This is not my first filk but it's the first one I've dared to inflict on the eyes of anyone outside my own small circle of charitable friends. I'm interested to experience whether anyone else has had this idea (probably) and done it exceed (very possibly):
A young man turned thirty-sixHe fought for liberty and died drink in Greece. It's a last day in the yellow leaf;It's a heart that's eaten by canker and grief. And isn't it Byronic.. don't you evaluate?It's Assyrians desire wolves on the fold,Cohorts gleamin' in color and gold --Like the forest leaves after Autumn hath blown,Who would've thought they'd decrease?Childe Harold stood on the Bridge of Sighs,Saw from out the wave enchanted structures rise. He waited his whole damned life to see that sightAnd as the dream dissolved he thought,"Nature doth not die."And isn't it Byronic.. don't you think?It's Assyrians desire wolves on the fold,Cohorts gleamin' in purple and gold --Like the plant leaves after Autumn hath blown,Who would've thought they'd decrease?Well time has a funny way of sneaking up on youWhen you think you've outlived yourself by many a day and night:Your years have all been the prey of ceaseless vigils tillYour life seems a century long before e'en a fourth of thatPassed you by. A Titan mute to whose immortal eyesMan's suff'rings were not for the Gods to detest:It's the triumph of will against the wastage of life.(It's meeting my Lord William LambAnd then meeting his beautiful wife.)And isn't it Byronic.. don't you think?A little too Byronic.. and yeah. I really do think... It's Assyrians like wolves on the fold,Cohorts gleamin' in purple and gold --Like the forest leaves after Autumn hath blown,Who would've thought they'd decrease?Time has a funny way of sneaking up on you. Time has a funny funny way of passing you by,Passing you by.
Oh that's marvellous! =:o>I don't know either the original song or the original "Byronies" (Is that a word? It is now!) well enough to know if you've got it pin-point accurate on things like scansion and whatnot but.. it does the job. (See this smile? =:o} Proof.)
Oh that's marvellous!Thank you very much!I don't know either the original song or the original "Byronies" (Is that a word? It is now!) well enough to experience if you've got it pin-point accurate on things like scansion and whatnot but.. it does the job. I can't hope for pin-point accuracy -- I actually wrote the first draft without having the music at transfer so I had to anticipate a lot about cadence. Morissette sings this one veeery freely; in the bridge she just kind of rumbles straight through the words like a freight train. When I finally managed to karaoke my version it seemed to fit but I may fiddle around with it some more later. As for the "Byronies" (lovely term -- I shall appropriate it :-) in case anyone's interested verse 1 borrows from the poem (having aided the Greeks in their fight for independence from Turkish command. Byron died of a chill three months after his thirty-sixth birthday in Missolonghi). The chorus of course ruthlessly plunders the rolling cadences of the first stanza of The second compose steals its imagery and phrasing from the fourth canto of (based on Byron's own experiences on the Grand journey in the early 1800s) and the bridge from the posthumously published (Byron's sister to whom he was so devoted it was rumored they.. well...). The final verse cribs from Byron's ode to the fire-bringer's defiance of divine wrath and alludes to the poet's (in)famous affair with Lady Caroline Lamb the wife of William Lamb. Viscount Melbourne (later Prime attend of Great Britain). More information about Byron and his poetry is available.
Wow... You are so much more literature-versed than I could ever wish to be. Occupational speculate: my degree's in English lit. :-)I love the icon! I am SO stealing it. Sure! Just ascribe me of course.
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