Eurofurence 15: The Personal Musical (original) (raw)
September 1 2009, 16:49
All right, I guess I've successfully dropped back into everyday life... a place where people would start giving you strange looks if you were to ask them if they'd seen the green kangaroo anywhere.
Still not feeling quite in the mood for a full review, I'll do something else: Give my more musically inclined readers a brief insight into my development during the con. As you may know, I love music, and at any given time when there's no other music around, there'll inevitably be a song playing in my head... or at least a short phrase and a few lines of text repeating over and over.
So, here's the short summary of the snippets that were my soundtrack of the con. Some of them appeared way more than once, but I'll still only repeat what appears to me to be important to repeat.
Oh, and... just out of curiosity (and as a little challenge to my readers): Try to post into a comment all the songs you recognize. Let's see who finds the most. :)
Take your crosses off my grave All the tokens of your faith Don't you let them pray for me
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The sky was Bible black in Lyon When I met the Magdalene She was paralyzed in streetlight She refused to give her name And a ring of violet bruises They were pinned up on her arm Two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led me by the hand To a room of dancing shadows where all the heartache disappeared And from glowing tongues of candles, I heard her whisper in my ear: J'entend ton coeur J'entend ton coeur I can hear your heart, I can hear your heart, I can hear your heart Hear your heart!
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Left the countryside for the city She resides now on second floor No more gardening in the backyard Busy keeping the wolves from the door
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For the weak and wounded hearts For the nameless fallen stars For the ones who built this land For the ones with gun in hand
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Hey you, Surprised? More than surprised To find the answers to the questions Were always in your own eyes. ... 'cause the only thing misplaced was direction And I've found direction There is no Childhood's End
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As you duel with the devil living in your mind
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All the love we leave behind All the work we leave undone All the words we leave unspoken All the things we won't become But there's little I would change In the life that I recall If I could paint a picture Of the Beauty of it All
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[Several sickeningly almost-remembered shreds of music and speech]