"No One Lives Forever," by Oingo Boingo

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bKSdUTV_sb0)

[Verse 1]

You worry too much

You make yourself sad

You can't change fate

But don't feel so bad

Enjoy it while you can

It's just like the weather

So quit complaining, brother

No one lives forever!

[Chorus]

Let's have a party

There's a full moon in the sky

It's the hour of the wolf

And I don't want to die

I'm so happy

Dancin' while the grim reaper

Cuts, cuts, cuts

But he can't get me

I'm as clever as can be

And I'm very quick, but don't forget

We've only got so many tricks

No one lives forever!

[Verse 2]

You think you got it rough? (Rough)

What about your darling doggy?

Ten short years

He's getting old and groggy

I don't think it's very fair

Cold, chop, low

But it's all relative, my friend

No one lives forever!

I'm an absolute music addict so there's no way I can have a singular favourite. Instead, I decided to choose a song from my fav album + singer!!

Brooklyn Baby - Lana Del Rey

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T5xcnjAG8pE

Lyrics:

[Intro]

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da

[Verse 1]

They say I'm too young to love you

I don't know what I need

They think I don't understand

The freedom land of the seventies

I think I'm too cool to know ya

You say I'm like the ice, I freeze

I'm churning out novels like

Beat poetry on amphetamines

[Pre-Chorus]

I say

I say

[Chorus]

Well, my boyfriend's in a band

He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed

I've got feathers in my hair

I get down to Beat poetry

And my jazz collection's rare

I can play most anything

I'm a Brooklyn baby

I'm a Brooklyn baby

[Post-Chorus]

Da-da-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da-da-ya-da

Pa-da-da-da-da-da-da

[Verse 2]

They say I'm too young to love you

They say I'm too dumb to sing

They judge me like a picture book

By the colors, like they forgot to read

I think we're like fire and water

I think we're like the wind and sea

You're burning up, I'm cooling down

You're up, I'm down

You're blind, I see

[Pre-Chorus]

But I'm free, ooh

I'm free

[Chorus]

Well, my boyfriend's in a band

He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed

I've got feathers in my hair

I get down to Beat poetry

And my jazz collection's rare

I can play most anything

I'm a Brooklyn baby

I'm a Brooklyn baby

[Bridge]

I'm talking 'bout my generation

I'm talking 'bout my newer nation

And if you don't like it, you can beat it

Beat it, baby

You never liked the way I said it

If you don't get it, then forget

'Cause I don't have to fucking explain it

[Chorus]

And my boyfriend's in a band

He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed

I've got feathers in my hair

I get high on hydroponic weed

And my jazz collection's rare

I get down to Beat poetry

I'm a Brooklyn baby

I'm a Brooklyn baby

[Post-Chorus]

Pa-da-pa-pa, pa-de-da

Te-de-de, da-da-ah

Ooh, oh, woah-ah

[Chorus]

Yeah, my boyfriend's pretty cool

But he's not as cool as me

'Cause I'm a Brooklyn baby

I'm a Brooklyn baby

[Outro]

Pa-da-da-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da-da, baby

Ah-ta-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da, baby

Pa-da-da-da-da-da

Pa-pa-da-pa-da, yeah

Yeah, yeah

My spotify account:

https://open.spotify.com/user/xu99nvqhuzyh5dfd2ztrdvrei?si=41d44ae4a35f4001

(A Sadness Runs Through Him - The Hoosiers https://youtu.be/MqRUDICKqL8 )

We all are being held together by threads

It's so easy for us to sever ties

What happens when we get cut off

I doubt anyone actually flies

I know you don't believe

But you held my hand to pray

You asked me to walk on a path to get better

It's too late, we went the wrong way

I can't untangle the strings

Please cut them off so I can be free

I know I can't fly, instead I'll just drop

Drown in my sorrows in the sea

Midnights make me miss you

I write, crying in my bedroom at one am, all alone

I know that he left to make the hurting stop,

but what I don't know is how the pain was never worth our love to him

It was to me.

I would've stayed forever,

because I was always comfortable with him,

even if it hurt.

And I know he doesn't think about me anymore,

but the memories of him,

of us,

still haunt me.

He haunts me when I'm happy,

surrounded by people I love.

And he haunts me when I'm all alone,

crying, missing you,

when I'm alone and spiraling,

when it's midnight again.

(Based on Midnight Rain by Taylor Swift, not exactly my favorite song, but one I've been feeling lately)

One of my favortie songs is the Fall of Gil-Galad, but Tolkien. It is part of an ancient lay of the elven king Gil-Galad, high king of both Teleri and Noldor in the second age of Middle Earth. He fell heroically fighting against Sauron in Dagor Dagorlad.

Here is how the first part goes, (the rest is unwritten far as I know:)

Gil-galad was an elven king

of him, the harpers sadly sing.

the last whose realm was fair and free

between the mountains and the sea.

His sword was long, his lance was keen.

His shining helm afar was seen!

The countless stars of heaven's field

were mirrored in his silver shield!

But long ago he rode away

and where he dweleth none can say.

For into darkness fell his star,

In Mordor where the shadows are.

