I'll sing you a song of a time such as these, though many a year has now passed. the lessons the same but the sentiments changed. the impression it made still does last for all.
Serving his country enlist do it now, he took up his arms he would show such bravery as he took many a life of people he never would know.
sing of me, of all the men i killed. i know that this will build me up. think of me, I know that ill be brave. they all fell down that day.
well after the war, people picked up their lives, the damage was already done. while fatherless children slept under the door and woke innocent to the sun.
Please why me? i know they'd take it back. why can't they take it back? Comfort me. a child grows too fast, and now let him ask.
A small little child sits and waits for his dad, hands clutching a brown telegram. informs him his father won't be coming home. he gave up his life for his land!
Sing of me and all the men i killed. i know that this will build me up, and think of me. I know that i was brave. We all fell down that day.
'Just come into my work today, it'll be fine.' 'ok, i guess, i just think Ken has too much problems. Ill come in when you have to work.' Sounds ok to me.
It's 5:30 and I'm still not feeling like going, but i told her that I'd be there. I feel kind of bad for not leaving around three, but i don't think she sounded like she wanted me there then anyway so.
It's 6:05 and I'm just getting there. i took a shower and even quit playing video games for this. i hope shes happy. she's leaving me after all.
It's 6:10... I wonder if she's noticed me yet, ive been sitting here for awhile and she IS the waitress, o wait she's coming over. 'I thought you were coming at three?' 'Well, I thought I'd surprise you.' There's already 5 different families eating and shes the only waitress so she takes my order quickly and leaves. I hope this isn't for nothing, i really want to belong with her.
It's 6:30 and I've finished eating. i had stuffed pasta shells and root beer. i eat slowly so i can spend more time with her. maybe i should stay until she leaves and just take her home?
It's 6:50 and she is walking towards me. 'Ken's being a jerk again, and said you have to leave now.' I know i havent been a distraction to her, so why is he kicking me out. Maybe i should see what this comes to. she leaves me and 2 minutes later gives me a look. around 7 she comes back and tells me im going to get her yelled at. 'Just tell him you told me and i said im going to stay. theres nothing you can do about me not leaving. it isnt your fault.'
it's 7:15 and another worker has joined her because buisness has increased. i watch a tv thats showing in the corner. access hollywood is on. i think its one of the lamest shows on t.v. but its worth bearing to talk to her later. maybe ill get to take her all the way to her aunts house in the city. we'd get to talk then.
it's 7:23 and Ken is walking towards me. he looks around nerviously and sits in the booth across from me. 'Your a distraction for her and i think you should leave now.' 'I haven-' 'I'm not going to argue with you at all, you just need to leave.' I try to smile, i'm really not trying to offend him, and i really dont think im doing anything. im just trying to wait for her. shes important to me. 'I really don-' 'If you stay it's just going to be bad for her.' Kens gets up and leaves. I wonder if the amish people at the table over was listining to that. i guess it appeared we were friendly since i smiled. i really shouldnt worry too much about.
it's 7:28 and she comes back to e table. she is mad. shes tells me to leave. by now im feeling mad at being treated like this. im still a guest right? besides, i havent paid my check yet. I tell her to tell him it's not her fault. i tell her not to worry about me, and he should be the one getting angry. she comes back and says the same plea's five minutes later.
a half an hour passes and im ignored. i really dont mean any trouble. access hollywod ends and it is replaced by a christmas movie. i guess ill get to se half of this since she gets off of work at nine. what is keeping me content just sitting here? i guess its for her.
during the next half hour the place starts to empty. she comes out aftrer it is completley empty and tells me i embarrassed her too much. che wont accept a ride home and she's is finished with me. i just want to cry. i keep my face straight and refuse to think about it. i tell her my resolve is strong and i hold out.
it's 8:45 and her friends arrive with presents for her. her boss is happy about them. matter of fact, the other waitress takes a 5 minute break with another couple she knows across the room. what did i do wrong? is it just because im bald?
it's 8:50 and her friends are talking to themselves. she makes a comment about me not ever listining to anyone she ever cares about and i'm done. i leave... hurt. and its my fault again.
