Lyrics

[Asila]

*wears a disgustingly sweet and innocent smile* Oh yeah.

Well, here's a fun song. Everyone has probably heard it by now since it's kind of a classic, but it rocks so here it is. Enjoy!

Devil Went Down to Georgia

The devil went down to Georgia, he was looking for a soul to steal.
He was in a bind 'cos he was way behind: he was willin' to make a deal.
When he came across this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot.
And the devil jumped upon a hickory stump and said: "Boy let me tell you what:
"I bet you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player too.
"And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you.
"Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the devil his due:
"I bet a fiddle of gold against your soul, 'cos I think I'm better than you."
The boy said: "My name's Johnny and it might be a sin,
"But I'll take your bet, your gonna regret, 'cos I'm the best that's ever been."

Johnny you rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard.
'Cos hells broke loose in Georgia and the devil deals it hard.
And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold.
But if you lose, the devil gets your soul.

The devil opened up his case and he said: "I'll start this show."
And fire flew from his fingertips as he resined up his bow.
And he pulled the bow across his strings and it made an evil hiss.
Then a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this.
When the devil finished, Johnny said: "Well you're pretty good ol' son.
"But if you'll sit down in that chair, right there, and let me show you how its done."

Fire on the moun, run boys, run.
The devil's in the house of the risin' sun.
Chicken in the bread pin, pickin' out dough.
"Granny, does your dog bite?"
"No, child, no."

The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.
He laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet.
Johnny said: "Devil just come on back if you ever want to try again.
"I told you once, you son of a bitch, I'm the best that's ever been."

And he played fire on the mount, run boys, run.
The devil's in the house of the risin' sun.
Chicken in the bread pin pickin' out dough.
"Granny, does your dog bite?"
"No, child, no."

[Seven]

OMG! I absolutely, positively LOVE this song! I've listened to it a hundred times!

[Rojo]

I don't.

[Asila]

Another old ballad, posted just for Seven in honor of Molly.

Hymn to Darkness

Hail thou most sacred venerable thing!
What Muse is worthy thee to sing?
Thee, from whose pregnant universal womb
All things, ev'n Light, thy rival, first did come
What dares he not attempt that sings of thee,
Thou first and greatest mystery?
Who can the secrets of thy essence tell?
Thou, like the light of God, art inaccessible.

Before great Love this monument did raise
This ample theatre of praise;
Before the folding circles of the sky
Were tuned by Him, Who is all harmony;
Before the morning Stars their hymn began,
Before the council held for man,
Before the birth of either time or place,
Though reign'st unquestion'd monarch in the empty space.

Thy native lot thou didst to Light resign,
But still half of the globe is thine.
Here with a quiet, but yet awful hand,
Like the best emperors thou dost command.
To thee the stars above their brightness owe,
And mortals their repose below:
To thy protection fear and sorrow flee,
And those that weary are of light, find rest in thee.

~J. Norris of Bemerton

[Seven]

Aww, it's so beautiful! Thank you a thousand times for posting it, i loved reading it! And once again, I'm so jealous of you for having an old book of ballads!

*For Serena's interpretation of the 3rd stanza, please see Dark Persuasion, "Returning to Dust." Lol

[Asila]

Yep, it's the awesomest! And Serena had a really interesting take on the last stanza. I know Molly will have something to say on the subject...but you'll have to wait until tomorrow to find out! By the time I finish up with Chibi RP, it will probably be two in the morning.

[Seven]

yeah, well i'm excited to see what you/molly have to say!

[Asila]

*grins* Just remember that Molly's opinions represent only a fragment of my personality, and that the other factions often have different views all together. Which tends to turn my mind into my own personal war zone on many an occasion (without a doubt I argue with myself more often than I do with any other human being) but hey, at least life is always interesting.

Anyways, I got more lyrics! These are a couple Garth Brooks songs. I know, I know, he's a country singer, but I like these songs regardless. Sheesh, I'm just trashing my reputation here, aren't I? Ah, well, when you live with rednecks you either find something you like about them or you wind up in a nice padded cell.

Well, here are the songs. This first is the type of story song that I know you'll like, Seven, if you haven't heard it already.

The Thunder Rolls
Garth Brooks

Three thirty in the morning,
Not a soul in sight,
The city's looking like a ghost town
On a moonlit summer night.

Raindrops on the windshield,
There's a storm moving in.
He's heading back from somewhere
That he never should have been.

And the thunder rolls.
And the thunder rolls.

