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[flemmings]

Work is being work. My work, if you didn't know, is casual and part-time, which tends to mean either not enough or way too much. This week at least is way too much, and I must stagger through two more days of it. But takumashii makes me very happy:

Emily Dickinson doesn't count unless you can recite something from memory. It's not that hard, people, you can sing them all to the tune of "Yellow Rose of Texas."

The woman you hear bellowing an up-tempo version of 'Because I could not stop for death' will be me.

(Not *all* of them, BTW-- I Cannot Live With You won't fit at all.)

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[feliciter.livejournal.com]

you can sing them all to the tune of "Yellow Rose of Texas."

.....the things one learns from LJ XD
I would love to hear you do that up-tempo version

The first thing that came to mind for I Cannot Live With You was O mio babbino caro, which at least shares certain sentiments?

[flemmings.livejournal.com]

O mio babbino caro

My mind insists on cutting that aria from line two to the last bit about throwing oneself into the river, so I don't know if the sexton's shelf actually fits the rhythm. Dickinson's choppiness probably deserves a hiphop rendition, with embellishments.

[tekalynn.livejournal.com]

One of my favorite episodes of Babylon 5 had a (dead) character sing "Because I could not stop for death" to the tune of "The Yellow Rose of Texas". So that's what that makes me think of.