Aragorn sped on up the hill. Evry now and again he bent to the ground. Hobbits go light, and their footprints are not easy even for a Ranger to read, but not far from the top a spring crossed the path, nd in the wet earth he saw what he was seking. 'I read the signs aright,' he said to himself. 'Frodo ran to the hill-top. I wonder what he saw there? But he rturned by the same way, and went down the hill again.' Aragorn hesitated. He desired to go to the high seat himself, hoping to see there something that would guide him in his perplexities; but time was pressing. Suddenly he leaped forward, and ran to the summit, across the great flag-stones, and up the steps. Then sitting in the high seat he looked out. But the sun seemed darkened, and the world dim and remote. He turned from the North back again to North, and saw nothing save the distant hills, unless it were that far away he could see again a great bird like an eagle high in the air, descending slowly in wide cirlces down towards the earth. Even as he gazed his quick ears caught sounds in the woodlands below, on the west side of the River. He stiffened. There were cries, and among them, to his horror, he could distinguish the harsh voices of the Orcs. Then suddenly with a deep-throated call a great horn blew, and the blasts of it smote the hills and echoed in the hollows, rising in a mighty shout above the roarig of the falls. 'The horn of Boromir!' he cried. 'He is in need!' He sprang down the steps and away, leaping down the path. 'Alas! An ill fate is on me this day, and all that I do goes amiss. Where is Sam?' As he ran the cries became louder, but fainter now and desperately the horn was blowing. Fierce and shrill rose the yells of the Orcs, and suddenly the horn-calls ceased. Aragorn raced down the last slope, buit before he could reach the hill's foot, the sounds died away; and as he turned to the left and ran towards them they retreated, unitl at last he could hear them no more. Drawing his bright sword and crying [i]Elendil! Elendil![/i] he crashed through the trees.
A mile, maybe,from Parth Galen in a little glade not far from the lake he found Boromir. He was sitting with his back to a great tree, as if he was resting. But Aragorn saw that he was pierced with many black-feathered arrows; his sword was still in his hand, but it was broken near the hilt; his horn cloven in two was at his side. Many Orcs lay slain, piled all about him and at his feet. Aragorn knelt beside him. Boromir opened his eyes and strove to speak. At last slow words came. 'I tried to take the ring from Frodo,' he said. 'I am sorry. I have paid.' His glance strayed to his fallen enemies; twenty at least lay there. 'They have gone: the Halflings: the Orcs have taken them. I think they are not dead. Orcs bound them.' He paused and his eyes closed wearily. After a moment he spoke again. 'Farewell, Aragorn! Go to Minas Tirith and save my people! I have failed.' 'No!' said Aragorn, taking his hand and kissing his brow. 'You have conquered. Few have gained such a bravery. Be at peace! Minas Tirith shall not fall!' Boromir smiled. 'Which way did they go? Was Frodo there?' said Aragorn. But Moromir did not speak again. 'Alas!' said Aragorn. 'Thus passes the heir of Denethor, Lord of the Tower of the Guard! This is a bitter end. Now the company is all in ruin. It is I that have failed. Vain was Gandalf's trust in me. What shall I do now? Boromir has laid it on me to go to Minas Tirith, and my heart desires it; but where ar the Ring and the Bearer? How shall I find them and save the Quest from disaster?' He knelt for a while, bent with weeping, still clasping Boromir's hand. So it was that Legolas and Gimli found him. The came from the western slopes of the hill, silently, creeping through the trees as if they were hunting. Gimli had his axe in hand, and Legolas his long knife: all his arrows were spent. When they came into the glade they halted in amazement; and then they stood a moment with heads bowed in grief, for it seemed to them plain what had happand. 'Alas!' said Legolas, coming to Aragorn's side. 'We have hunted and slain Orcs in the woods, but we should have been of more use here. We came when we heard the horn-but too late, i seems. I fear you have taken deadly hurt.' 'Boromir is dead,' said Aragorn. 'I am unscathed, for I was not here with him. He fell defending the hobbits, while I was away upon the hill.' 'The hobbits!' cried Gimli. 'Where are they then Where is Frodo?' 'I do not know,' answered Aragorn wearily. 'Before he died Boromir told me tht the Orcs had bound them; he did not think that they were dead. I sent him to follow Merry and Pippin; but I did not ask him if Frodo and Sam were with him: not until it was too late. All that I have done today has gona amiss. What is to be done now?' 'First we must tend to the fallen,' said Legolas. 'We cannot leave him lying like carrion among these foul Orcs.' 'But we must be swift,' said Gimli. 'He would not wish us to linger. We must follow the Orcs, if there is hope that any of our Company are living prisoners.' 'But we do not know whether the Ring-bearer is with them or not.' said Aragorn. 'Are we to abandon him? Must we not seek him first? An evil choice is now before us!' 'Then let us do first what we must do.' said Legolas. 'We have not the time or the tools to bury our comrade fitly, or to raise a mound over him. A cairn we might build.' 'The labour would be hard and long: there are no stones that we could use nearer than the water-side,' said Gimli. 'Then let us lay him in a boat with his weapons, and the weapons of his vanquished foes,' said Aragorn. 'We will send him to the Falls of Rauros and give him to the Anduin. The River of Gondor will take care at least that no evil creature dishonours his bones.'
