i wasnt good enough.
while it's great for my self image that i made it, i really am disappointed that i have to do this instead of dance lessons (plan a).
oh well. its wont be too ba, i hope. and i really could use the social interaction.
theres a girl there named danielle. not the danielle from my art class (the one who always attacks me in my dreams about kyle), a different danielle who art class danielle and a girl named julie (who is amazing) draw with a swastika. julie and other danielle were once best friends. but then crap went down, and now julie hates danielle. i really think that danielle doesnt care. art class danielle and julie are now best friends. and me, i like them all. i understand the rivalry (because i know about the battles), but i hope that my neutrality doesnt make art class danielle hate me (she's like that). other danielle is funny, but dumb. and i dont see her that much, so its ok if she hates me later.
its tough to like everyone sometimes. today i talked to katie (other danielle's cousin, stealer of julie's boyfriend and object of julie's most passionate hate)in the halls and then a few seconds later i waved hello to julie. i count myself lucky, for if i had seen julie a few seconds earlier then there goes that friendship. and i dont need any more enemies (im told that i have them, i dont know who). i often hate relationships.
in other news, weve been listening to this song in french. les feuilles morts. c'est une bonne chanson. but i cannto find the version of the lyrics that i want (french websites are tough... i have barely intermediate comprehension of the language.)i found an adobe page with the sheet music, but none have that second verse that i love so much.
the verse that says "silencieux et fidele", theo ne that makes me think his lover is dead.
but here's the rest of words, in french. dont know french? go find your friend who can and have him/her translate, or go to http://freetranslation.imtranslator.com/
anyways, the lyrics:
Oh ! je voudrais tant que tu te souviennes
des jours heureux où nous étions amis,
En ce temps-là, la vie était plus belle
et le soleil plus brûlant qu'aujourd'hui,
Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle,
Tu vois, je n'ai pas oublié
Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle,
les souvenirs et les regrets aussi
Et le vent du nord les emporte
dans la nuit froide de l'oubli
Tu vois, je n'ai pas oublié
la chanson que tu me chantais.
C'est une chanson qui nous ressemble
Toi tu m'aimais
et je t'aimais
Nous vivions tous les deux ensemble,
toi qui m'aimais,
moi qui t'aimais
Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s'aiment
tout doucement,
sans faire de bruit
Et la mer efface sur le sable
les pas des amants désunis.
La la la la...
Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s'aiment
tout doucement,
sans faire de bruit
Et la mer efface sur le sable
les pas des amants désunis.
- les Feuilles mortes, jacques prevert
maybe tomorrow ill get the 2nd verse from my french book.
no, i am not as crazy as that makes me sound, not so far gone as kyle who draws dead men and donkeys for no reason.
the song was written in US history when i didnt want to listen to my crazy history teacher.
now, let me explain why i would write somethng abut cows.
monday i sang a duet with said crazy history teacher, the theme song from oklahoma.
and then tuesday he talked about the blizzard of 1886-87. when it snowed a ton, and a lot of people left farms and ranches because of the snow.
when the snow melted, in addition to floods, all of the frozen cows thawed out and decayed. lots of cow carcasses.
see? it's applied knowledge.
so anyways, the song. its a country-western song, those are the easiest to write.
COW CARCASSES
(a song about the spring of 1887)
---
(v.1)
it's been a long long winter
so terribly cold
i abandoned my ranch
for some money to hold
now it's springtime again,
and not to my surprise
i got a letter from friends
they say all my cows died.
(ch.)
carcasses, carcasses
to the left and the right
the snow's gone, to they rot
it's a horrible sight
the smell is so foul, i can barely breathe
oh! the hundreds of cows decomposing indeed.
(v.2)
well i am a farmer
and my fields are all mud
but i'd rather have water
than this rotting cow blood
the corpses are messy
and it makes me so sad
but my fields get fertilized free
so its only half bad.
(ch. again)
---
nice, eh?
its good when you knwo the copntext.
i have some kind of sickness also.
i am exhausted. came home from school and went to sleep from 3 to 8.
k asked me today why i get tired. i told her that i think its paying for the insomnia of yesteryear, but that doesnt make any sense in real life.
its a mind thing, a part of my craziness.
i cannot stay awake, i feel like i am about to die when i dont sleep for long enough.
or, when i wake up in general.
it's more than a little obnoxious.
and, there was other stuff.
but some things i can never remember.
tomorrow is first day of musical practise. yahoo.
i think singing, i dont know.
truthfully im not looking forward to it.
you see, when i auditioned i had accepted it as a fact that i wouldnt make it, that i wasnt good enough.
while it's great for my self image that i made it, i really am disappointed that i have to do this instead of dance lessons (plan a).
oh well. its wont be too ba, i hope. and i really could use the social interaction.
theres a girl there named danielle. not the danielle from my art class (the one who always attacks me in my dreams about kyle), a different danielle who art class danielle and a girl named julie (who is amazing) draw with a swastika. julie and other danielle were once best friends. but then crap went down, and now julie hates danielle. i really think that danielle doesnt care. art class danielle and julie are now best friends. and me, i like them all. i understand the rivalry (because i know about the battles), but i hope that my neutrality doesnt make art class danielle hate me (she's like that). other danielle is funny, but dumb. and i dont see her that much, so its ok if she hates me later.
its tough to like everyone sometimes. today i talked to katie (other danielle's cousin, stealer of julie's boyfriend and object of julie's most passionate hate)in the halls and then a few seconds later i waved hello to julie. i count myself lucky, for if i had seen julie a few seconds earlier then there goes that friendship. and i dont need any more enemies (im told that i have them, i dont know who). i often hate relationships.
in other news, weve been listening to this song in french. les feuilles morts. c'est une bonne chanson. but i cannto find the version of the lyrics that i want (french websites are tough... i have barely intermediate comprehension of the language.)i found an adobe page with the sheet music, but none have that second verse that i love so much.
the verse that says "silencieux et fidele", theo ne that makes me think his lover is dead.
but here's the rest of words, in french. dont know french? go find your friend who can and have him/her translate, or go to http://freetranslation.imtranslator.com/
anyways, the lyrics:
Oh ! je voudrais tant que tu te souviennes
des jours heureux où nous étions amis,
En ce temps-là, la vie était plus belle
et le soleil plus brûlant qu'aujourd'hui,
Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle,
Tu vois, je n'ai pas oublié
Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle,
les souvenirs et les regrets aussi
Et le vent du nord les emporte
dans la nuit froide de l'oubli
Tu vois, je n'ai pas oublié
la chanson que tu me chantais.
C'est une chanson qui nous ressemble
Toi tu m'aimais
et je t'aimais
Nous vivions tous les deux ensemble,
toi qui m'aimais,
moi qui t'aimais
Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s'aiment
tout doucement,
sans faire de bruit
Et la mer efface sur le sable
les pas des amants désunis.
La la la la...
Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s'aiment
tout doucement,
sans faire de bruit
Et la mer efface sur le sable
les pas des amants désunis.
- les Feuilles mortes, jacques prevert
maybe tomorrow ill get the 2nd verse from my french book.