Epilogue (A Wzrd Rock Song)

Harry stepped out on the platform
Looked up and spotted the train
He cast his mind back for a moment
To memories that still remain

A little boy looked out in wonder
Thought, "How could this really be true?"
Harry's eyes came back to focus
On his son and he wondered anew

(Chorus)
This is the end of the journey
This is the very last page
Go read it again
And cry at the end
We know that our story won't age

Ginny held tight to his hand and
Thought of the man that he'd become
He was older, sure, but at heart he's
The boy who was the Chosen One

Her brother and sister shared looks of love
And their children talked excitedly
Her husband shed tears of pride and joy
As he watched his family

(Bridge)
On life goes
But no one knows
What is written beyond these words

We still fight
To the delight
Of these Harry Potter nerds

Melting! or, Behold! Summer has all but arrived (a song)

The Wicked Witch of the West
Was here today
She ordered a milkshake to go

A chocolate and caramel
Swirl of fun it
Was quite the creation you know

And then as she left on her
Wicked Witch quest
Her green eyes to me she did show

(And I said)
I'm melting!
I'm melting!
My heart melts for you
Elphaba, dear don't you see?

I'm melting!
I'm melting!
My lady it's true
My heart dear, it melts just for you!

Lou dropped by for breakfast this
Halloween morn
His poison was eggs and bacon

He lounged and he joked and he
Polished his horns
And tallied up his forsaken

As his bill he did pay, his
Glasses removed
I caught his eyes and was taken

(And screamed)
I'm burning!
I'm burning!
My soul burns for you
Lou, my old chum, don't you see?

I'm burning!
I'm burning!
My devil, it's true
My soul dear, it burns just for you!

The Wicked Witch of the West
Returned just then
And scolded old Lou for his cheek

His sunnies returned to his head
And he paid
Laughing as he left this ol' creek

The witch turned to me and leaned
Forward with glee
And winked as I did catch a peek

(And we sang)
I'm melting!
I'm melting!
My heart melts for you
Dear pretty please can't you see?

I'm melting!
I'm melting!
My lady it's true
My heart dear, it melts just for you!

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The above is an example of what happens when you combine a nine hour shift in a hot, humid and not very busy cafe/restaurant with the desire to write about said cafe/restaurant. Where Elphaba came from is anyone's guess. Lou is the devil character on Guitar Hero III; I figure if he's going to take any morning off, it'll be Halloween. I'm exhausted.

Jenny (a song)

Jenny wakes up in the morning
Her heart is a-go
She dresses and looks in the mirr'r and
Says, "Yes dear, I know."

Her bus trundles by to the
Traffic's ebb and flow
She watches the people inside
As it starts to snow

She thinks about all that she is
And if all of it shows
She looks in their eyes and wonders
If anyone knows

Jenny greets and smiles wide and
Continues her work
It's tedious, timely and tough
And sends her berserk

Complaints met with smiles as she
Tries not to be a jerk
But she wonders if he really knows what
He means by 'berk'

When tea-time arrives she rejoices
And turns the page
For the rest of the night she is free
To take to the stage

All pretty and perfectly her
Yet much more sage
Again watch the world as it does
Something more than age

Jeremiah steps into the light
Through the side stage door
He throws his arms wide and he smirks as
He hears his applause

He sings and he rhymes and expounds
On his favourite cause
The performance is so convincing
It gives her pause

She thinks about all that he is
And if all of it shows
They look in his eyes and she wonders
If anyone knows

Jenny wakes up in the morning
Her heart still a-go
She yawns and she looks in the mirr'r
And smiles just so

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For the first time in a really long time, I wrote (what appears to be) the entire piano part for a song I had only the vaguest idea about. These lyrics came mostly yesterday, but the piano grabbed me and thrust me toward the keys two days ago. It was quite thrilling.

