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They Are in Love |
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| What do I
really hate about not just genre fiction but works of fiction of any
type and in any medium? What really makes me want to punch
writers and directors violently in their smug little faces?
Why, that would be the impulse of everyone, everywhere, to
shoehorn love plots into everything. Don't get me wrong:
I appreciate a good love story. I would just like a
break every once in a while. There are other types of plot,
people. And yes, my neighbour arrived home just as I was ending the song. His keys jingled very, very loudly. It was okay because I made faces at him. |
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| They Are in Love |
| Thurghald and Magilor Go questing in the badlands, With Shahna as their brave companion, Clad in threads of gold. The three fight dragons and recover Bushels of lost treasure And lore recorded by the ancients In the days of old. They suffer and they overcome. They weep, they fight, they conquer. And Thurghald's mind is broken When he finds he cannot bend. But everything they go through Is a footnote to the real point: There is really only one plot thread That matters in the end. They are in love. Boy wants girl, girl wants other boy. The math is wrong, And that makes everything seem right. Push comes to shove, And any story, any song Should treat true love as more important Than a planet-changing fight. They are in love. Captain Smithson and his crew Explore a distant planet They crash on when their cargo ship Develops sentience And tries to kill them all; this starts A struggle for dominion Between the humans and machines, Which quickly grows intense. The conflict spans a century And several generations. The younger fighters do not know What they are fighting for. A few escape the battle and Hole up on someone's farmstead, And then we get the bit that's more Important than the war. They are in love. That is what gives the tale its punch. If there were no Love plot, why would we even care? The moral of The story always has to go Somewhere with true love at the centre. There is nothing can compare. They are in love. Bridget is a foundling who Goes wandering through the forest; She comes across a mansion lurking Lost and overgrown. She bravely breaks in to explore And finds it full of monsters, Awaking her ancestral need To fight them on her own. She'll stand upon the mountaintop, Death pulsing through her fingers, Her destiny a shining light That will--that must--prevail. But first she's got to make it through That mansion full of monsters, And most of them are kind of cute, And all of them are male. They are in love, Which is the way it always goes. The story's charms Are not complete without a kiss. If we must shove Our heroine into the arms Of monsters, that's the way it's going to Be; she'd better find her bliss. They are in love. They are in love. Let's take five pages to describe The way they gaze Into each other's soulful eyes. We'll rise above That pesky plot, and we'll amaze You all with just how much in love they are. You'll feel such glad surprise You'll be in love. There's so much love. They are in love. Back to Music page |