Music!

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Songs! A few that remind me of SGA...of course. Though "Shenandoah" is just posted because it's pretty. ;) Same goes for "I Honestly Love You" because I kept talking about it to blue_raven since it's a beautiful, tragic love song.

"At the Stars" reminds me of "The Return I" when everyone is struggling to adjust. "Achill Island" reminds me of the Pegasus Galaxy, folks remembering those taken by the Wraith, etc.

Future Pilot AKA - Shenandoah

Oh Shenandoah, I love your daughter
Away, you rollin' river
And for her I'd cross the water
Away, we're bound away
Across the wide Missouri

Oh, Shenandoah, I long to hear you
Away, you rollin' river
Oh, Shenandoah, I long to hear you
Away, we're bound to go
Across the wide Missouri

Oh Shenandoah, I love your daughter
Away, you rollin' river
And all for her I'd cross your water
Away, we're bound to go
Across the wide Missouri

Well, a white man woed a mighty maiden
Away, you rollin' river
And for seven years he stood waiting,
Away, we're bound to go
Across the wide Missouri

Fare-thee-well,
I'm bound to leave you
Away you rollin' river
Shenandoah, I won't deceive you
Away, we're bound to go
Across the wide Missouri

Oh, Shenandoah, I long to hear you
Away, you rollin' river
Oh, Shenandoah, I long to hear you
Away, we're bound to go
Across the wide Missouri

Better Than Ezra - At the Stars

Here we are,
Foreign to their world,
Straight and composed.
Your sermons I can do without,
And I finally found
That everybody loves to love you
When you're far away

Maybe I should drop you at your door.
Or leave tonight and vanish up the shore.
Anywhere but here.

It's three o'clock we're driving in your car,
You're screaming out the window at the stars,
Please don't drive me home!

Blame us because we are who we are.
Hate us because you'll never get that far.
And who'd suppose you would go?
I've already learned enough to know.

Tell me all the places we could go.
And count the headlights passing on the road,
A long, long time ago.

Here we are,
Foreign to their world,
Straight and composed.
Your sermons I can do without,
And I finally found
That everybody loves to love you
When you're far away.

Could it be we've done something wrong?
We'd make it home to your place before dawn
Please, don't take me home.
Please, dont take me home.

Jarrod Emick - I Honestly Love You

I'm not trying to make you feel uncomfortable
I'm not trying to make you anything at all
But this feeling doesn't come along every day
And you shouldn't blow the chance
When you've got the chance to say
I love you
I honestly love you

Maybe I hang around here
A little more than I should
We both know I got somewhere else to go
But I've got something to tell you
That I never thought I would
And I believe you really ought to know
I love you
I honestly love you

I'm not trying to make you feel uncomfortable
I'm not trying to make you anything at all
But this feeling doesn't come along every day
And you shouldn't blow the chance
When you've got the chance to say
I love you
I honestly love you
I honestly love you

If we both were born
In another place and time
This moment might be ending with a kiss
But there you are with yours
And here I am with mine
So I guess we'll just be leaving it at this
I love you
I love you
I honestly love you

Brady's Leap - Achill Island

For their houses were there, tables and chairs,
Glasses and plates on the shelves
They lived in the stones that were scattered around
Before they were scattered themselves

Achill Island's a place in the rain
Where sheep lie under the wind
And sometimes you'll hear the voices
Of people who won't come again

But their houses were there, tables and chairs,
Glasses and plates on the shelves
They lived in the stones that were scattered around
Before they were scattered themselves

We took the bridge from the mainland
Away from the peats and the bogs
Found wool and china and tea shops
And traffic as thick as the fogs

But their houses were there, tables and chairs,
Glasses and plates on the shelves
They lived in the stones that were scattered around
Before they were scattered themselves

In winter when all of the tourists were gone
The Atlantic turns blue to gray
The voices begin and they rise with the wind
As though they have come home to stay

For their houses were there, tables and chairs,
Glasses and plates on the shelves
They lived in the stones that were scattered around
Before they were scattered themselves

Achill Island's a place in the rain
Where sheep lie under the wind
And sometimes you'll hear the voices
Of people who won't come again