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Post by BuffyFanOne on Sept 14, 2005 22:07:45 GMT -5
I love it Hadely! It is great! I never realised how deep Brit songs could be!
Here is mine...
The Work Song That Inspired me to Work at my Goals In Life
I realize that my song choice is a tad obscure but hey, it is a song that is very close to me and has been for quite some time. There are more serious songs that I have a connection with but none that have shaped who I am in such a unique way. The song I am referring to is none other than The Work Song from Disney’s Cinderella!
When I was three years old, my Mother and my God Mother (how appropriate) took me to the theater to see my vary first movie! The movie happened to be a re-release of Cinderella and this particular outing happens to be my vary first memory.
This song hold yet another significant meaning to me. Cinderella’s mice friends sing the song about making a dress so Cinderella can go to the ball. The scene in the movie when they are all working together to surprise mis-treated Cinderella with a new dress sparked an intrest in me that I still hold to this vary day.
The idea that something as simple as making a dress fore someone could make their life a little brighter inspired me to start creating fashion designs. My very first creation was made out of the finest of materials (toilet paper and scotch tape). The particular garment was a turtle-neck sweater for my Tela action figure. From then on I took to making Barbie dresses materials that were a bit more classy (fabric remnants and a hot glue gun).
Little did I know that my hand made Barbie dresses would go on to lead me into a career! After winning a few small time fashion awards I gained the courage to head to New York to apply to the fashion school of my dreams. In an unexpected twist, I was excepted to the school but I didn’t end up going there because I found one I liked even better!
I am currently in my second year of design school and in a few months I will be moving to Australia to make my dream a reality. I will be interning at a (semi) famous design house in Sydney Australia and from there...Who knows? Hopefully someday I will get the opportunity to brighten someone’s day with a Ball Gown of their very own!
From the moment my three years old eyes set a gaze on the dress the mice made for Cinderella, I was destined to make myself a fashion designer. The Work Song has always been in the back of my head, inspiring me and keeping me on track to fulfilling my dreams. With out having seen Cinderella at such a young age, who knows what my ambitions would have been. Perhaps I would want to be an Astronaut or a Doctor like the majority of the kids I grew up around. One thing is for sure though. With out having heard this song I would never have thought to ask my Mom if there was a job where I could make gowns for a living. I owe this particular children’s song a lot of credit in helping me along the path to my adult life.
SONG LYRICS... Cinderella, Cinderella All I hear is Cinderella, from the moment I get up till shades of night are falling There isn't any letup, I hear them calling, calling Go up and do the attic and go down and do the cellar, you can do them both together "Cinderella."
How lovely it would be if I could live in my fantasy But in the middle of my dreaming they're screaming at me Cinderella
*Alternative Lyrics from the movie:*
[Jack:] Every time she'd find a minute That's the time that they begin it Cinderelly, Cinderelly
[Stepsisters:] Cinderella!
[Jack:] Cinderelly, Cinderelly Night and day it's Cinderelly Make the fire, fix the breakfast Wash the dishes, do the mopping
[Girl mice:] And the sweeping and the dusting They always keep her hopping
[Jack:] She goes around in circles Till she's very, very dizzy Still they holler
[Girl mice:] Keep a-busy Cinderelly! We can do it, we can do it We can help our Cinderelly We can make her dress so pretty There's nothing to it, really We'll tie a sash around it Put a ribbon through it When dancing at the ball She'll be more beautiful than all In the lovely dress we'll make for Cinderelly
Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry Gonna help our Cinderelly Got no time to dilly-dally We gotta get a-goin'
[Gus:] I'll cut with these scissors!
[Jack:] And I can do the sewing!
[Girl Mouse:] Leave the sewing to the women You go get some trimmin' And we'll make a lovely dress for Cinderelly!
[Girl mice and Gus:] We'll make a lovely dress for Cinderelly!
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Post by punkrawkerspike on Sept 14, 2005 22:16:06 GMT -5
I -knew- that one had to have been yours, Jon!! Truly, reading everybody's entries was absolutely wonderful and just an all-around fun experience. You're all winners already in my eyes, no matter what the outcome is.
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Post by BuffyFanOne on Sept 14, 2005 22:31:33 GMT -5
I had a blast writing it! PS: Glad to see the CMM banner making a come back!
