Once More With Feeling
POSTED BY: RiveR6213
UPDATED: Friday, June 30, 2006 16:24
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I saw an episode of BTVS called "Once More with Feeling" It was a very good episode that caught me off guard. It was very clever I thought. Everyone was doing their own thing in the show and suddenly they burst out in song about their lives. It was like a Broadway musical, and that got me to thinking about this forum, so I decided to start a thread...this should be fun, or I'm more brain-damaged than I thought.
I'm not very good at writing songs so I found a song that would fit me in this current reality. I stole this one from the Evita movie called "Another Suitcase in Another Hall" I changed a few things, but it fits my current state of mind. And feel free to add your songs to it. The whole point is that this is sort of like a talk story, but it isn’t. The songs are about you...they just have to meld into each other.
I hope you all join in on our 1st and most likely last Fireflyfan.net musical...well, here I go...
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FireflyFan.net Presents:
ALL TOGETHER NOW, JUST A LITTLE LOUDER
From the boyz down at ID
*May 27th 2009*
21:00
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THE END fades to black on the theater screen. The movie ends and Glenda gets up along with the rest of the audience and makes way for the exits of the movie theater. Night has fallen while they were all inside. Glenda follows the crowd out of the theater walking very slowly. She's not thinking about the movie she just watched, she's thinking about empty homes with empty halls and no more Firefly or Buffy and she wonders why is it that all good thinks have to end.
She goes to her hotel room. Fires up her computer and logs onto the Fireflyfan.net site. Sits down and decides to pour herself a drink. She reaches for the bottle, and then stops...
[Glenda]
I don't expect my love affairs to last for long
Never fooled myself that my dreams will come true
Being used to trouble I anticipate it
But all the same I hate it, wouldn't you?
[Glenda:] So what happens now?
[Mal:] Another suitcase in another hall
[Glenda:] So what happens now?
[Mal:] Take your picture off another wall
[Glenda:] Where am I going to?
[Mal:] You'll get by, you always have before
[Glenda:] Where am I going to?
[Glenda:]
Time and time again I've said that I don't care
That I'm immune to gloom, that I'm hard through and through
But every time it matters all my words desert me
So anyone can hurt me, and they do
[Glenda:] Call in three months time and I'll be fine, I know
Well maybe not that fine, but I'll survive anyhow
I won't recall the names and places of each sad occasion
But that's no consolation here and now.
[Glenda:] So what happens now?
[Mal:] Another suitcase in another hall
[Glenda:] So what happens now?
[Mal:] Take your picture off another wall
[Glenda:] Where am I going to?
[Mal:] You'll get by, you always have before
[Glenda:] Where am I going to?
[Mal:]
Don't ask anymore.
*The screen fades to black*
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Okay, I’ll play along with this seeing that I’m bored. My fair lady comes to mind and don’t ask me why.
In the same hotel sits a bothered, trouble man, but not troubled in the way you would expect. He’s troubled with thoughts, thoughts of love. He puts on his coat and hat, and leaves the hotel. Walking down the street he passes two young people walking hand in hand. “Mighty fine night” he says to them as they pass. He stops and looks at the young lovers continuing about their journey. Hands in pocket he continues on his way with a happy look on his face…
I have often walked down this street before;
But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before.
All at once am I Several stories high.
Knowing I'm on the street where you live.
Are there lilac trees in the heart of town?
Can you hear a lark in any other part of town?
Does enchantment pour Out of ev'ry door?
No, it's just on the street where you live!
And oh! The towering feeling
Just to know somehow you are near.
The overpowering feeling
That any second you may suddenly appear!
People stop and stare. They don't bother me.
For there's no where else on earth that I would rather be.
Let the time go by, I won't care if I
Can be here on the street where you live.
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I'll have to check out this Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Sounds like a funny episode. Well here's my contribution. A Blondie song called 'Dreaming'
Sisterbettyx watches the old man pass the cafe muttering to himself as he walks about his business. She has her 6th cup of coffee and thinks about going home, but she is preoccupid with the thoughts of an old friend long gone...
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When I met you in the restaurant
You could tell I was no debutante
You asked me what's my pleasure
A movie or a measure?
I'll have a cup of tea and tell you of my dreaming
Dreaming is free
I don't want to live on charity
Pleasure's real or is it fantasy?
Reel to reel is living rarity
People stop and stare at me We just walk on by - we just keep on dreaming
Feet feet, walking a two mile
Meet meet, meet me at the turnstile
I never met him, I'll never forget him
Dream dream, even for a little while
Dream dream, filling up an idle hour
Fade away, radiate
I sit by and watch the river flow
I sit by and watch the traffic go
Imagine something of your very own
Something you can have and hold
I'd build a road in gold just to have some dreaming
Dreaming is free
Dreaming
Dreaming is free
Dreaming
Dreaming is free
“I don’t know. This here’s a spectacle might warrant a moment’s consideration.”
