A musical challenge

[jeanvieve]

So from someone else's journal entries, I was challenged to pick a band and answer the following questions with snippets of lyrics that made them true for me. Have fun doing the same.

1. Are you male or female?
2. Describe yourself:
3. How do they feel about you?
4. How do you feel about yourself?
5. Describe your girlfriend/boyfriend?
6. What would you rather be doing?
7. Describe where you live.
8. Describe how you love.
9. Share a few words of wisdom.

Well, tricky. I picked Tull to use.

1. Are you male or female?
In the half toned light of the young morning
She sighs as she stirs on her pillow
And across her face dancing, the first shadows fly
To kiss my pussywillow

2. Describe yourself
A singer of these ageless times
With kitchen prose and gutter rhymes

I'm a kite on a silver thread.
Daring lightning to strike me dead.

Like the Kipling cat, I walk alone -
Never inviting trouble, never casting the stone.


3. How do they feel about you? (Friends? Exes? eh, averaging it out, maybe...)
I once met a girl with the life in her hands
and we lay together on the summerday sands.
I gave her my raincoat and told her, "Lady, be good!''
And we made truth together, where no one else would.
I smiled through her fingers and ran the dust through her hands,
the hour-glass of reason on the summerday sands.

4. How do you feel about yourself?
There's no double-lock defense; there's no chain on my door.
I'm available for consultation,
But remember your way in is also my way out,
and love's four-letter word is no compensation.

In her fairy tale world she's a lost soul singing
In a sad voice nobody hears


5. Describe your boyfriend? (I'm taking this to mean ideal here, being single)
Won't you have my company, yes, take it in your hands.
Go down on velvet green, with a country man.
Who's a young girls fancy and an old maid's dream.
Tell your mother that you walked all night on velvet green.
One dusky half-hour's ride up to the north.
There lies your reputation and all that you're worth.
Where the scent of wild roses turns the milk to cream.
Tell your mother that you walked all night on velvet green.
And the long grass blows in the evening cool.
And August's rare delight may be April's fool.
But think not of that, my love,
I'm tight against the seam.
And I'm growing up to meet you down on velvet green.

or if I've grown up, who might be nice:

All kinds of sadness I've left behind me.
Many's the day when I have done wrong.
But I'll be yours for ever and ever.
Climb in the saddle and whistle along.

Deep red are the sun-sets in mystical places.
Black are the nights on summer-day sands.
We'll find the speck of truth in each riddle.
Hold the first grain of love in our hands.

6. What would you rather be doing?
Jump up, look around,
find yourself some fun,
no sense in sitting there hating everyone.
No man's an island and his castle isn't home,
the nest is for nothing when the bird has flown.''

7. Describe where you live.
Walking through forests of palm tree apartments
scoff at the monkeys who live in their dark tents
down by the waterhole, drunk every Friday,
eating their nuts saving their raisins for Sunday.


8. Describe how you love.
I believe in fires at midnight when the dogs have all been fed.
A golden toddy on the mantle a broken gun beneath the bed.
Silken mist outside the window. Frogs and newts slip in the dark
too much hurry ruins the body. I'll sit easy … fan the spark
kindled by the dying embers of another working day.
Go upstairs … take off your makeup fold your clothes neatly away.
Me, I'll sit and write this love song as I all too seldom do
build a little fire this midnight. It's good to be back home with you.

or sometimes:
sat high upon a throne of finest English leather.
The queen of all the pack, this joker raised his hat and talked about the weather.
All should be warned about this high born Hunting Girl.
She took this simple man's downfall in hand; I raised the flag that she unfurled.
Boot leather flashing and spurnecks the size of my thumb.
This highborn hunter had tastes as strange as they come.
Unbridled passion: I took the bit in my teeth.

9. Share a few words of wisdom.
As the verses unfold and your soul suffers the long day
and the twelve o'clock gloom spins the room, you struggle on your way,
well, don't you sigh, don't you cry, lick the dust from your eye.
We'll meet in the sweet light of dawn.
As the Baker Street train spills your pain all over your new dress
And the symphony sounds underground puts you under duress,
Well, don't you squeal as the heel grinds you under the weels.
Life's a long song, life's a long song, life's a long song,
But the tune ends too soon for us all.

Comments

[d-mon-chick.livejournal.com]

lovely lyric choices