Title: And yet, it didn't matter..........
by Chiriru
Warnings: IT's so SAD! Ah, the song is so sad, so that's the
reason. Uhm, OC POV and it just a normal person. My standard
couples. Yeah, it's sad.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned the song...or the chara's. BUT...that's
only a wish. If you have Neil Young's "After the Goldrush" on some
type of mp3...you might wanna listen to it while reading.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My name is Timothy Banks. It isn't special, it isn't cool. I had
this girl named Sariah during the wars, and for some strange reason,
she loved me. But, she died.
Yep. So now, I'm hear at a "End Of the War Party" in the old Cinq -
after all, I always believed that war wasn't anything good, and I'm
one of millions. But yet, I can still see them.
A guy like me, I could probably attack them - not that I would - I'm
so close. They don't find me a threat. Ah, when your a gundam
pilot, what truly is threatening though?
//Well, I dreamed I saw the knights
In armor coming, \\
Those huge suits, they tend to over whelm everything. But they have
almost a regality about them - towering above us, signs that those
giants had achieved peace. Yes, through fighting, but...it's here.
Finally.
The pilots, however, they don't look like gods. They look younger
than I. But, I respect them... I don't think I could have done it.
They say that the blonde one, Quatre Winner I think, went crazy when
his father died during this war. I couldn't imagine working through
Sariah's death and having to continue to escape the Alliance and
fight.
// Saying something about a queen. \\
She was there too, in the center. The princess of this nation. The
Queen of our world. It is strange, one of them - he has dark hair
and deep eyes...are they blue? - he watches her like she might
disappear.
And a braided on is overly exuberant. A guy I saw in a circus once
is talking quietly to his partner and a girl with flowing blonde
hair. A Chinaman isn't interested, and three elder women are smiling
behind them.
// There were peasants singing and
Drummers drumming
And the archer split the tree.
There was a fanfare blowing
To the sun
That was floating on the breeze. \\
The party lasted 3 days. And it wasn't just Cinq - it was Earth. It
was L1-L4. It was all those MO stations. It was everyone. Every
singer had a story to tell, and every bandstand had contests. And
for a short time in history - all of human kind rejoiced.
// Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies. \\
But yet, afterwards...afterwards you could see the ruin that the war
had caused. Not only to the population but the land and the missing
colonies. How could have we done this....how did we get so caught up
in our quests for power and control that we destroy our homes?
// I was lying in a burned out basement
With the full moon in my eyes.
I was hoping for replacement
When the sun burst thru the sky. \\
It wasn't long before, well, they headed back to war. I was living
with some friends, all trying to cope after the war of 195. And it
was almost Christmas. The moonlight filtered through my window and
it struck a start on the tree - causing rainbows to play across my
ceiling.
Suddenly a shadow descend, blocking the moon and rumbling through
the air. I rushed to the window...and wished I hadn't. I saw a
silver streak...and a huge fire ball that seemed to con consume
everything...and it went up into a mushroom cloud.
A primitive weapon. And very deadly.
//There was a band playing in my head
And I felt like getting high.
I was thinking about what a
Friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie. \\
I could vaguely hear a song by a guy named Don McLean. He was
talking about how he could see the devil wrecking what was so perfect.
I felt like I knew the devil, now.
My friend, Susianica, she owns this house, she said that the killing
wouldn't stop - when they ran out of parts it would be guns, out of
bullets? then knives, until we were all killing each other with bare
hands.
// I was hoping it was a lie.
Thinking about what a
Friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie. \\
Some how, I had this feeling that she was right. Soon after that
night, the others came and to live in my basement - it was an
underground bunker really - left over from the Common Era.
And then we found out that the colonies were gone. Poof. No more.
and over 10 million were dead.
Just from L1.
// Well, I dreamed I saw the silver
Space ships flying
In the yellow haze of the sun, \\
The Earth was poisoned. No colonies. We, as a race, were almost
gone. Some would be sent out in pods, to find a home on Mars or
somewhere else, out amongst the stars.
A guy like Timothy Banks doesn't get chosen.
That would be me, if you had forgotten.
// There were children crying
And colors flying
All around the chosen ones. \\
Susie, my wife now, was trying to sush Joshienna, by darling little
girl. My little girl who wouldn't see our home not only because we
had destroyed it but because the radiation had blinded her while in
the womb.
And all these flags waved as they got on board. The Queen, and the
guy who watched her. The blonde Arabian, Quatre Winner, and a little
German gal, among others. One girl with long blonde hair - who
looked a bit familiar - kissed that circus star, crying, and boarded.
A man with a braid waved good bye. The Chinaman look like he was
sick. An older woman bid him good bye.
// All in a dream, all in a dream
The loading had begun.
They were flying Mother Nature's
Silver seed to a new home in the sun. \\
As we watched them leave, I felt tears in my eyes. I hoped to God
those 30 made it somewhere...or else...
God, they better make it.
It wasn't long before disease, hunger, and violence wiped out most of
humanity. I work with a few others - a Maxwell, and a Chang, and a
Barton. Who say there girls left on that ship. They won't talk
about the wars. But we look after out little community. Chang has
remarried. Max and Trowa can't...they say they just can't.
// Flying Mother Nature's
Silver seed to a new home. \\
My little girl wants to fly, like her Uncles talked about in their
Gundams - who knew, Gundam Pilots, and I didn't even know it. But
she can never fly...there are no ships left.
And the population is shrinking - we can't grow food. But we got a
signal. There is life on Mars.
Human life.
~~The End.~~
Good, bad, indifferent?