Follow the crowd and love everybody now. 'Cuz love is the best thing for you now. If you change your mind, then you let everybody down. But down is the best place for you. Its easier that way. You know it's so wrong, cant embrace it wish sometimes for any other you. But you can't erase it , and you wont escape it. but don't waste your time. your words only confine you to all of the thing you bury now. but dont ask them why, their wisdom will leave you blind. but blind is the best place for you. its easier i know. you know its so wrong. cant embrace it, wish sometimes for any othere you. but you cant erase it, and you wont escape it. how long will you face it til the weight comes crashing down on you? you can't erase it, and you won't escape it. no, you can't erase it, and you won't escape it.
Modernization of Odysseus’ trip to Circe’s house in the Odyssey by: Aric Welch
Characters: Otis- brother of U -Loc, returning home from vacation U -Loc- brother of Otis, returning home from vacation Cris- mysterious helper Herb- fleet of foot cop with all the news Narrator 1- regular, non-dramatic Narrator 2- slow, monotonic
Scene l The scene opens with Otis and U -Loc in their vehicle.
NARRATOR 1: Otis and U -Loc are driving in a car through an ordinary neighborhood in a regular city on a not so busy road. OTIS: We so close to home, man, I can feel it. U -LOC: I hear that! (They are interrupted by a loud sound from their car.) OTIS: Something’s up in the hood. U -LOC: Check that shizzle out. (They get out and check the hood out.) OTIS: This looks pretty bad. See if you can’t find some digits while I look at this junk. U -LOC: A’ight. (U-loc picks up a phone book from the ground and drops it.) OTIS: What are you messing around for? And where did you get that? U -LOC: Sorry, I just found it lying here, but check this:(Reading) Be ya without Manley? yo cyar be needin’ a fixin’? Come flex in me gates where I gots mad ends to lend! -Cris OTIS: (confused) Cris? U -LOC: Word. (Even more confused) I ain’t gettin it though. OTIS: I think it says she’s got cash. U -LOC: Oh....(re-reading)Oh yea, I see that now. I’ll check this shizzle out and check you after. OTIS: Cool, peace.(U -Loc exits) STOP Scene ll Same scene as before, but thirty minutes later. U -Loc staggers on stage.
NARRATOR 1: U -Loc returns after thirty minutes. OTIS: What’s Crack-a-lackin’? U -LOC: (stumbling) Nothing. (Sits next to Otis) What’s up wit’ you? OTIS: What you mean, “What’s up wit’ you?”? What happened at the lady’s house? U -LOC: (honestly confused) Lady’s house? What you talking about, Oats?? (holding his head) My head is real sore. OTIS: Cris, man, Cris. What that woman do to you? U -LOC: Cris..... (thinks for a minute) Oh, the woman wit’ the cash! (Remembering) Yea, man, that joint is mad whack, yo. When I got there all these mad bad gangsta’s flashin’ they gats were chillin’ round her doe. Scared me senseless, so I hid round they space. They became real friendly though. Turns out they got mad good noses. They brought me out and handed me some money after I fronted of course. OTIS: So you got the dough? U -LOC: Well, I would’ve, but this fog rose up and I got all confused. Next thing I know I’m walking back here empty pockets. (Looking behind him) They skeefed my bag wit all the cookery in it too! OTIS: (angrily) Looks like they got yo’ hat too. U -LOC: (feels his head) We got robbed, yo! (Otis pulls out his gun) OTIS: (getting angrier by the second) I got my gat out now! ‘Bouts to roast me some thieves! (Otis runs off stage) U -LOC: (calling after Otis) Be careful, they huge! STOP Scene lll different sidewalk of the same city. Herb is center stage.