Every light is burning
In a house across town.
She's pacing by the telephone
In her faded flannel gown.

Asking for a miracle,
Hoping she's not right.
Praying it's the weather
That's kept him out all night.

And the thunder rolls.
And the thunder rolls.

CHORUS
The thunder rolls, and the lightning strikes.
Another love grows cold, on a sleepless night.
As the storm rolls on, out of control.
Deep in her heart, the thunder rolls.

She's waiting by the window
When he pulls into the drive.
She rushes out to hold him
Thankful he's alive.

With all the wind and rain
A strange new perfume blows,
And the lightning flashes in her eyes,
And he knows that she knows.

And the thunder rolls.
And the thunder rolls.

CHORUS

And I just love this next song, since it speaks to both the portion of my mind that wants to remain independent/strong/distant and avoid further injury, and the part that is absolutely determined to fly too close to the sun. *grins*

Standing Outside the Fire

We call them cool
Those hearts that have no scars to show
The ones that never do let go
And risk the tables being turned

We call them fools
Who have to dance within the flame
Who chance the sorrow and the shame
That always come with getting burned

But you got to be tough when consumed by desire
'Cause it's not enough just to stand outside the fire

We call them strong
Those who can face this world alone
Who seem to get by on their own
Those who will never take the fall

We call them weak
Who are unable to resist
The slightest chance love might exist
And for that forsake it all

They're so hell bent on giving, walking a wire
Convinced it's not living if you stand outside the fire

Chorus:
Standing outside the fire
Standing outside the fire
Life is not tried, it is merely survived
If you're standing outside the fire

There's this love that is burning
Deep in my soul
Constantly yearning to get out of control
Wanting to fly higher and higher
I can't abide standing outside the fire

Repeat Chorus(twice)

[Seven]

*sheepishly* Yes, actually I do realize that Molly is only a fraction of you, and that your opinions differ many times. I'm not really sure why I wrote "Asila/Molly" back then (since I knew that back then too), but I'm going to attribute it to either laziness or sleepiness. In any case, what I had originally meant is BOTH your and Molly's opinion on what was being said. I still look forward to your personal comments and Molly's replies, since so much of what is being said is rather philosophical in nature...

Actually, yes, I have heard of "The Thunder Rolls." And you needn't be ashamed by liking Garth Brooks; he has a fine voice, and not al country music is blue-grass hilly-billy stuff. Don't feel ashamed. Though I like story-songs, I like "Outside the Fire" better. I can see how you relate to it as well. *grins*

[Asila]

Hmm...perhaps I will place my Molly-independent viewpoints in double parentheses at the end or beginning of each post so that you'll know both. That shouldn't distract from the post too badly, since I tend to condense what I'm thinking into short paragraphs. Or if I have a lot to say, I could just pm you. ((speaking of pm's, I'm still considering the one you sent me. I'll reply tonight. I'm short on time now.))

Out of the two songs, Standing Outside the Fire is the one that is the most fun. It is also the one that I originally planned on posting, since I'd listened to it in my car when I was on my way to return my sister's boyfriend's car keys to him at midnight. *makes a face* I hate running errands that late at night, especially since I had so much to do. I wanted to post last night as well, but I ran out of time. Anyway, the only reason The Thunder Rolls showed up is that I came across the lyrics when I was looking them up for Outside the Fire. I'd nearly forgotten that song, which is a shame because it was well-written, even if the content is negative. But if everything had a happy ending, what kind of boring world would we live in? *<-- evidence of psychological issues*

...my mind really needs to keep it's opinions to itself. *scowls* Hey, you know what's fun? When my internal dialogue switches from debate to comic commentary. I nearly started giggling in class on Thursday because I 'made' a joke (it was all in my head, of course) and thought it was absolutely hilarious. I blame the mental film clip that my imagination invented for me. It wouldn't have been so funny without the visual. But it sucked because then I got to spend the next ten minutes trying to regulate me breathing, especially since I laugh loudly and for a while once I get started and I didn't want to get started. Not when I tend to sit by myself and people tend to get creeped out when one of the loners starts laughing at jokes that no one else can hear. Fun fun.

Though I wasn't so successful in a similar circumstance last year, when I couldn't keep all of my laughter to myself and starting giggling a bit. I'd say that I wish I knew what was going through the heads of the people who noticed my peculiar little outburst, but I don't. I'm kind of sensitive about my craziness.

