Person:I just think it's not safe to let all those refugees come live right next door. Like, they can be criminals or rapers or-
Me:You think you own whatever land you land on,
The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I KNOW every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a nameeeeee
Person:Um, I'm not saying I own this property but since I live here I'd like to just know that my children are safe and-
Me:You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But IF YOU walk the footsteps of a stranger,
You'll learn things you never knew you never kneeeew
Person:Okay, see I'm not a racist I'm just saying-
Me:Have you EVER heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon,
Or ASKED the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you SING with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors ooooof theeee wind?
Person:Come on, stop it people are looking at us! And I know you disagree with me but-
Me:Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest!
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth!
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And FOR ONCE, never wonder what they're worth!
Person:Please stop, you're making a horrible scene.
Me:The rainstorm and the river are my brothers,
The heron and the otter are my friends
And WE ARE ALL CONNECTED to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never eeeeends
Person:...are you seriously quoting Pocahontas in the middle of a café
Me:HOW HIGH will the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know!
And you'll NEVER hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon-
Person:ENOUGH! You're being ridiculous-
Me:For WHETER WE ARE WHITE OR COPPER SKINNED
WE NEED TO SING WITH ALL THE VOICES OF THE MOUNTAINS
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind!
Person:Fuck you, I'm out of here.
Me:You can own the Earth and still,
All you'll own is Earth until
YOU CAN PAINT WITH ALL THE COLORS
OF THE WIND!
*at this point I'm excpecting the whole cafeteria singing with me as the person angrily strolls out to the street and bumbs into a big friendly dog covered in mud who jumps on them and ruins their fancy coat as we stand on the tables holding hands*
30 000 singers performing “Mu isamaa on minu arm” (”My Fatherland is My Love”), a song that was Estonia’s unoffical anthem during Soviet occupation to 90 000 spectactors. It is considered very rude when one doesn’t stand up during this song.
I just wanted to cover this song because it really means a lot to me. My little sister was a stillborn and I always had a connection to this song, even though it isn’t exactly about the same situation. This is the first draft, but I put so much feeling into it that I’m keeping it as my final draft as well (even though I cried at the end).
One time, for the mike checks for Beauty and the Beast, they had the lead sing her loudest line, so of course she started singing the lyrics “And I never thought I’d leave behind” from A Change in Me. To get going faster, they cut her off in the middle, so all she ended up singing was “And I…”, to which the entire pit orchestra finished with “will always love you~” Needless to say, there’s a reason we’re in band and not choir.