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Post by Justhad on Sept 14, 2005 22:34:10 GMT -5
Jon! I *LOVE* it!!!!!!!!! You totally deserve to win Cinderella is my favorite Disney movie, (even now!) and is so classic!!!!
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Post by Erica Kane on Sept 14, 2005 22:57:31 GMT -5
Here is mine. It "Be Yourself" by Audioslave
Someone falls to pieces Sleeping all alone Someone kills the pain Spinning in the silence She finally drifts away Someone gets excited In a chapel yard And catches a boquet Another lays a dozen White roses on a grave
Yeah And be yourself is all that you can do, yeah To be yourself is all that you can do
Someone finds salvation In everyone Another only pain Someone tries to hide himself Down inside himself he prays Someone swears his true love Until the end of time Another runs away Separate or united Healthy or insane
Yeah And be yourself is all that you can do [all that you can do] To be yourself is all that you can do [all that you can do] To be yourself is all that you can do [all that you can do] To be yourself is all that you can do
Even when you've paid enough Been put upon, or been held up With every single memory of The good or bad, faces of luck Don't lose any sleep tonight I'm sure everything will end up alright You may win or lose
But to be yourself is all that you can do, yeah To be yourself is all that you can do, oh [x3] [all that you can do] And to be yourself is all that you can To be yourself is all that you can Be yourself is all that you can do
I think why I would sing it is 'cause I think everyone should know how important it is to just be youself and to not be someone you that your not.
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Post by BuffyFanOne on Sept 14, 2005 23:53:43 GMT -5
Cinderella is my favorite animated movie ever! It definately has a special place!
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Post by The Second Evil on Sept 15, 2005 0:18:46 GMT -5
Wow after reading all these I doubt I'll win! They're all so good, especially Hadley and Jon's. And what song did I do I hear you ask? Man! I feel like a Woman
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Post by punkrawkerspike on Sept 15, 2005 6:18:15 GMT -5
Wow after reading all these I doubt I'll win! They're all so good, especially Hadley and Jon's. And what song did I do I hear you ask? Man! I feel like a Woman I had a feeling the entire time that that one was yours.
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Post by The Second Evil on Sept 15, 2005 12:01:42 GMT -5
Wow after reading all these I doubt I'll win! They're all so good, especially Hadley and Jon's. And what song did I do I hear you ask? Man! I feel like a Woman I had a feeling the entire time that that one was yours. Hehe, Im not sure how to take that. Is it a good thing or a bad thing? lol
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Post by Shannon on Sept 15, 2005 14:04:16 GMT -5
i dont know how to look it up mines probably not that good it was 'Wake Up' by Hilary DUff it was my favorite song at the time played it ova and ova again if i could re-enter, it might be 'These Words' b/c i feel so ADD basically my favorite song is whats playen i cant relate to everything good luck everyone else!
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Post by punkrawkerspike on Sept 15, 2005 15:15:06 GMT -5
Hehe, Im not sure how to take that. Is it a good thing or a bad thing? lol I dunno SE, it just seemed...you-ish! But don't worry. I thought it was fun! And we all know how I love things to be fun around here.
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Post by esc on Sept 15, 2005 16:54:09 GMT -5
Well, I guess my could be worse than the Spice Girls (although I do really like them) and mine might date me. I picked ABBA's 'Thank You for the Music.' It's about someone who is looked over but when it comes to music, they're transformed into some with self esteem and believes in themselves. OMG, was it suppose to be so deep Overall, I really liked the contest.
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Post by aerosmith on Sept 15, 2005 20:43:13 GMT -5
Heh. I choose "It's Not Easy Bein Green"
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Post by punkrawkerspike on Sept 15, 2005 20:49:28 GMT -5
Heh. I choose "It's Not Easy Bein Green" So that was YOU!! You fucking fiend! Lmfao From the very moment I saw that one, I wondered just -who- it could possibly belong to! And since we unfortunately haven't gotten to know eachother very well or even interacted at all on the forum, I can honestly say that I never suspected you in a million years! Great job! xD
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Post by aerosmith on Sept 16, 2005 0:39:45 GMT -5
Yeah that was me. Im a Muppet nerd.
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Post by The Second Evil on Sept 18, 2005 6:28:38 GMT -5
Here's my entry, It's nothing compared to some of the others but I thought I'd post it for the hell of it:
'Man! I feel like a Woman!’ By Shania Twain!