NARRATOR 2: Otis is running so fast that he doesn’t notice Herb, a cop who has been waiting for him. (Otis runs into Herb) HERB: Woah, back that thing up. OTIS: Sorry, I just got to fry... I mean, meet wit’ some peeps. HERB: It’s OK, I know where you’re going. OTIS: What? HERB: I know where you’re going. I just have a message for you. A message from a higher power. You have people looking out for you, you know? OTIS: (Taken aback) Word? (Herb nods his head, there’s a slight pause as Otis thinks) A’ight, so what you got for me? HERB: A message: beware of the fumes that come off of her flowers. They penetrate your sensibility and leave you a buffoon. Who knows what Cris would do with you when she’s in control of you OTIS: That’s mad whack. You know any way to toss that? HERB: I do. (Pulls out a mask) Use this mask, and her weapons will not affect you. OTIS: (takes the mask) Thanks, dog. What’s her beef anyway? HERB: Well, she’s actually a nice person. She just has a problem with other people having their own stuff. She’s a kleptomaniac, you know? OTIS: Sounds freaky. Well, sorry I can’t chat, I really gotsta jet. (Otis exits stage.) STOP Scene lV The inside of Cris’ house is cluttered with many pots with flowers in them. Cris is center stage. NARRATOR 1: Otis finally gets to Cris’ house. (Otis appears to be struggling as he closes Cris’ door.) OTIS: (struggling) I don’t need your cash! Back up off me! (Finally closes the door and turns around) You Cris? CRIS: I be Cris. Why be ye here? Just then Otis takes a step back as if hit. OTIS: (confused) What the...? Oh right. (Pulls out gas mask and puts it on) You mad crazy. CRIS: Wa ya be needin that for, bwoy? The atmosphere is good here. All fruits ripe. OTIS: It’s ripe when I say it’s ripe, woman. (Otis walks over and opens a window then removes his mask.) CRIS: Ooo, an evil breeze be blowin through here, child. A mighty evil spirit. (Cris walks towards the window. Otis points his gun in her direction.) OTIS: (raises his voice authoritatively) You touch that window I blast you, foo’! You know what this is? You best recognize. CRIS: (backs off and waves her hands) Peace, peace. I mean no harm. I think it just got a whole lot warmer. OTIS: That’s right, back up. Now, give up my junk you stoled, witch. CRIS: What do you mean, child? (looks confused) I don’t have anything that belongs to you? OTIS: The junk you ripped off of U -Loc after you confused him up. (Picks up a pot) this junk, woman! What’s your deal? (Otis’ rage builds and he points the gun purposefully at Cris.) CRIS: Woah, woah. I’m sorry! Who are you that you need to trouble me? I’m not tryin to hurt ya. A wer ya be from? OTIS: (prideful) The windy city. CRIS: Ah, you must be Otis, the man that got smart off his oats, they say. A grave evil for me pulling wool over your eyes, it is! The gods appeared before me before you arrived and told me you were coming. It was weird, though, one of the gods looked like a bald head. Why don’t you and your badda stay in me gates awhile? OTIS: How I know if I can trust you? CRIS: T’ink bout it while you take a bath. I’ll cook a dinner for you an send someone after your badda. You can discuss it over dinner. We’ll send priors and ask the gods for guidance. OTIS: A’ight, just keep your pots out the bathroom. (Otis walks off stage.) STOP Scene V Stage is set with food at center. Cris is already seated next to U -Loc. Otis enters wearing a bath robe. OTIS: Looks good, looks good. (Sits at table) Wait, before we eat, I gotta see my pots are cool. CRIS: Look pon my table, child. (Otis surveys the table noticing many pots that are holding food once belonged to him.) OTIS: (horrified) You used the pots to cook after you had your flowers up in them less than an hour ago? CRIS: Don you worry, you won’t find a spot of dirt in them, I have quashi in the kitchen to scrub my dishes. (Otis and U -Loc both open their mouths to ask something but are interrupted by a sudden knock on the door. Before anyone stands up, it opens.) HERB: Hey, honey, I’m home. What’s for dinner? CRIS: Ah, my god has returned! (Otis and U-Loc’s mouths stay open, now in surprise.) OTIS: What the...? You in this scheme too? HERB: Scheme? No, I told you, this is a nice place. You should stay awhile. (Herb walks over and sits at the table.) U -LOC: This whole thing is freaking me out, man. We should raise up outty. OTIS: This is one messed up shack you got up in here. But I think I’m feeling it. CRIS: (smiling) That’s good my child. I want you to stay as long as you would like. OTIS: If we crash here, you teach us how to grow that wacky flower? CRIS: Anything you want child. STOP