Edge of Sober (Ode to the Queer Revue After Party)

As the witching hour passes
Take this chance and fill your glasses
Friends depart and friends return
Play your part and wait your turn

Share you hearts, share your minds
Share the love and share the lies
Heartbreak, wonder, joy and tears
Darling tell me all your fears

Philosophy lines, fine dining and wines
Publicity wires and new bald tyres
At the end of the line and wattle
I've reached the bottom of my water bottle

Shout out! Get me a man
For my man, if you can
Cat get back and watch the track
If you'll make up for all you lack

Six foot and blonde and a doctor to boot
Leave me my pirates to handle the loot
Next choice not a suit, but a lawyer up North
And dream the dream, from this day forth

Is it time now for eggs, as daylight ascends?
Or wait one more moment, to pass the bends
Hold another, with a Bushell of tea
Let some pale sunlight wash over me

As the stumbles away this happy morn
Leave us not feeling any more forlorn
We'll wave goodbye today and to you
And revel in the memory of our little revue

Only one person allowed per cubicle (a song, as yet without melody)

We meet

I see your eyes
and I'm lost
I hear your voice
and I swoon
I feel your touch
and I quiver

Press against me
and speak
I feel your gaze
and I'm weak
Kiss me
and I'm yours

(chorus)
Make love to me
Tonight
Or let me stare
I want, want you
Tonight
And I don't care where

I revel in the feel
Of your hands
Against me

Tell me
How do I feel
Against you?

This fuel-soaked night
Is only
Perfect

Still my slowly racing mind
Demands it again, free
From influence
(just to be sure)

(chorus)

Days on it won't
Escape me
Yet you do

When did reality
Become so
Surreal?

Now that we Know
One another, do we
Deserve each other?

Should it even matter, when
I finally have a tale
That makes me smile?

(chorus)

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Just guess what I'm writing about here :P

I've no idea what the melody or rhythm will be, or whether it's as emotive as I'd like it to be.

Legally, the word is 'Statutory' (a song)

Chorus
Darling baby girl
Let me rock your world
You are oh so sweet to me
Let me taste you’ll love you’ll see

Verse
Dear little girl
I love, don’t you see?
Why do you place trust
In him over me?

I know that you love with
Reckless abandon
But watch what I’ll do
If he puts his hands on (you)

Ch x2
(Second time) So just give in to it please, please

Verse
How do you know him?
Does he treat you like a lady?
Age may be a number but in the end,
Numbers are all he’ll have

Don’t think I will hesitate
To knock him down a peg or two
If he thinks that he can pull that
Smooth guy crap on you

Ch x1

Bridge
It doesn’t matter how
Cute you think he is
He’s just the same as
All the other fish

So throw him back
Don’t reel him in
Don’t you forget
You’re still a kid


Darling baby girl
He will not rock your world
He might be oh so sweet right now
But does he love you anyhow (oh)

Darling baby girl
Don’t let him touch your world
He ain’t so sweet, in the end
What kind of message does that send?

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Winter greetings y'all! I bring this gift, to keep thee warm.

Firstly, I should point out that there are two characters in this piece. The main chorus is a man, who is pursuing a young girl. The rest of the song (including the last two choruses) is voiced by someone the girl knows, who is aware of the man's attentions and feels them to be less than pure (maybe even nefarious). The tale is cautionary; it questions the motives of the man and asks the girl to see beyond her initial attraction to him, or let go of the attraction altogether. It also plainly states that the main voice is uncomfortable with the situation.

On a personal note, I find myself uncomfortable when teenagers deliberately sexualise themselves. I understand that adolescence is a time of physical and emotional upheaval (I did go through it myself, and not too long ago). The feeling of being between worlds, the 'sex, drugs and rock'n'roll' attitude, the feeling of invincibility. You're allowed to call someone hot simply because you think they are. You can do all kinds of new things, seemingly without consequence. The reality is that there are consequences. Often, we learn this the hard way. People cannot always be called 'friend'. Some 'friends' are less than they seem. Some 'friends' will hurt you, in the worst ways imaginable. I fear for the teenagers I know, especially those who go out of their way to point out their burgeoning sexuality. It's unnecessary and is not a flattering advertisement of oneself. It leaves one open to all forms of attack and that attack, when it comes, will not be enjoyable. It will hurt and it will linger. We are human, after all.

We are not invincible.

Vera

She saw you
And she liked your smile
She liked your hair
She liked your voice

When your eyes
Were focused on her
Her heart, it beat
An extra mile

She knew how
To be your best friend
But she never really knew you
In the end

What if she
Were your perfect lady?
Why would you act
So very shady?

