So—for a variety of reasons—I've had the song "Wicked Girls Saving Ourselves" stuck in my head for roughly a week now. This has started to drive me insane. Consequentially, I spent a good chunk of yesterday composing new verses, just so I'd be singing something different. I found this so entertaining that I've decided to make it a party game (yes, this is now officially a party). Give me a girl from folklore, myth, literature, or hell, modern media, and if I have a clue of who she is, I'll write a verse.
A few rules:
1. Fictional people only. Real people go in the bridge, and I already re-write that every time we do the song live. 2. One girl per customer. 3. Jean Grey is not eligible. 4. Don't make me come over there.
Game on!...and now, game off. I already have more than I can handle, and I can't handle no more. Thanks for all the great suggestions, and please don't provide any additional girls for consideration in today's admissions.
...I'm just going to go back and say 'ooo' because I've thought of several and found them all here already, and really you seem to have enough for...well...a very many verses. ;)
Wendy had never aspired to glory or greatness, An artist more truly defined by her casual lateness, But she chose the wrong job, landed in the wrong place, And was faced with a choice that most won't have to face: Would she go save the world, would she be more than she'd ever been? Would she stand by the Middleman's side...and could they ever win?
Jo has a whole lot of guns, and she knows how to use them, Knows all the rules and the laws and just how to abuse them, But she's never once earned a gold star of her own, And she knows that her bravery's coming on loan, And she's not just sure who she'll be when that last bill comes due... Jo knows how to shoot what she sees, but some bullets pass through.
September was bored and alone and forgot to be wary Of the Green Wind that blows little girls who complain into Faerie, There are stories you live, there are stories you seek, There are stories that have no regard for the meek, So she spread our her skirts when there was neither captain nor sail... She had further to go than she knew when she fell to this tale.
Sorrow.
Sorrow and stardust and stories and spindles surround her, The girl in the garden caught fast in the words that have bound her, And she's starved and she's shivered alone in the cold, For you can't break a story that's not yet been told. She's been praying for solace, for something to name as her own, And the girl in the garden is lonely, and ever alone.
Sweet Casimira requests neither penance nor pity, A priestess of pleasures enshrined in the shape of a city. The tourists arrive through the strangest of doors Seeking something they've lost as they cleave to their fours, And she gathers them close, shows them heaven, then sends them away... For as she cannot leave, Casimira won't ask you to stay.
Temperance Brennan was brilliant, and so they forgave her For the alien light in her eyes and her icy behavior. She's a changeling child traded by loss and neglect For the human-born girl who knew how to connect With the people around her, and now she can't understand why They tell her she's broken because she forgot how to lie.
Gerda was foolish and faithful, designed for disaster, A scarlet-shod girl in a world made of cold alabaster, And she followed a boy who was frozen and cold In the hope he'd remember he'd loved her of old, And she walked to the wastes praying only that he'd take her hand... Love and mercy are things that the winter cannot understand.
Lucy was lucky...or so she believed when he claimed her, The wild rose of England, and Saxon the man who would tame her, And he built her a prison, a modern day Troy, And he made her his wife, and he made her his toy, And a thousand ships sailed in her honor, a war to end wars... And he called her Companion while other men called her a whore.
Sadly, I only really know her from Jane Lindskold's fabulous Changer, and cannot meet your request. :( But you should read the book, if you haven't already.
Megan was never a girl prone to fanciful wishes; She tended the farm, folded laundry, and put away dishes. Then the pink pony tumbled down out of the sky Whisking Megan away before she could ask "why," And she'll never go back to the farm-girl that she was before... And she misses so much, but she can't be that girl anymore.
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A shot in the dark
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An artist more truly defined by her casual lateness,
But she chose the wrong job, landed in the wrong place,
And was faced with a choice that most won't have to face:
Would she go save the world, would she be more than she'd ever been?
Would she stand by the Middleman's side...and could they ever win?
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--Ember--
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June 26 2009, 21:28:31 UTC 8 years ago
Kim Pine (scott pilgram)? Jenny Sparks? Delirium? Tara Chase?
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Delirium
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Knows all the rules and the laws and just how to abuse them,
But she's never once earned a gold star of her own,
And she knows that her bravery's coming on loan,
And she's not just sure who she'll be when that last bill comes due...
Jo knows how to shoot what she sees, but some bullets pass through.
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September was bored and alone and forgot to be wary
Of the Green Wind that blows little girls who complain into Faerie,
There are stories you live, there are stories you seek,
There are stories that have no regard for the meek,
So she spread our her skirts when there was neither captain nor sail...
She had further to go than she knew when she fell to this tale.
Sorrow.
Sorrow and stardust and stories and spindles surround her,
The girl in the garden caught fast in the words that have bound her,
And she's starved and she's shivered alone in the cold,
For you can't break a story that's not yet been told.
She's been praying for solace, for something to name as her own,
And the girl in the garden is lonely, and ever alone.
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...if that would be too spoilery, then
Jadis, the White Witch.
July 12 2009, 17:35:52 UTC 7 years ago
...too spoilery, and I have not the strength in me for villainy. I am sorry, my darling, but I must fail you.
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A priestess of pleasures enshrined in the shape of a city.
The tourists arrive through the strangest of doors
Seeking something they've lost as they cleave to their fours,
And she gathers them close, shows them heaven, then sends them away...
For as she cannot leave, Casimira won't ask you to stay.
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Otherwise, though, I'm nominating Himemiya Anthy (Anshii) from Revolutionary Girl Utena.
June 27 2009, 02:14:03 UTC 8 years ago
(Along with so many others...this is brilliant. Brilliant, I say.)
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For the alien light in her eyes and her icy behavior.
She's a changeling child traded by loss and neglect
For the human-born girl who knew how to connect
With the people around her, and now she can't understand why
They tell her she's broken because she forgot how to lie.
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A scarlet-shod girl in a world made of cold alabaster,
And she followed a boy who was frozen and cold
In the hope he'd remember he'd loved her of old,
And she walked to the wastes praying only that he'd take her hand...
Love and mercy are things that the winter cannot understand.
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too many good choices.
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The wild rose of England, and Saxon the man who would tame her,
And he built her a prison, a modern day Troy,
And he made her his wife, and he made her his toy,
And a thousand ships sailed in her honor, a war to end wars...
And he called her Companion while other men called her a whore.
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Megan, My Little Pony.
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She tended the farm, folded laundry, and put away dishes.
Then the pink pony tumbled down out of the sky
Whisking Megan away before she could ask "why,"
And she'll never go back to the farm-girl that she was before...
And she misses so much, but she can't be that girl anymore.
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