The song I’m choosing to sing for Lorne in the Caritas is a song by Country Star, Shania Twain called ‘Man! I feel like a Woman!’. I knew right from the start that this was the song for me and will try as best I can to explain my reasoning to you.
One of things that first inspired me into choosing this song is that it’s not only easy to sing to, but it’s easy to dance to aswell. This is so the caritas audience will be captivated and distracted by my Shania-style moves which will be made stranger by the fact that I’m a guy and not a gal: and as a result, they will not notice the occasional flat singing note that I may produce. Plus I think If a spend most of my time on-stage trying to do different actions to illustrate the different words in the chorus then I won’t get as nervous as I won’t be thinking about the singing aspect as much.
I think the reason why the song is so perfect for me to perform is that it really represents my personality in that I’m fun loving and free. I want to choose a song like that so Lorne can give me guidance on my whole attitude to life, as I can be unstable at times: one second a fun loving party animal, but the next as serious as hell. I would like Lorne to tell me whether I should try and change this so people can identify with me better and make a connection rather with me than be distanced by my unpredictability. I would really belt this one out because it would be likely that I would be performing after downing a few Manhattans!
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Post by mothperson on Sept 20, 2005 18:22:00 GMT -5
Music is magic.
That Cinderella song - my god, I remember that so vividly now. One of my great favorites of all time.
I would so love to see Second Evil performing the Shania song.
Drumming - I want to be a drummer in my next life. Spice Girls, the Who, whoever. That's a great reason to choose a song. I only wish I could drum to the Spice Girls.
I love all the stories. I wish there were more. In light of that, I must post my own. I've removed the most personal part in the middle, but it wasn't very entertaining. I assumed we were being judged the way teachers grade papers, so I didn't make mine anonymous.
Caritas Karaoke
The setting: Caritas, Los Angeles The scene: a bunch of demons, mostly from out of town, hooting and hollering. Onstage: a quaking Mothperson Leaning against the bar, looking suave in a bright blue suit, yet greenly sweet: Lorne, sipping a mai -tai.
“I’m so cool, too bad I’m a loser." warbles Moth shakily. Lorne lowers his drink, and lifts his eyebrows.
Clem, center front, raises a fist, scattering cheez-doodles, and utters an encouraging yelp. Mothperson absolutely refused to sing in public unless Clem and Spike were there, Clem for moral support, and Spike to threaten anyone who laughed too much. Spike is looking bored, and flicking cigarette butts from his ashtray into the drinks of unsuspecting neighbors. He is ignoring the beginning giggles from nearby tables, being much more focused on his butt-flicking. “I’m so smart, too bad I can’t get anything figured out.”
Moth continues on, a little louder to out-vocalize the demons. Lorne sets down his glass, and stares. It is not clear whether it is a stare of disbelief, or interest, or both. “I’m so brave, too bad I’m a baby,”
The demons are getting more restless, either because they don’t like the song, or the singer, or both.
“I’m so fly, that’s probably why it feels just like I'm falling for the first time." A shower of peanut shells descends upon the stage. Spike finally stands up and glowers at the pitchers. They subside, for the moment. Lorne edges a little closer to the stage.
I’m so brave, too bad I’m a baby. I’m so fly, that’s probably why it feels just like I’m falling for the first time. I’m so green, it’s really amazing. I’m so clean, it’s too bad I can’t get all the dirt off of me.
“ALL THE DIRT OFFA ME,” Clem refrains loudly. Spike elbows him hard. Mothperson and Clem are both off-key. A nearby table of demons starts to chortle. Spike makes the motion of smacking one of them hard upside the head, and they subside.
I’m so sane, it’s driving me crazy. It’s so strange, I can’t believe it feels just like I’m falling for the first time.