(Chorus)
Doesn't she love you?
Now you can see
Ignore her again
And then you'll be free

Light up her life
Just let her stare
Let go forev'r or
She'll burn from the glare


Another day
And another you
Walks by and
There she goes again

She's fallen
In love for
The very next time
Forgive her, it's you

She sees you
And she likes your smile
you there will make her
Swoon for a while

Leave her be
Heartbreak's not new
Nothing is special
or diff'rent about you

(Chorus)

She smiles at you
And you won't know why
She'll smile at you
'Til the day you die

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Something about this feels unfinished. And it came out simpler than I would have liked. I'm not sure I conveyed everything I wanted to here. It's about sadness; seeing someone, hoping, but ultimately knowing you'll never have them, and it still hurting when you know for sure. How cruel it is to be indifferent, or fearful of someone's love. Did I succeed?

P.S. No, I'm not feeling all depressed or anything, I just had a desire to get this out =]

Field Trip (Cromellin Research Station)

Rustic
and Musty
and Trust me
This is where you want to get lost

Flower
a Frond
and a Ficus
Nature at no little cost

Today
and Tomorrow
and Tuesday
Research or Bushwalk around

Leeches
and Lichens
and Laurels
Look out! Paranoia abounds

Kookaburra
My mother
You turkey!
Firelight for a possum's feast

Spot
Hot eyes
and a Waterfall
Beachy-o just to the East

To the
Left is an
Arboretum
Where the natives are out of place

Take one
Last tun to
The Lookout
Fix this field trip in time and space

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I had so much fun on the field trip last weekend! We walked through a few National Parks on Saturday, went spotlighting after a bbq that night and had pop-quizzes every few metres on the way to the Lookout on Sunday. By Sunday, we weren't even fazed by Murray asking, "What's this?" I'd had two bottles of cider with dinner on Saturday, so I wasn't quite as afraid of the dark as I usually am. Also, everyone had rather powerful torches. And I actually *spotted* something (an insect).

Lady

Lady
Sitting next to me tonight
Lady
I must say, you're quite a sight

I wonder where you came from
I wonder who you are
I wonder what you're wondering
And have wandered thus far

Might you be a drama queen
With your big shiny black eyes
Might you be a dancer
With your lean and strong thighs

I fear that I shall never know
And fear to know for sure
So please stay swathed in silence
And leave me just as poor

Lady
Sitting next to me tonight
Lady
Taking up my every sight

I still wonder where you're coming from
And wonder where you've been
I wonder what you're wondering
And wonder what you've seen

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This one's another song. The structure is whack, nothing like the written structure, I don't actually know what I'm calling the chorus or whatever. I started writing it in class one day (because that's how riveting this lecturer was; at least, I was bored with being told how wrong you can be) and finished writing it in another lecture (see previous parentheses).

Cliche`

Gossiping Gossipers Gossip
And Gossips are all the same

Girls are a cat and a kitten
And chit and chat for the fame

Mothers talk up a drink and their kids
Disparaging all but their own

Boys are a pose and a poser
And have knowledge of all that is known

Fathers rub dub and robust
With discussion around a hearse

All in all we are finicky folk
Ruling the universe

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I seem to be inspired whenever there's a ballroom competition. I find myself becoming more and more disillusioned with the politicking and the sniping and the gossiping that goes on, even outside of competition. It's never really hit me just what parents (especially mothers) are capable of, when it comes to their children's success. My parents have always been more concerned with teaching my brother and I to fight our own battles, and I feel it's been worthwhile, particularly as there are many areas of my life where my parents have absolutely no influence. Like ballroom. I am the dancer and I am involved with the club and I have to take responsibility for my participation in the sport. This means the onus is on me to get up and dance; other people have their mothers to remind them (and often, yell at them). To a certain extent, I feel this makes me a better competitor, if I stuff up, I have no one to blame but myself. Again, unlike others, who can blame their partner for not practising enough (when really, they continually fend off their partner's suggestion of practise) or their parents (when their parents are moving mountains and oceans so have a chance at success) or the judges (stuck up old men, usually) or whomever chooses the music (it's all wrong, you can't dance to that!).

So while you might say that the above poem is too harsh and does not accurately represent your stereotypical view of people, those stereotypes do exist. The only way we can prove this poem wrong is by active non-conformance to said stereotypes and by not expecting others to conform.

