Kure - singing
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Snippet 132: S0ngD0g13
"Seriously, Turkey? We're really doing this?" asked Jaw, glaring at the stage half-heartedly, or, Zuikaku thought, at the Japanese sailor on that stage who was thoroughly butchering Honky-Tonk Women.
"You lost the bet; this is the price. Now pick a song and go sing."
Jaw grumbled a bit more, grumped that she'd probably get them both brought up on war-crimes charges for 'inflicting his singing on innocents', and went to take his spot in the karaoke lineup at the E-Club.
When his turn came, Jaw sighed and nodded, and the song started playing. He drew a breath and sang, the microphone letting his voice, roughened by emotion, carry through the room.
"Well I wish I was in Austin, mm-hmm,
In the Chilly Parlor Bar,
Drinkin' Mad-Dog Margaritas
And not carin' where you are;
Oh but here I sit in Dublin, mm-hmm,
Just rollin' cigarettes,
Holdin' back and chokin' back
The shakes with every breath.
So forgive me all my anger,
And forgive me all my faults,
But there's no need to forgive me
For thinkin' what I thought;
I loved you from the get-go
And I'll love you till I die,
And Ioved you on the Spanish Steps
The day you said goodbye..."
Zui was stunned silent; Kaylee had joked about how Jaw hated to sing, and Jaw himself never spoke highly of his singing voice, but from where she stood her boyfriend was actually damned-good. She was so caught up in her musing that she missed the entire second verse and chorus...
"I have been to Fort Worth, mm-hmm,
And I have been to Spain;
And I have been too proud
To come in out of the rain.
I have seen the David, mm-hmm;
Seen the Mona Lisa too,
And I have heard Doc Watson
Play 'Columbus Stockade Blues'.
So forgive me all my anger,
And forgive me all my faults,
But there's no need to forgive me
For thinkin' what I thought;
I loved you from the get-go
And I'll love you till I die,
And Ioved you on the Spanish Steps
The day you said goodbye..."
.....................................................
Back at the McAmis household, Houshou was washing dishes and listening as James sang a Billy Joe Shaver song while weeding the small vegetable patch by the back door.
"White Lightnin' is the horse I ride,
Pedal to the floor;
He blows hot from his nostrils
And he runs like Man o' War.
Someday we may both wind up
In some junkyard on the side,
But till that day you bet your ass
We're gonna win that ride.
It's hard to be an outlaw
Who ain't wanted anymore;
And the only friends that's left
Is them behind that swingin' door.
It's hard to keep your try up
When your back is to the floor;
It's hard to be an outlaw,
Who ain't wanted anymore...
Some super stars nowadays
get too far off the ground,
Singing 'bout the backroads
They never have been down;
They go and call it country,
But that ain't the way it sounds;
It's enough to make a renegade
Want to terrorize the town!
It's hard to be an outlaw
Who ain't wanted anymore;
And the only friends that's left
Is them behind that swingin' door.
It's hard to keep your try up
When your back is to the floor;
It's hard to be an outlaw,
Who ain't wanted anymore..."
Houshou stepped outside, drying her hands, and kissed James lightly on the lips as he stood. "I'll always want you, Outlaw..." she whispered in his ear as they went back inside...
..................................................
Deep in the woods on-base, though far from prying eyes, Charlotte curled up with a gift she'd gotten in Scotland from one of the young Acromantula there, and sang gently...
"Speed bonny boat like a bird on the wing;
'Onward' the sailors cry;
Carry the lad who's born to be king,
Over the sea to Skye...
Loud the winds howl and low the waves roar;
Thunderclaps rend the air,
As baffled our foes stand by the shore;
Follow they will not dare..."
The Acromantula drifted off to sleep after finishing the song, the lullaby, that she'd learned from Kaylee, still curled protectively around her most-precious gift...
"Seriously, Turkey? We're really doing this?" asked Jaw, glaring at the stage half-heartedly, or, Zuikaku thought, at the Japanese sailor on that stage who was thoroughly butchering Honky-Tonk Women.
"You lost the bet; this is the price. Now pick a song and go sing."
Jaw grumbled a bit more, grumped that she'd probably get them both brought up on war-crimes charges for 'inflicting his singing on innocents', and went to take his spot in the karaoke lineup at the E-Club.
When his turn came, Jaw sighed and nodded, and the song started playing. He drew a breath and sang, the microphone letting his voice, roughened by emotion, carry through the room.
"Well I wish I was in Austin, mm-hmm,
In the Chilly Parlor Bar,
Drinkin' Mad-Dog Margaritas
And not carin' where you are;
Oh but here I sit in Dublin, mm-hmm,
Just rollin' cigarettes,
Holdin' back and chokin' back
The shakes with every breath.
So forgive me all my anger,
And forgive me all my faults,
But there's no need to forgive me
For thinkin' what I thought;
I loved you from the get-go
And I'll love you till I die,
And Ioved you on the Spanish Steps
The day you said goodbye..."
Zui was stunned silent; Kaylee had joked about how Jaw hated to sing, and Jaw himself never spoke highly of his singing voice, but from where she stood her boyfriend was actually damned-good. She was so caught up in her musing that she missed the entire second verse and chorus...
"I have been to Fort Worth, mm-hmm,
And I have been to Spain;
And I have been too proud
To come in out of the rain.
I have seen the David, mm-hmm;
Seen the Mona Lisa too,
And I have heard Doc Watson
Play 'Columbus Stockade Blues'.
So forgive me all my anger,
And forgive me all my faults,
But there's no need to forgive me
For thinkin' what I thought;
I loved you from the get-go
And I'll love you till I die,
And Ioved you on the Spanish Steps
The day you said goodbye..."
.....................................................
Back at the McAmis household, Houshou was washing dishes and listening as James sang a Billy Joe Shaver song while weeding the small vegetable patch by the back door.
"White Lightnin' is the horse I ride,
Pedal to the floor;
He blows hot from his nostrils
And he runs like Man o' War.
Someday we may both wind up
In some junkyard on the side,
But till that day you bet your ass
We're gonna win that ride.
It's hard to be an outlaw
Who ain't wanted anymore;
And the only friends that's left
Is them behind that swingin' door.
It's hard to keep your try up
When your back is to the floor;
It's hard to be an outlaw,
Who ain't wanted anymore...
Some super stars nowadays
get too far off the ground,
Singing 'bout the backroads
They never have been down;
They go and call it country,
But that ain't the way it sounds;
It's enough to make a renegade
Want to terrorize the town!
It's hard to be an outlaw
Who ain't wanted anymore;
And the only friends that's left
Is them behind that swingin' door.
It's hard to keep your try up
When your back is to the floor;
It's hard to be an outlaw,
Who ain't wanted anymore..."
Houshou stepped outside, drying her hands, and kissed James lightly on the lips as he stood. "I'll always want you, Outlaw..." she whispered in his ear as they went back inside...
..................................................
Deep in the woods on-base, though far from prying eyes, Charlotte curled up with a gift she'd gotten in Scotland from one of the young Acromantula there, and sang gently...
"Speed bonny boat like a bird on the wing;
'Onward' the sailors cry;
Carry the lad who's born to be king,
Over the sea to Skye...
Loud the winds howl and low the waves roar;
Thunderclaps rend the air,
As baffled our foes stand by the shore;
Follow they will not dare..."
The Acromantula drifted off to sleep after finishing the song, the lullaby, that she'd learned from Kaylee, still curled protectively around her most-precious gift...