Lorne: Moth used to think it was cool, now it believes it’s a loser. Moth also once had a high opinion of its intelligence, and still does once in a while, but also considers itself an idiot, frequently. And it often is an idiot. It can pick up a mouse trapped in the bathtub with its bare hands, be bitten on the thumb by said mouse, and still manage to hold on to it until releasing it outside. It confronts hunters armed with large bows and arrows and rifles when they disturb its walks in the woods, and complain about its making too much noise. But the phone ringing scares it witless, there are many days when it is afraid to go out to the mailbox, and it can only manage to go to the mall if its glasses are falling apart. It has never figured out the meaning of being a grown-up, and thinks it never will. The clean thing – well, my god – its house. A total rat’s nest. No wonder it can’t ever get clean. And, hunh. It is sane, and totally crazy. Interesting mix here. And yet…it seems to be accepting it pretty well. It might be wrong about that grown-up part, although maybe not.
Anyone perfect must be lying. Anything easy has its cost. Anyone plain can be lovely. Anyone loved can be lost.
Lorne: Well. Hmm. It has known people who thought they were perfect. A couple of bosses among others. They were lying, of course. One of the easiest things it ever got was the “perfect job” with the “perfect boss.” Which cost it thousands of dollars in lost income, not to mention the expense of therapy that would have been a nice down payment on a house. Jeez, but it’s never figured out how to manage money. At least it’s figured out the one painless part of this song - the plainest of people become beautiful when they become your friends. It’s good to remember that. Oh dear. Its parents wouldn’t let dogs into the family after two died within a week of each other. “Too painful,” they said. My god – those two siblings now have- six dogs and nine cats between them. That parental lesson sure didn’t take.
What if I lost my direction? What if I lost the sense of time? What if I nursed this infection? Maybe the worst is behind.
Lorne: It has spent years feeling lost, and depressed, and brooding, and nursing multiple infections, and not knowing where it was going. It still does those things, but it’s much more aware of what it’s doing. It gets itself out of the pit much faster. It has given up giving up, and although it’s still a mess, it’s more in the nature of a swamp mess, from which interesting things may eventually emerge. The primordial ooze, as it were.
It feels just like I’m falling for the first time. It feels just like I’m falling for the first time.
Clem has now gotten so enthused he is standing up and doing a double arm wave in time to the music.
I’m so chill, no wonder it’s freezing, I’m so still, I just can’t keep my fingers out of anything Clem chimes in “Fingers out of…” Spike pulls him down hard to his chair and claps a hand over his mouth. “Mmmngthng” concludes Clem, much muffled. The demons at the next table are quelled by an icy blue vampire glare.
I’m so thrilled to finally be failing, I’m so done, turn me over ‘cause it feels just like I’ve fallen for the first time.
Anything plain can be lovely. Anything loved can be lost. Maybe I lost my direction? What if our love is the cost? Anyone perfect must be lying. Anything easy has its cost. Anyone plain can be lovely. Anyone loved can be lost. What if I lost my direction? What if I lost the sense of time? What if I nursed this infection? Maybe the worst is behind. Maybe the worst is behind. ____________________________________________________________________
“Maybe the worst is behind.” Mothperson fumbles with the mike and earphones, trying to get rid of them and flee. Hears nothing but a buzzing in its ears, no doubt its blood pressure risen to dangerous levels. The Host magically appears at its elbow, with a margarita, straight up, with salt, and gives Moth a bone-cracking shoulder hug. “That was great, sweetpea!” Then whispers, “Next time it might be less distracting if you wore shoes that matched. But you were fantastic, absolutely fabulous.”
Mothperson totters off the stage, and sinks into Clem’s empty armchair, still in shock, gripping its drink, and staring at its shoes in dismay. Spike offers a cigarette with an air of commiseration that is infuriating, and Moth shoos it away, swigging lime and tequila through salt as the only possible restorative. Clem is the last performer for the evening, singing “Philadelphia Freedom,” with extreme verve and vigor. After much applause for Clem, semi-silence descends upon Caritas, except for the out-of-towners, who are still whooping and hollering over way too many banana daiquiris in their corner. The adjacent table of demons has mysteriously emptied.
Lorne comes over and sits in the next armchair. He appears very thoughtful, and Mothperson looks at him with some alarm, but remains slumped in the chair. There is a long, pregnant silence. Spike rolls his eyes and offers Mothperson another cigarette, which it whacks, crumpling the end. Spike swears, and tries to straighten it out. Lorne finally leans over, and whispers, “The worst is behind, pumpkin.”
“That’s it??? That’s all you’ve got to say?” Mothperson is sounding a little shrill.
“What do you want to know?”
Mothperson considers this for several moments. Lorne lifts an eyebrow. “Do you mind being a loser?”