[Seven]

Ahh, you don't really have to. It was sort of unfair for me to suggest such a thing; I imagine it'd be a lot more time consuming. Whatever you'd like Asila. *shrugs*
Oohh...You see, this is why I usually don't mind being unable to drive: It means I never have to run pointless errands on others' behalves. I hadn't really remembered Thunder Rolls either, until you put up the lyrics and I youtubed it. I only recognized it after the fact...but I usually don't listen to country *sheepish* and I'm never good with names, especially music names, for some odd reason....*couldn't name her 5 favorite bands if she HAD to*


*grins* you're little comment about "what kind of boring world would we live in?" reminded me of something J.M. Barrie once wrote. It was a short story, in which he was talking to a group of children about his character, Peter Pan, and the nature of fairies, and most importantly, your "bad fairy." He described that fairies don't really wish you ill, but they love stories, and if everyone was perfectly good, nothing exciting would happen to them--so one of them, when going to bless the child--would be the bad fairy, and give the child a negative quality. And in this way, the considered themselves to be "putting the story into them." I always thought it was a cute way of explaining things.

Don't worry, you're not the only person who laughs to themselves for no apparent reason. I think I've already alluded to this quality in me a once or twice in "Returning to Dust," I know that I was brinking on giggling in the latest post I made . I have to admit, it is really fun to rp yourself in a serious rp.

[Asila]

*considers* Let's just leave it at what Malevolos thinks of the topic, since his opinion is similar enough to my own. I'm just less extreme. Or rather, there are nice/compassionate/forgiving components of my personality that balance the darker ones.

And I struggle with names, too. I can name perhaps a whole five actors right off the top of my head and more often than not I don't know who sings my favorite songs. And worse yet, I never did learn the names of the band members in my favorite band for years, Linkin Park. And I knew every word of every song off of their Hybrid Theory and Meteora albums! I worshiped them, or rather, their music, but I never bothered to learn their names! Oh, the shame!

ooOOoo, I really like your paraphrased J.M.Barrie statement, Seven! Lots and lots!

And I guess you did refer to your odd tendency to giggle at inappropriate times in the Dust thread. Molly is getting pretty irked, by the way. He thinks you're mocking him. As for me, I don't even want to think what kind of euphoria I'd be in if I were in a similar situation. I think I'd be fighting some internal battle and switching from the fierce, half-homicidal maniac that thinks confrontation is fun to the side that doesn't understand why everyone can't just get along and dwells on how much better the world would be if everyone were kinder.

*half-homicidal maniac wants to stab pacifist bleeding-heart for that hippie statement*

*pacifist bleeding-heart throws daises and glitter at half-homicidal maniac*

*World War 76934759387 ensues*

[Seven]

I don't want to get into my ability to name celebrity/current culture things. The whole matter shames me beyond reason. I'm just going to go on, pretending that I know everything about everything. *sighs*

Thank you, though your tribute should go the inventor, Barrie, not me!

*grins* I figured that was going to be happening soon. I really don't mean it--I just can't help myself! I used to be called "Smiley Wart" in elementary school, because of my inablity to stop smiling. Literally, I was the source of the mean kids' amusement. They'd come up to me, say "Serena, DON'T SMILE!" and sure enough, no matter how hard I tried to hold back, I'd be grinning idiotically and they'd be laughing at my incompetence.

...
*sighs*

Anyways, I didn't think you would. I'm just sort of strange, but I think that fact is pretty well established. I knew I'd upset Molly eventually, it was bound to happen after I mentioned knowing his intentions. *grins widely* Did I tell you I had a dream about Molly last night? It was actually pretty funny.

[Asila]

I really, really, wish that I'd gone to your school, been your age, and was your best friend when you were young. I would have glared death at those idiots. And perhaps even maul an individual or two. I was a tad more viscous when I was young. Just ask my sister. She was terrified of me for the longest time. She'd provoke me in some way (like by switching the TV channels while I was trying to watch them) and then run off screaming to our mother when I stood up with every intention of doing something about it. *giggles*

...actually, it's not that funny. I got in trouble all the time, even when I didn't touch her. It's the reason that I eventually just learned to put up with her and now she thinks that she could kick my ass in a fight. And I'll just let her go on thinking it, because every time I let her provoke me into some act of violence, however small, I end up feeling petty and foolish. Let her call me a coward. Whenever it counted, I've always proved myself stronger. She's got nothing on me.

Yes, Molly's patience is definitely suffering. You'll see.