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Am I Talking to Glenda?
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Quote:
Originally posted by 22Claws:
Am I Talking to Glenda?
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What?
Hey!?! We are having a musical here!!!! Back off sonny!!! The show must go on!!!
More stolen lyrics from Evita...
[Alliance Social Class:]
Thus all fairy stories end
Only an actress would pretend
Affairs of state are her latest play
Eight shows a week, two matinees
My how the worm begins to turn
When will the chorus girl ever learn?
My how the worm begins to turn
When will the chorus girl ever learn?
[Glenda:]
The chorus girl hasn't learned the lines you'd like to hear
She won't go scrambling over the backs of the poor to be accepted
By making donations just large enough to the correct charity
She won't be president of your wonderful societies of philanthropy
Even if you asked her to be
As you should have asked her to be
The actress hasn't learned the lines you'd like to hear
She won't join your clubs, she won't dance in your halls
She won't help the hungry once a month at your tombolas
She'll simply take control as you disappear
[Mal:]
Forgive my intrusion, but fine as those sentiments sound
Little has changed for us peasants down here on the ground
I hate to sound childish, ungrateful, I don't like to moan
But do you now represent anyone's cause but your own?
[Glenda:]
Everything done will be justified by my foundation...
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Ooo...sounds like fun...I think this song is feeling like me at this point...It's 'Saturday' by Fall Out Boy.
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Ashley sits in the lobby of the hotel, reading her Serenity novelization and 'Grand Theft Autumn' blaring in her earbuds. She puts the book down and sighs. Already 16 and feeling like she hasn't truly lived. Too many wasted Saturdays... She marks her book and rips out her earbuds as 'Grand Theft Autumn' ends...
[Ashley:]
I'm good to go
And I'm going nowhere fast
It could be worse
It could be taking you there with me
I'm good to go
But it looks like I'm still on my own
I'm good to go
For something golden
Though the motions I've been going through have failed
And I'm coasting on potential towards a wall
At a 100 miles an hour
When I say
Two more weeks
My foot is in the door (yeah)
I can't sleep
In the wake of Saturday (Saturday)
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Pete and I attacked the laws of Astoria*
with promise and precision and mess of youthful innocence
And I read about the afterlife
But I never really lived more than an hour (more than an hour)
When I say
Two more weeks
My foot is in the door (yeah)
I can't sleep
In the wake of Saturday (Saturday)
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
And I read about the afterlife
But I never really lived
And I read about the afterlife
But I never really lived
Two more weeks
My foot is in the door
Me and Pete
In the wake of Saturday
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
Saturday
"Well next time you be the bait!"~Andy Hurley
"Okay! Everybody not talking about sex, in here. Everybody else, elsewhere."~Wash
Browncoats are the coolest fans I've ever seen.
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Glenda returns to her hotel and she gets on the computer and logs back into the Fireflyfan.net site.
Reading some of the posts she gets a good laugh at some of the clever people. "Always a good night on this site" she thinks. Remembering that she had to make a call to someone, she looks in her purse for the number....a photo falls out of a person she once knew and called friend. Picking up the photo, and looking at it, Glenda begins to remember. She remembers what it was like to have a friend...
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Ben, the two of us need look no more
We both found what we were looking for
With a friend to call my own
I'll never be alone
And you my friend will see
You've got a friend in me
(You've got a friend in me)
Ben, you're always running here and there
You feel you're not wanted anywhere
If you ever look behind
And don't like what you find
There's something you should know
You've got a place to go
(You've got a place to go)
I used to say, 'I' and 'me'
Now its 'us', now its 'we'
(I used to say, 'I' and 'me')
(Now its 'us', now its 'we')
Ben, most people would turn you away
I don't listen to a word they say
They don't see you as I do
I wish they would try to
I'm sure they'd think again
If they had a friend like Ben
(A friend)
Like Ben
(Like Ben)
Like Ben.
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Glenda wipes the tears from her face and places the photo back into her purse...
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*Intermission music*
River6213 climbs up the stairs to the stage with her old guitar, and with a look of determination in her eyes she begins to play...
Take my love, take my land
Take me where I cannot stand
I don't care, I'm still free
You can't take the sky from me
Take me out to the black
Tell them I ain't comin' back
Burn the land and boil the sea
You can't take the sky from me
There's no place I can be
Since I found Serenity
But you can't take the sky from me...
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I love Once More with Feeling! Definitely my favourite episode ever.
Not sure if it's playing the game correctly, but for summing up my state of mind, I'd have to go with one from the episode itself:
Every single night the same arrangement
I go out and fight the fight
Still I always feel this strange estrangement
Nothing here is real, nothing here is right.
Going through the motions... etc
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