“No.”
“Do you mind being a baby?”
“No.”
“Do you mind not being able to figure things out?”
“Um, not as much as I used to.”
“So you’re okay with life being messy and uncertain?”
“Uh. Kind of.”
“And green’s a good color, n’est-ce pas?”
“Yeah. For sure. I adore green.”
“So, what more do you need?” asks Lorne calmly.
“Oh.” Mothperson considers this. “Nothing, I guess.” There is a brief pause.
“Except, maybe some nachos?” Moth asks hopefully.
Lorne turns and hails a waitress. “Cupcake, bring us a giant platter of nachos, will you?” Mothperson and Spike are suddenly sitting much straighter in their chairs, and Clem has appeared out of nowhere. “Can we have extra cilantro and chilis?” Moth pleads as Cupcake heads towards the kitchen. Clem high-fives Mothperson, and shouts “Double cheese, please?” Spike gets up to go deal with the banana-daiquiri demons but first yells “Extra salsa, por favore, senorita!” “And another round of Margaritas, straight up, doll,” Lorne calls. Lorne smiles. What music and advice from the Powers That Be can’t soothe, nachos and margaritas will, for the moment. Real life can return later.
Lorne: Thank god for the restorative powers of melted cheese and chilis. Moth’s not done, and it never will be, but it’s headed in the right direction. Jesus god, though, I wish someone would choose some good show tunes instead of retro-avant-garde rock, Barry Manilow and Britney Spears. And if I hear one more Beatles song……………..
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Elflore
Victim
And my nose is detachable.
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Post by Elflore on Sept 20, 2005 23:02:26 GMT -5
*The Elf delurks*
Moth, that was excellent! Both the content and the style. Cool to see that I wasn't the only one who put it in semi-fic style...but yours was far more introspective than my own. Very very cool.
John (Elflore), somewhere in the universe...
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Post by mothperson on Sept 21, 2005 17:04:12 GMT -5
Elflore - thank you so much for your very kind words. I realized I couldn't even do karaoke in print without some support, so Clem and Spike had to come along.
Now I'm wondering what your semi-fic was about. And how it is that Cleveland is both the other Hellmouth and the site of the rock and roll hall of fame? There must be some connection.......
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Post by Elflore on Sept 22, 2005 0:26:04 GMT -5
Oh, the Rock Hall is definitely collected to the Hellmouth...demons are probably stealing all the best stuff and selling it off to Hard Rock! Not to mention serving on the board and influencing nominations...
As for my own fic-style entry...heck, why not? Here 'tis...a little number I call Lorneoke!
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There is a Caritas beyond the worlds, where Lorne has taken up his Hosting duties again, where old friends and new have gathered to hear the music play...
And there I take the stage to sing that old Barenaked Ladies standard, "If I Had a Million Dollars"...'cause our Host with the Most is green and looks like a million bucks!
"If I had a million dollars..." I croon.
"I would buy you a fur coat--but not a real fur coat, that's cruel!" I assure the lovely Nina with a wink.
"If I had a million dollars, I would buy John Merrick's remains--ooh, all them crazy elephant bones!" (I do a lot of ducking at this point--who's idea was it to give the Oliphaunts in the corner table a bag of tomatoes, anyway?!)
"If I had a million dollars, I'd buy your looooooove..." Here I do my best not to look too hard at Princess Cordelia over there...which probably gives that Fnarl demon *entirely* the wrong impression...
"If I had a million dollars (if I had a million dollars), I'd buy you a green dress...but not a real green dress, that's cruel!" elicits a rather disturbing wolf-whistle from Lorne's mom. (But hey, it also triggers Numfar's Dance of Joy, and that's always a treat!)
"If I had a million dollars...I'd buy you a monkey! Haven't you always wanted a monkey?"
"Yes," Illyria calls back, reaching behind the next seat to pull Spike up by his jacket collar. "I have chosen this one."
"If I had a million dollars..." I belt on, nodding encouragingly. "If I had a million dollars, if I had a million dollars, if I haaaad a million doooooooooooollars....I'D BE RICH!"
"WELL!" says Cordelia. "Why didn't you say so?"
And arm in arm, we walk off into the moonlight...
(Hey, a guy can dream, right?)
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John (Elflore), somewhere in the universe...
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