As for me...well, in the most viscous family fight I ever participated in (I was trying to defend my stupid sister, even though she'd never do the same for me) I started laughing. But I guess that was just an adrenaline high, because every time I had a chance to hurt my mother, I held back. No matter how much I hated her during such a moment, I always held back. I don't really want to hurt anyone, ever. I just want to defend the living beings that I feel it is my responsibility to defend. I don't know why I let myself think I'm cruel. Heck, my dark side is only as dark as Molly, and Molly has his redeeming qualities.

Ick, too serious. I hate it when I do this. *grimaces* Don't stab me for being depressing! *runs away*

[Seven]

*sheepish grin*I was pretty cute and innocent and naive when I was a kid. I didn't really seem to realize I was the joke everyone was laughing at. Well...not really. It's more like I was in denial, and was stupidly optimistic in my search for at least one real friend. (When I read our posts, I can' help but grin to myself and think 'Amazing how all of us tormented, [once?] friendless-losers manage to find each other.') I guess I sort of was your opposite as a child though. I never got in trouble (EVER), was about as irritable as a....well....*thinks* I can't really think of anything...*light bulb* I know! I was about as irritable as Lanix, and about as threatening as a butterfly. Except my super long death-claws. I've always had them, my nails just grow to fast. Granted, I never really considered them weapons till I was older.

It's really sad that you don't get along with your sister. I'd offer you some advice...but i really can't. I have the same problem as you, more or less. Except it's my sister who's the stronger one, and I'm the weak cowardly one. *shakes head* My sister's amazing. I'm going to be candid when I say that I'm an extremely well tempered person and almost nothing irks me. Except my sister--who somehow always manages to try my patience to the point I end up with thoughts as dark as your Molly's.

((Poor me! I'm going to end up in trouble with an angry dragon! ))

Well...I've witnessed a lot of fights, though usually due to my age (and cowardice) I managed to stay out of all of them...except one.



Anyways! On a brighter note! I wanted to tell you about my very amusing Molly Dream!

So, to begin with, Molly wasn't a dragon in my dream. Instead, he was an extremely ambitious human in his early-mid 20's. I seemed to be either homeless and living out of my car or on a roadtrip. I can't tell which though. Only that my mom was driving, since I can't--though she didn't really play any role in my dream, at least until later on.

Anyways, I don't remember a ton, but what I do was...strange and sort of funny. The landscape was pretty barren--devoid of everything except randomly placed shopping locations. Molly, being so ambitious, was working 5 separate jobs---and doing it exceedingly well with almost no strain to himself! At least, until I entered, and screwed everything up, more or less.

Basically, in the dream, my mom and I were driving down the road, and I would notice something, suggest we stop there, and I would get out (alone for some reason, she never came with me, wherever it is I went; she just opted to stay in the car the whole time ). Each time I stopped, it would be somewhere that incidentally Molly was working at (and at that time too). though I can't remember most of the details, each time without fail I managed to get him into heaps of trouble at his job (usually ending with him either comically ending up with loads of work, or being given the boot.) Of course, each time he was extremely pissed at me, in which I only smiled happily and went on my way. And this was inevitably followed by me accidentally meeting him at his next job, in which case he had to plaster on a very fake (and annoyed smile) and try to do his job again (i.e. he had to be nice to the "customer"), only for me to ruin it again.

The only incident I remember was a pretty wild strange one, even for my standards. I had entered a Best Buy and saw Molly, who was ready to kick me out just as a precaution (but of course he couldn't...). So, promising to be good, I go to check out the store and stop in the women's bathroom. For some odd reason, I decide that then was good a time as ever to take a bath, so I strip down and flood the bathroom (all in perfect cheer, mind you). Molly enters, horrified (and for some odd reason, I don't seem to care that I'm completely nude, but greet him chipperly, like Lanix might). Then his superiors enter wanting to know what's going on, of course the see me and think I'm crazy, and being the little jerk that I am in this dream, I identify myself as Molly's "buddy," which pins Molly down for the fault.

Poor Molly loses another job! I end up following him out as he grumpily makes his way to his car, and my mom stops us. Here, my mom starts harrassing poor Molly with an onslaught of embarrassing questions, mostly asking if he's my boyfriend (and if he's not, when he is going to be) and commenting on how cute he is. (Funny, this is how my mom really is like anyways, lol).

Anyways, that's all I remember before I woke up, but I thought I ought to tell you how I'm dream-mangling your dark character. ;D