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.