I don't have a survey so this will be short with sing-along time afterwards.

I am getting into the last month of school so all of my classes are wrapping up and trying to have an exam on the same day. Go them. There is no big thing going on this weekend but the title is fun. I get to do some capoeira this weekend and catch up on sleep. The capoeira will be fun. The sleeping will be... sleep inducing. Woot. I need to do something relaxing so I don't spear someone with a loon... Swimming is nice when they keep the calender correct. Screaming children are so annoying, even when they can swim.

This song is a reflection of nothing, I just enjoy it.

Go watch Repo!The Genetic Opera

Now

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Blind Mag:
Shilo? Is your name, Shilo?
Can I talk to you?
Can you come down, please?
So we can speak.

I saw you at the show,
I thought I'd seen a ghost,
Your resemblance is striking,

You have your mothers eyes, her hair
I was told you died with her.
All these years have come and gone
How do I put this?
I'm your (I'm your)
Godmom.

Shilo:
State your business.

Blind Mag:
Business?

Shilo:
What do you want?

Blind Mag:
I want (I want) to finally meet you,
something real to cling to. Leave you,
With the hope that you will go to,
All your meant to, All I failed too!

In you is a world of promise
We have both been kept in bondage
But you can learn from all my failures

Shilo:
I'm not supposed to talk to strangers

Blind Mag:
Or let them through the gate?

Shilo:
That either.

Shilo:
A big risk!

Blind Mag:
A big fence!

Shilo:
A mistake!

Blind Mag:
A new friend!

Marni:
Chase the morning!
Yield for nothing!
Chase the morning!
Yield for nothing!

Shilo:
How'd you do that?

Blind Mag:
Do what?

Shilo:
That! That eye thing.

Blind Mag:
These eyes can do more than see.

Shilo:
I know, I mean, I've seen you sing.

Blind Mag:
Where?

Shilo:
Through my window. I can see the world from there. Name the stars and constellations. Count the cars and watch the seasons.

Blind Mag:
I wish we could've watched together.

Shilo:
I can't have guests!

Blind Mag:
Never?

Shilo:
Ever! If Dad found out that I'd been let out, or that you'd been let in.

Blind Mag:
I should go then, before I do promise me you won't.

Shilo:
Better that you don't.

Blind Mag:
Don't forget a sheltered rose needs a little room to bloom outside her bedroom.

Marni:
Chase the morning!
Yield for nothing!
Chase the morning!
Yield for nothing!

Blind Mag:
Let your life be your dream,
Integrity, honesty, its too late for me.
Don't look back till your free to chase the morning.

Marni:
Yield for nothing
Chase the morning.
Yield for nothing.
Yield for nothing!