Everything we do tonight is wrong, wrong, wrong

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From kraada, a meme. I will be out of town for the weekend and potentially AWOI (absent without internet), so my replies may take a few days, but—

Comment and I will:

1. Tell you why I added you to my friends list and/or why I keep you there.

2. Associate you with something. A song, a color, a work of art, a character in a play, a piece of fruit. SOMETHING.

3. Tell you something I like about you.

4. Tell you a memory I have of you/us.

5. Associate you with a character from a book or a film.

6. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you. (Or else I'll just ask a random question. I reserve that right.)

7. Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.

8. In return, you must spread this disease in your LJ.

Comments

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but maybe you like challenges. :-)

Well, from what I know of your livejournal . . .

1. The photographs you post are as luminous as their descriptions.

2. Don Mandarin's "The Medlar."

3. You write otherworlds that are not comfortable.

4. You asked me to translate a Greek inscription. That doesn't happen nearly as often as I'd like.

5. Janette, from Forever Knight (1992—1996).

6. What music matters most to you?

7. The stone angel.

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Oh thank you - that is fascinating! I shall have to listen to the Medlar. What music matter to me? hmmm... I love New Model Army, particularly Thunder and Consolation, and Carnival. I also adore Nick Cave's album When the Boatman Calls, though not all his other work. I also like Waterson Carthy, the English Acoustic Collective, Bach, Bartok, Jill Tracy and Dead Can Dance.

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I shall have to listen to the Medlar.

I cannot send you the song at the moment, since my music is either temporarily inaccessible or dead, but these are the lyrics as I transcribed them:

He's a conoisseur of back roads, loves to tiptoe through hayfields
He'll put water on your fire and light your Catherine wheel
The medlar takes a chance, patchwork britches blowing free
He puts a hex on chickens, keeps geese off the lay
Nettles in your teapot, puts mice amongst the hay

The medlar takes a chance, patchwork britches blowing free
See him jump and prance, picking fruit from apple tree
The medlar fingers every pie—mischief-making minx
But if you make him go and cry, you'll find the medlar is a prince

He lies about laughing, lies about everything
If you know the medlar's name, you'll know the farmyard heap
Lives in a house beneath the hedge shared with mice and bones
Tongue is clean, teeth are green, breakfasts on ferns and sedge

The medlar takes a chance, patchwork britches blowing free
See him jump and prance, picking fruit from apple tree

The medlar . . .

He seemed suitable either to The Crow Maiden or Heretic.

I love New Model Army, particularly Thunder and Consolation, and Carnival. I also adore Nick Cave's album When the Boatman Calls, though not all his other work. I also like Waterson Carthy, the English Acoustic Collective, Bach, Bartok, Jill Tracy and Dead Can Dance.

I have heard only one song by New Model Army and nothing by the English Acoustic Collective, but everyone else you name, yay.