The Shrieking Shack

There is a house in Hogsmeade town
They call the Shrieking Shack
(and) It's been the ruin, of many a poor boy
Their stories I here tell back

My name is RJ Lupin
I am a Wolfsman's son
My monthly home for 7 long years
When disappeared the sun

The village is still wary
Of the house upon the hill
After 7 years of torture there
It still gives me a chill

My name is Mr Black
I lived there for a time
And only Crookshanks knew me
For he could ring my chime

My godson came to visit
I told him my story
And after the flight of Wormtail
I said I was sorry

And I, the last to speak here
My name: Severus Snape
This Shack, it was my downfall
Death came in his black cape

The Dark Lord, he did summon
Me here to his side
The battle raged at Hogwarts
But here is where I died

There is a house in Hogsmeade town
Today we have gone back
Remember those whose ruin
Lays in the Shrieking Shack

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Yay! A song without parentheses in the title!

I do have a few other covers floating around in my mind, all yet to be written.

Endless Summer (Song of the Ghost, Part I)

These quiet hallways
Seem so endless,
Dust on ev'ry sill

Unbroken sunlight
Streams through windows,
Bask and have your fill

A few physical
Bodies present,
More is there the Ghost

Disturb ye not now
The Teachers,
Spirits raise a toast

(Chorus)
This is the summer of the endless life
The summer of the Ghost
This is the summer of the endless life
The summer of the Ghost

Meet in the dungeon
Ye revellers,
Oh so strong and hardy

Putrid fish for all
And music,
Let's make it a party!

(Chorus)

(Guitar solo?)

(Bridge)
These two months won't last forever
They will come again
We the Ghosts do have forever
Outlast the Age of Men

These two months of peace we claim
Without students to mock
In these two months that do remain
We come and we shall rock!

(Chorus)x2

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This is the anthemic/giant pop! number. Drums and guitars and clapping and cheering and loudloudloud singing and passion. And Ghosts.

Helena and the Baron (a love song)

A WzrdRock song

Follow me darkly
and quietly
Into the woods
and beyond

This dream appears
so beautifully
At last and you
defend

Imprint me forever
by your side
To watch and wait
and wend

Return to chilly
Hogwarts
Where another
lifetime ends


Carry me quickly
and quietly
Over the threshold
and on

Be mine across
this Highland
Be you and mine
anon

Revelry parts none
as avarice
Jealousy lingers
on

The strong are staid
and stalwart
The weak be
poised to run


Bury me deeply
and quietly
Into the earth
and above

Terror before
and tower
Bloody and more
the dove

Anguish gives none
to loss
Grief fits like
a glove

Bloody my heart
forever
And I be yours
my Love


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This one is quite possibly my favourite, so far. It is a piano song, and I tend to get a little carried away when playing.

Choir Desperado (featuring Sir Nick)

A WzrdRock song

Hey hey hey
I'll say say say
That beheading crim'nal folk
Is not the way way way

I know that ain't a reason
For you to go appeasing
It is that timely season
To feel a bit like treason (but)

(Chorus)
Forty-five blows
With a blunt axe shows
That you cannot trust a murderer
To murder on cue

Hey hey hey
I say say say
We need to question conviction
Today day day

We shall raise a mighty chorus
Even though you may deplore us
Don't be a brontosaurus
We will cheer and you will hear us ('cause)

(Chorus)

It was so very long ago
But my beheading, it does show
That Medieval foolishness
Will simply not impress

(I am) A patron of the Virtue
Courage, Pride and Love
And while my death was long, not painless
It forever will extol this

Take heart my fellow magic folk
While I carry on my painful yoke
Rebellious fires we doth stoke
To give evil a great big poke!

(Chorus)

How do I love Thee? (unfinished?)

Love, love, love
I see you struttin'
through the door
and I say
Hey, hey, hey
When you infect me
just once more

It's not quite fair
When I don't
Even exist in
Your eyes

(Chorus)
Look my lovely
I am begging for
(and oh) Speak my honey
We could take much more
(and oh!) Love my baby
Or walk back out the door

Flash, flash, flash
That long
red hair
and
Push, push, push
Me to see
you there

Harden your eyes and
Harden your stride
Bby br <= me, unable to decode my shorthand. ideas?

There's no such thing
As Heaven sent
This is just a
Coincidence

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My muse here was a woman with red hair who walked past. I think my attention was diverted before I could write anymore and by the time I got back to it, she was gone. Not entirely, that is, but just enough that I haven't added anything to this.