I do not own these puppets.
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singing "This'll be the day that I die"
This'll be the day that I die
I met a girl who sang the blues and I
Asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
So I went back to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music
Years before
But the man there
Said the music
Wouldn't play
Now in the streets
The children scream
The lovers cry
And the poets dream
And not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire the most
The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost;
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
---from the song "American Pie"
[A long long time ago]
It seems like such a long time ago, when we were Gundam pilots. Then, it seemed as if we were on top of the world. We thought we were invincible--in our pathetic, blood-stained hands, we held the fate of the world. Ha.
[I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile]
But we weren't always like that. We weren't always monsters. Duo--he used to be just a kid growing up on L2. And Heero...well, Heero never really had a childhood to begin with.
And I had a chance at love and threw it away. I was weak; I will never be weak again, will never let my enemies see how much it hurts...
[And I knew that if I had my chance]
...to destroy them.
[I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy]
But I came to learn that the feeling of killing is intoxicating. It's like a non-stop rush to your head, a primal pounding that resists all attempts to stop it and then it just rips through you and all you can do is grit your teeth and pray that it ends...
But it never really goes away.
[For a while]
You say that you'll love me forever. You ply my mouth with soft kisses and gentle caresses, and then I am swept up in a tide of emotions; lust, love, I don't know. But it comes swiftly, churning like the whitewater rapids, and as unstoppable as the tide.
[Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above]
God is one hell of a bastard, I'll tell ya that much. If he even does exist, how could he let such suffering go on? And don't tell me about not understanding God's plan--I heard enough of that crap when I was on L2 in the Maxwell Church. Even then I knew that God was the dealer in a crooked card game.
[If the Bible tells you so?]
I'm telling you, the only thing I go by is luck. Shinigami needs no God to protect him--the only thing I've ever had watching my back are a pack of rats trying to eat my fingers, or a gang of hungry kids looking to steal some food from me, who has even less than they do.
[Well do you believe in rock'n'roll]
Sometimes, when the light's shining through our bedroom window just right, and Heero's sitting on his bed, just watching the stars, and he opens his mouth in a little 'o' of surprise as the moon comes speeding out full force, I understand again how I fell in love with him.
[And can music
Save your mortal soul?]
Forgive me, Father.
I never meant to hurt you.
But I am what I am, and nothing can change that. Your little gay son, the only son you ever fathered and he's a faggot, a fairy.
I see now that I'll never be good enough for you. But it doesn't matter, does it? You're dead, Father. You can't hurt me anymore.
And yet, late at night while Trowa sleeps, curled around me like a blanket, I can still see your face, contorted in anger, eyes blazing with a righteous fire.
And I thought of how magnificent you were, how the only time I could ever be proud of being your son was when you were angry, when your mask slipped and your emotions came sliding through.
You're dead, Father.
Can't you let me be?
[And can you teach me how to dance
I can remember the first time that I looked at Duo.
I mean really looked at him, and saw the person cowering behind the violet eyes, two sparkling orbs that are so disarming...and more dangerous for it.
I think I fell in love with him the first time I looked at him. That long hair, so beautiful it defies logic, and as much a part of you as your crooked grin.
I hold you in my arms and name you mine, claiming you, silently swearing to protect you against all harm. And yet I see the look of dissatisfaction in your eyes when you tell me you love me, and I give you only kisses in return.
I'm trying, Duo.
Let it be enough, for now.
Please, just let it be enough.
[Well I know that you're in love with him 'cause I
Saw you dancing
In the gym]
I saw you holding him, Heero, tenderly, like a mother cat over her newborn kits. And for once, though your lips never moved, your eyes were smiling.
I can't help but want you, Heero. I can't stop this insane urge to capture you, make you mine, put you in a little box and never let you go.
But I know now that's not what love truly is.
Love is the way you look at him, with eyes that seem to weep when they turn away. It's the way you immediately search him out when you enter a room, or how he's the only one who can ever make you smile.
I don't love you, Heero.
And maybe now that I understand, I can finally start to let you go.
They're perfect together.
Quatre and I mesh well, but those two look as if they were made for each other.
[You both kicked off your shoes]
When they danced at the prom at boarding school, I thought everyone's eyes were going to pop out of their heads. They were so close, the lines of their bodies fitting together like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.
I'm glad that they've found each other. It seemed so unlikely, so against the odds... It was like they would always be so close, and then drift apart again before either could acknowledge their feelings. It was frustrating to watch--I can only imagine how it felt.
[Man I dig those rhythm and blues]
Quatre...
It was like we were drawn together. It was as if we had always been lovers, or friends, or something. It seemed as natural as breathing, as eating. Eat, breathe, sleep, Quatre.
I tell you that I love you, but I don't know if you really hear what I'm saying. I love you, but it's more than that. If you died, I would follow your footsteps into death. Your slight smile is the sun, and your two eyes stars. It sounds cliche and mushy, but it's the truth.
I'm not good with words. I try to tell you with the little things, small touches on your back, a comforting word.
I'm just afraid you don't hear me.
I'm afraid you never will.
Dragon...
That's what he says at night, while he sleeps. And I can't help hating you, Wufei Chang, Dragon, Gundam pilot, for taking up even his unconscious attention.
Before you, it was me he plied with soft words and gentle kisses. And now he sees right through me--or sees me with your face, your body.
I should be jealous.
[I was a lonely teenaged
Bronckin' buck]
But I can't bring myself to be jealous. Because I too am captivated by your slender form, your youthful innocence.
He tells me when you he took you the first time that you wept, even as he slammed his hips against yours, grinding you into the soft coverlet on *our* bed.
I've never seen you cry.
You must look like an angel, sent from above, to take him away from me like this.
And tonight I am dressed up, my long hair brushed and flat-ironed, my body oiled so that it gleams in the candlelight.
And he doesn't even notice me.
[With a pink carnation and
A pickup truck; well I
Knew I was outa luck]
"They've done well," he assured him, gently placing a cool cloth on his forehead. Dr. J, his mechanical eyes seeming cold and distant, nodded and wiped at the sweat pouring down his face as he completed his last illness, his last death.
Even as he dies, his mind is forever locked on the young pilot whom he desires, his cobalt blue eyes singing holes into his eyelids. "Heero..." he whispers, choking on the blood that wells up into his mouth, and closes his eyes.
In his mind, the Japanese pilot is there, waiting to guide him to the otherside, his slender arms enfolding him in a soft embrace. And he is happy.
[I started singing...
We started singing...]
Ariana
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