Chiri
chiri@chiriru.net
by Chiriru
Warnings: IT's so SAD! Ah, the song is so sad, so that's the
reason. Uhm, OC POV and it just a normal person. My standard
couples. Yeah, it's sad.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned the song...or the chara's. BUT...that's
only a wish. If you have Neil Young's "After the Goldrush" on some
type of mp3...you might wanna listen to it while reading.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My name is Timothy Banks. It isn't special, it isn't cool. I had
this girl named Sariah during the wars, and for some strange reason,
she loved me. But, she died.
Yep. So now, I'm hear at a "End Of the War Party" in the old Cinq -
after all, I always believed that war wasn't anything good, and I'm
one of millions. But yet, I can still see them.
A guy like me, I could probably attack them - not that I would - I'm
so close. They don't find me a threat. Ah, when your a gundam
pilot, what truly is threatening though?
//Well, I dreamed I saw the knights
In armor coming, \\
Those huge suits, they tend to over whelm everything. But they have
almost a regality about them - towering above us, signs that those
giants had achieved peace. Yes, through fighting, but...it's here.
Finally.
The pilots, however, they don't look like gods. They look younger
than I. But, I respect them... I don't think I could have done it.
They say that the blonde one, Quatre Winner I think, went crazy when
his father died during this war. I couldn't imagine working through
Sariah's death and having to continue to escape the Alliance and
fight.
// Saying something about a queen. \\
She was there too, in the center. The princess of this nation. The
Queen of our world. It is strange, one of them - he has dark hair
and deep eyes...are they blue? - he watches her like she might
disappear.
And a braided on is overly exuberant. A guy I saw in a circus once
is talking quietly to his partner and a girl with flowing blonde
hair. A Chinaman isn't interested, and three elder women are smiling
behind them.
// There were peasants singing and
Drummers drumming
And the archer split the tree.
There was a fanfare blowing
To the sun
That was floating on the breeze. \\
The party lasted 3 days. And it wasn't just Cinq - it was Earth. It
was L1-L4. It was all those MO stations. It was everyone. Every
singer had a story to tell, and every bandstand had contests. And
for a short time in history - all of human kind rejoiced.
// Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies. \\
But yet, afterwards...afterwards you could see the ruin that the war
had caused. Not only to the population but the land and the missing
colonies. How could have we done this....how did we get so caught up
in our quests for power and control that we destroy our homes?
// I was lying in a burned out basement
With the full moon in my eyes.
I was hoping for replacement
When the sun burst thru the sky. \\
It wasn't long before, well, they headed back to war. I was living
with some friends, all trying to cope after the war of 195. And it
was almost Christmas. The moonlight filtered through my window and
it struck a start on the tree - causing rainbows to play across my
ceiling.
Suddenly a shadow descend, blocking the moon and rumbling through
the air. I rushed to the window...and wished I hadn't. I saw a
silver streak...and a huge fire ball that seemed to con consume
everything...and it went up into a mushroom cloud.
A primitive weapon. And very deadly.
//There was a band playing in my head
And I felt like getting high.
I was thinking about what a
Friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie. \\
I could vaguely hear a song by a guy named Don McLean. He was
talking about how he could see the devil wrecking what was so perfect.
I felt like I knew the devil, now.
My friend, Susianica, she owns this house, she said that the killing
wouldn't stop - when they ran out of parts it would be guns, out of
bullets? then knives, until we were all killing each other with bare
hands.
// I was hoping it was a lie.
Thinking about what a
Friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie. \\
Some how, I had this feeling that she was right. Soon after that
night, the others came and to live in my basement - it was an
underground bunker really - left over from the Common Era.
And then we found out that the colonies were gone. Poof. No more.
and over 10 million were dead.
Just from L1.
// Well, I dreamed I saw the silver
Space ships flying
In the yellow haze of the sun, \\
The Earth was poisoned. No colonies. We, as a race, were almost
gone. Some would be sent out in pods, to find a home on Mars or
somewhere else, out amongst the stars.
A guy like Timothy Banks doesn't get chosen.
That would be me, if you had forgotten.
// There were children crying
And colors flying
All around the chosen ones. \\
Susie, my wife now, was trying to sush Joshienna, by darling little
girl. My little girl who wouldn't see our home not only because we
had destroyed it but because the radiation had blinded her while in
the womb.
And all these flags waved as they got on board. The Queen, and the
guy who watched her. The blonde Arabian, Quatre Winner, and a little
German gal, among others. One girl with long blonde hair - who
looked a bit familiar - kissed that circus star, crying, and boarded.
A man with a braid waved good bye. The Chinaman look like he was
sick. An older woman bid him good bye.
// All in a dream, all in a dream
The loading had begun.
They were flying Mother Nature's
Silver seed to a new home in the sun. \\
As we watched them leave, I felt tears in my eyes. I hoped to God
those 30 made it somewhere...or else...
God, they better make it.
It wasn't long before disease, hunger, and violence wiped out most of
humanity. I work with a few others - a Maxwell, and a Chang, and a
Barton. Who say there girls left on that ship. They won't talk
about the wars. But we look after out little community. Chang has
remarried. Max and Trowa can't...they say they just can't.
// Flying Mother Nature's
Silver seed to a new home. \\
My little girl wants to fly, like her Uncles talked about in their
Gundams - who knew, Gundam Pilots, and I didn't even know it. But
she can never fly...there are no ships left.
And the population is shrinking - we can't grow food. But we got a
signal. There is life on Mars.
Human life.
~~The End.~~
Good, bad, indifferent?
Chiri
chiri@chiriru.net