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Uriel
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What kind of stuff do you like to sing? My half-sister is mainly focused on opera and things like that.
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| Uriel wrote: | | What kind of stuff do you like to sing? My half-sister is mainly focused on opera and things like that. |
Sorry for the late reply. I like to sing all sorts of stuff. I've never really been into opera, though, but I suppose I could probably train to become an opera singer if I wanted to. That's what my dad tells me. I remember back in High School I would sometimes do the "opera voice" in (at?) choir practice, just for kicks, and the others would ask me: "how do you do that?", and I'd say something like: "I don't know, I just do it".
The last couple of days I've had Fairytale of New York in my head, and I've been singing parts of it (I don't know all the lyrics).
Fairytale of New York, by the The Pogues, featuring Kirsty MacColl. Thought I might include the lyrics here, this being the Christmas thread and all.
It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day
You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last
I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you
The funny is it's a popular Christmas song in Ireland. |
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Uriel
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 Good lord! The Irish have some issues!
I've never heard that one. I guess it doesn't get interspersed much between Hark, the Herald Angels Sing and Silver Bells.
I think people either have the voice or they don't -- it's a natural thing. Sure, you can be taught, but there are also things like mouth shape and perfect pitch and other inborn traits that certainly get you moving in the right direction if you like to sing. I'm not sure if we had a choir in my last high school, but I had a friend who had the most incredible speaking voice when she wanted to, using all of those singing tricks like using your diaphragm, modulating your voice -- she could go into full declamatory mode while reading a poem out loud, and it was just riveting. Little teeny black girl with this enormous voice she could turn on and off at will. An amazing tool.
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