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This week our little topic thing was songs that reminded us of certain SGA episodes. ...This was harder than I thought it would be. *shifty eyes* Nevertheless, here they are.

Oh yeah,

lilyayl, I forgot if we were going to guess the episodes or not. If we're not, just let me know and I'll edit this to explain my reasoning behind each other. *grins*

Falling Like a Star - Cara Dillon (mp3)
This song is just beautiful and haunting. I can't help but listen to it, again and again, and I think it really works for the episode.

I'm falling like a star, and I'm holding on for dear life
I'm about to reach the ground
I'm coming home to earth
I've reached my town

And they said that you couldn't sit on a cloud, cause you'd fall right through
Well how is it then, that I managed to?
And how did I say what I just said to you?
Am I thinking out loud, did you even ask me to?

I'm falling like a star, and I'm holding on for dear life
I'm about to reach the ground
I'm coming home to earth
I've reached my town

And the streets are empty how, but for the wrong reasons
They've all gone and left me alone
And they left with a vengance, and they talk of their experience
And they'll try and convince me, to join them

Holy, holy
Holy is the only word I know these days
Holy, holy
Holy is the only word I know these days

Those flowers have never experienced anything like this before
They've been picked from their wilderness, put in a jar
Now they're feeling the heat of this room

And I'm falling like a star, and I'm holding on for dear life
I'm about to reach the ground
I'm coming home to earth
I've reached my town

Falling like a star
I only came down for a day, I didn't want to stay
Falling like a star
I only came down for a day, I didn't want to stay

False Alarm - KT Tunstall (wma)
...Okay, yeah, I love KT Tunstall. *shifty eyes* This one might only fit the episode in my head though.

I'm trying to put this thing to bed
I've drugged it in its sleep
There isn't many memories
I'm comfortable to keep

This ball keeps rolling on
It's heading for the streets
Keep expecting you to send for me
The invitation never comes

Each time I turn around
There's nothing there at all
So tell me why I feel like
I'm up against a wall

But maybe it's a false alarm
And all the answers sound the same
Just colours bleeding into one
That doesn't have a name
Maybe I can't see
Maybe it's just me

Now the curtain's coming up
The audience is still
I'm struggling to cater for
The space I'm meant to fill

And distance doesn't care

Each time I turn around
There's nothing there at all
So tell me why I feel like
I'm up against a wall

But maybe it's a false alarm
And all the answers sound the same
Just colours bleeding into one
That doesn't have a name
Maybe I can't see
Maybe it's just me

I'm trying to put this thing to bed
I drugged it in its sleep
Remember what you said
Are you comfortable to keep it?

Tell My Father - John Barrowman (wma version)
Tell My Father - John Barrowman (mp3 version)
John Barrowman is an amazing singer, and this song gets me a bit emotional every time I hear it.

Tell my father that his son
Didn't run, or surrender
That I bore his name with pride
As I tried to remember
You are judged by what you do
While passing through

As I rest 'neath fields of green
Let him lean on your shoulder
Tell him how I spent my youth
So the truth could grow older
Tell my father when you can
I was a man

Tell him we will meet again
Where the angels learn to fly
Tell him we will meet as men
For with honor did I die
Tell him how I wore the blue
Proud and true through the fire
Tell my father so he'll know
I love him so

Tell him how we wore the blue
Proud and true like he taught us
Tell my father not to cry
Then say goodbye

Carry On My Wayward Son - Kansas (mp3)
Again, this one might only work in my head, but I, uh, really love the tempo and singer in this.

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high

Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, well
It surely means that I don't know

On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

No!

Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
The center lights around your vanity
But surely heaven waits for you

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry (don't you cry no more)

Bad Religion - My Poor Friend Me (wma)
*grins* This is probably one of my favorite songs. It's just...fun. This one is probably one of the easier to guess ones.

I know a man
Who doesn't have many friends
I know a place he lives
Where trouble never ends
I know it's hard for him
To read 'tween the lines
And his days are getting so much shorter

He simply turns away
And dons a bitter frown
His world is crumbling
His ship is weighted down
He doesn't care
As long as he can wear the crown
I know this man all too well

It's my poor friend me
A portrayal of the great dichotomy
(A reminder of a tragic history)
It's my poor friend me
And I'm running out of steam

I know there are people
Who are cynical and vain
They point their finger
'cuz they can't accept the blame
They live their lives
Under a blanket of shame and their progeny
Crawl from underneath it

Lately I've come
To see the solution
And it begins with me
But I'm so fallibly human
I've picked the lock
But will not turn the key

Of people running scared
We live, breathe and die
All too aware our time is slipping on by
We have solutions, but don't even try
And I feel I know just who to blame

It's my poor friend me
A portrayal of the great dichotomy
(A reminder of a tragic history)
It's my poor friend me
And I'm running out of steam