My favorite version of this song is sung by Clamvadi De Profundis

Who does Keiko think she is? Really? To prompt me towards stanning two fictional teenage boys? To wait with bated breath to see how a story with a guaranteed tragic ending-- thanks dramatic irony-- will end? One of those isn't even canon, not 'real' according to Disney executives and most of the world who don't fritter away their hours on cartoons. Poor, poor people in a dark box with not even a moth hole for light.

Tangled the Series was a Disney project that continued the film, filling in the time between the initial reunion and the wedding after several times of Eugene asking and asking. Until she finally said yes. Though several fans and artists found Varian an intriguing character in his own right and wished to have addressed his character more than we did. And so came, Varian and the Seven Kingdoms. A teased spin-off series that would see Varian travel across the land to solve a mystery left behind to him by his absent Mother, perhaps finding out what happened to her so many years ago. Of course, I say teased. Then, fans took matters into their own hands, producing the work themselves. And in Tangled style Danielle Keiko Eyer provides a soundtrack that hits upon important story beats.

Closer, is the introduction of the main (and only known ship) "Varigo" which is between Varian the Alchemist; the adventurer whose steps are closely watched by antagonist Donella, and Hugo, a thief raised by the woman, planted within the group as a spy once the opportunity presents itself. Within their first meeting neither trusts the other and Hugo by this point, is simply doing a job. Further compounded by their shared pasts, having been outcasted by their kingdoms, are slow to trust and even slower to let go of any control they have of a situation. However despite their tense, clever steps to keep the other in check, even then the similarities become prevalent. They are the same type of analytical, savvy, and spurned person paranoid of who could present a betrayal.

Just listen!

Closer

https://youtu.be/8XBjpMmLibI

Closer Reprise

https://youtu.be/re3cHmet3HY

They're

Selling postcards

Of the hanging

They're painting

The passports brown

The beauty parlor

Is filled with sailors

The circus is in town

Here comes

The blind commissioner

They've got him in a trance

One hand is tied

To the tight-rope walker

The other is in his pants

And the riot squad

They're restless

They need somewhere to go

As Lady

And I look out tonight

From Desolation Row

Cinderella

She seems so easy

"It takes one to know one"

She smiles

And puts her hands

In her back pockets

Bette Davis style

And in comes Romeo

He's moaning

"You Belong to Me I Believe"

And someone says

"You're in the wrong place

My friend

You better leave"

And the only sound that's left

After the ambulances go

Is Cinderella sweeping up

On Desolation Row

Now the moon is almost hidden

The stars are beginning to hide

The fortunetelling lady

Has even taken

All her things inside

All except for Cain and Abel

And the hunchback of Notre Dame

Everybody is making love

Or else expecting rain

And the Good Samaritan

He's dressing

He's getting ready

For the show

He's going

To the carnival tonight

On Desolation Row

Now Ophelia

She's 'neath the window

For her I feel so afraid

On her twenty-second birthday

She already is an old maid

To her death

Is quite romantic

She wears an iron vest

Her profession's her religion

Her sin is her lifelessness

And though her eyes

Are fixed upon

Noah's great rainbow

She spends her time peeking

Into Desolation Row

Einstein

Disguised as Robin Hood

With his memories in a trunk

Passed this way an hour ago

With his friend

A jealous monk

He looked

So immaculately frightful

As he bummed a cigarette

Then he went off

Sniffing drainpipes

And reciting the alphabet

Now you

Would not think

To look at him

But he was famous long ago

For playing

The electric violin

On Desolation Row

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world

Inside of a leather cup

But all his sexless patients

They're trying to blow it up

Now his nurse, some local loser

She's in charge

Of the cyanide hole

And she also keeps

The cards that read

"Have Mercy on His Soul"

They all play

On penny whistles

You can hear them blow

If you lean

Your head out far enough

From Desolation Row

Across the street

They've nailed the curtains

They're getting ready

For the feast

The Phantom of the Opera

A perfect image of a priest

They're spoon feeding Casanova

To get him to feel more assured

Then they'll kill him

With self-confidence

After poisoning him with words

And the Phantom's

Shouting to skinny girls

"Get Outta Here

If You Don't Know

Casanova is just being

Punished for going

To Desolation Row"

Now at midnight all the agents

And the superhuman crew

Come out and round up everyone

That knows more than they do

Then they bring them to the factory

Where the heart-attack machine

Is strapped across their shoulders

And then the kerosene

Is brought down from the castles

By insurance men who go

Check to see

That nobody is escaping

To Desolation Row

Praise be to Nero's Neptune

The Titanic sails at dawn

And everybody's shouting

"Which Side Are You On?"

And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot

Fighting in the captain's tower

While calypso singers laugh at them

And fishermen hold flowers

Between the windows of the sea

Where lovely mermaids flow

And nobody has to think too much

About Desolation Row

Yes,

I received your letter yesterday

(About the time the door knob broke)

When you asked how I was doing

Was that some kind of joke?

All these people that you mention

Yes, I know them, they're quite lame

I had to rearrange their faces

And give them all another name

Right now I can't read too good

Don't send me no more letters no

Not unless you mail them

From Desolation Row