great song or greatest song

Washington On Your Side
Workshop Cast
Washington On Your Side

Alright, so I just recently listened to this and holy shit, I cannot believe that this was not posted anywhere else??? God this is a work of art and here’s why:

  • “This bitch is askin’ for someone to bring him to task, Somebody gimme some dirt on this asshole so we can at last unmask him”  Damn TJeffs!!!! I just love how angry this dude gets!!!!
  • “He likes taxes so much, can we enact an asshole tax?” Okay, straight up, JMads whole verse is incredible. He starts of talking about how A.Ham and him started off as colleagues and worked together for the same issues, however, after working with him for a while, he realizes that A.Ham is wildly dangerous and seems to get his way most of the time, hence the title of the song. This is why I low-key always thought that JMads hates A.Ham slightly more than TJeffs.
  • “Let’s lower his stack in the eyes of the nation. With misinformation, first we diminish him, then we finish him!”  Honestly, one of the great parts of the song. The rumors they spread! WHAT A DAMN MESS!!!!!
  • “I HEAR HE’S GEORGE WASHINGTON’S ILLEGITIMATE SON!” My damn senior quote!!!!!!!!! I literally shouted the first time I heard this, OMG!!! HOW WAS THIS NOT PART OF THE PLAY HOLY SHIT
  • “He wants to abolish slavery.” “That one’s actually true.”  “NO”
  • I especially love how it is mostly a TJeffs and JMads song. Like no one else is it, but our favorite Southern Mother-Fucking Democratic-Republicans!  This such a great song and I seriously think this is one of the greatest songs ever produced in the entire musical.
The Great Below
Nine Inch Nails
The Great Below

Ocean pulls me close
and whispers in my ear
The destiny I’ve chose
all becoming clear
The currents have their say
The time is drawing near
washes me away
makes me disappear

I descend from grace
in arms of undertow
I will take my place
in the great below

I can still feel you
even so far away


They’re Trying To Catch You || [listen]

You are the last dragonlord now

You alone carry the ancient gift


“This picture of us hugging at the Newport Folk Festival … Leonard did “Suzanne.” I’d met him and I went, ‘I love that song. What a great song.’ Really. “Suzanne” was one of the greatest songs I ever heard. So I was proud to meet an artist. He made me feel humble, because I looked at that song and I went, ‘Woah. All my songs seem so naive by comparison.’ It raised the standard of what I wanted to write.”

- Joni Mitchell, from “Joni Mitchell In Her Own Words,” Interview by Malka Marom.

Arya x Gendry Week (Day 4; Whispers In The Dark) [Modern AU; Classic Universe]

She didn’t know him.

She thought, stupidly, that she might love him. 

The sky above them was full of stars. Arya had never been interested in that sort of thing, before, but they were bright and it made her smile. It was a stupid thing to smile about; something Sansa might do. Arya was not Sansa; Arya had killed people. Arya had died a long time ago. 

  “Why are you happy?” 

  Arya turned into her side and found Gendry’s eyes trained on her, wide and blue. He was frowning, because he was stupid, and covered in soot and dirt and blood. But Arya didn’t care about that. She scooted a bit closer to him to appease the aching in her stomach — the wanting that eased when he was near and there and warm. 

  “Have you ever seen snow?” She asked Gendry. 

The club was loud and full of people, all screaming and laughing and drinking and dancing, hopping up and down with glasses in their thin hands, shirts riding up to reveal flat stomachs and abs. 

  Arya hated all of them. She hated their unnatural tans and pearly white teeth. She hated how perfect they all were. How abnormal. 

  She didn’t say that, though, or even show it. She kept her face blank as she poured their drinks, and smiled when she handed them out. Like she was happy that they were going to be puking in the gutter an hour from now and would wake up the next morning with a pounding headache. 

  Alright, so perhaps she enjoyed that idea a bit. 

  “A pint of the five pound stuff, please?” 

  Arya blinked, turning to the voice. This one was tall, with dark hair and blue eyes like that necklace that her sister had gotten from her awful boyfriend. His teeth were white, too, and yet he was pale and there were shadows under his eyes and stubble on his chin and a frown on his lips, and suddenly she was struck by how real he was. How human. 

  But she didn’t know him. 

“I haven’t,” 

  Arya grinned even wider, remembering her childhood. She remembered throwing snowballs at Sansa with Robb and Jon. She remembered Bran climbing up the towers and beaming at her against a white sky. She remembered seeing Robb for the last time, smiling sadly with snow melting in his hair.

  “It’s the best thing,” she told Gendry quietly, voice low so as not to wake the others. “It makes everything cold and new. I miss it.” 

  Gendry bit his lip. “Do you think you’ll ever make it back home?” 

  Arya stared at him for a moment longer. Suddenly she was not seeing Gendry, but her father, who loved her. She saw Jon who called her ‘little sister’ and mussed her hair and believed in her. She saw her whole family, who she missed so much, and she saw her home, which was only ashes and a memory, and then she was crying. “No,” she whispered to Gendry, lip quavering and tears streaming down her cheeks. 

  Gendry blinked, probably surprised. Then he reached out and grabbed her hand. 

  “I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have—”

  “Shut up,” she whispered. Arya buried her face in the crook of his neck, holding onto the waist of his breeches and resting the other hand on his bare grimy chest. She could feel his heart beating. 

  She thought, stupidly, that she might love him. 

Arya passed over the pint.

  “Will that be all?” 

  The man nodded slowly. Then he sat down at the bar and drank deeply. Arya watched him, fascinated for whatever reason. 

  The bloke set his drink down and met her gaze. “You gonna stare at me all night?” 

  Arya flushed. “Sorry,” she said. “You just… Look very tired.” 

  He nodded. “I’ve a shite job and my girlfriend just dumped me, so that’s sort of to be expected.”

  A silence settled between them — what little silence there could be in this noisy place. 

  Hours passed and still he sat there, drinking pint after pint. Eventually the club dwindled down to just her and the bloke, and three fat men grinding on the dance platform. 

  “Stupid of her,” Arya remarked lightly as she wiped down the bar. 

  “Mm?” The bloke looked up. 

  “Dumping you,” Arya clarified. She took away his empty glass and he frowned. “Your girlfriend, I mean.” 

  The bloke snorted. “She fucked some other guy,” he said dazedly. “I caught them at it. Before I could even -hic- say anything, she was pushing me out her door and telling me we were done.” 

  Arya blinked at the sudden confession. “That’s… A bit pathetic, really.” 

  The bloke grinned. “Who are you, anyway?” 

  “Arya,” she said, choosing to leave out her surname because she knew that he would only start gaping. “You?”

  “Gendry,” he told her, also leaving out his surname. 

  And then Gendry rose from his chair, a bit unsteady, and promptly tripped over the edge of his trousers. Thankfully Arya had a lot of experience with drunken men who underestimated their height, and was on hand to catch him. 

  Gendry scoffed. “What’re you doing, Arry?” 

  “Arya,” she corrected, scowling. “And anyway, you’re the one acting stupid.” 

  Gendry rolled his very blue eyes and she helped him out, holding one fairly muscular arm as a crutch. She made to hail a cab, but he grabbed her and pulled her back.

  “You’re pretty,” he whispered. 

  Arya blinked. It was the first time she’d been called ‘pretty’ in months. At best, she’d been referred to as a ‘comely lass’ by Harwin, and that was… Not as complementary as it sounded — considering he had about thirty or so years on her and ‘comely’ only meant plain in the city. 

  But here was this very handsome bloke Gendry with no apparent last name, calling her pretty. Then again, he was drunk. She said as much.

  Gendry laughed. He threw an arm around her shoulders like they were old friends and looked up at the sky. To her surprise, it had begun to snow. 

  Gendry was staring at it in shock. 

  “Have you ever seen snow?” She asked him quietly.

  “No,” he said back. 

  Arya watched as it fell. Soon his hair was peppered with white. She thought it suited him. 

  Quickly she detangled herself from him and properly hailed a cab. Gendry stumbled along as it approached. “Where do you live?” 

  He told her his address. She passed it on to the cabby and paid a little more than the estimated fare, because there was a good chance Gendry would pass out in the back and the cabby would have to deal with it. 

  Gendry grinned at her as she shut the door. “You’re brilliant, m'lady.”

  She thought he might be, too. 

  But she didn’t know him. 

George Harrison with producer, Sir George Martin at Abbey Road studios ca. 1968 Photo Source - Pinterest

‘With tenants like John & Paul - who are probably the greatest song writers of the 20th Century as far as we are concerned- it’s tough opposition. And they collaborated and kind of also rivaled each other in their writing. George didn’t have anybody. George had to do it by himself.  And so he worked away at it & he had tremendous determination & application. He would..he would um, craft his music meticulously with every little stitch in the canvas & gradually built up his song writing technique to a point where he became a great writer. He wasn’t, to begin with, but then he started writing great songs And I’ve said, ‘Something’ I think, is one of the greatest love songs ever written It’s a wonderful song’ - George Martin excerpt from ‘The Quiet One’


A great Christmas song or The Greatest Christmas Song?

So what do you know, you and me finally face to face

Checkin each other up and down

in all the obvious places

Was there ever a reason for us to be apart?

The air that fills up this room says “not hardly”

So this is where you end and you and I begin.

The greatest romance that’s ever be sold

Now your mind is open to poetry that’s seldom heard

your heart has never been broken

until you’ve heard these words:

“your body was born to respond to mine,

in spite of your desire to mold me”

And in the middle of it all….

we kiss and like rain we fall into…

The greatest romance that’s ever been sold.


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