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Hey Little Songbird memes, to keep me motivated
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rainsofcamelot · 8 months
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i know the *ding* *ding* *ding* part at the end of "hey, little songbird" represents the fates, but i always imagined it to be a call bell, symbolizing a "new client" who's thinking of death (and therefore calling hades without realizing it) and also highlighting how eurydice is just like any of the other workers in hadestown. she's not special to the king of the underworld. she's just another client. and the song ends after that because he has accomplished his mission and he has to go and sing it again. it's a cycle.
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poiverine · 2 years
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someone’s in trouble ~
visit me on twitter! @angeryblrb
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thesweetnessofspring · 2 months
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"I wanted to tell you how very sorry I am about your sister."
Songbird vs. Rattlesnake
HungerTown 13/?
at the request of @bizmyth.
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attheendoftheline · 1 year
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Songbird…
Something I love about the show is there’s so much to discover, so much of that little bit of detail but none of it is exactly hidden. The musicals quite explicit on what it’s about what to except but there’s the little things you miss, pardon them pun. Today I want to talk about Eurydice and how she is  essentially a sacrificial Lamb by being a “songbird”.
Hades says it best himself :
“Hey, little songbird, you've got something fine
You'd shine like a diamond down in the mine
And the choice is yours if you're willing to choose
Seeing as you've got nothing to lose
And I could use a canary”
Eurydice is a canary in a Cole mine, and it’s beyond metaphorical!
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Canaries were kept by miners up until the 1980s where more solid technology took over the job of gas detection, but they’re so deeply ingrained in mining culture to this day. The birds were loved by miners as they did save their lives on several occasions and I’d like to think it’s nice having a bright, pretty little bird down there. It lifts spirits.
She’s bright and ambitious thinking that signing was the right choice, she’s standing out amongst everyone. I believe the hope would have been “look she’s happy about it , why aren’t the rest of you? Cheer up”. But that doesn’t happen. Eurydice tries in vain to talk with the shades, get them to answer her or turn away from their work for five seconds…they don’t. She starts to get worried she starts to struggle and shake in her new cage.
The second thing she does is detect danger. The fates spell it out a bit but she very quickly comes tp realize just how bad it is. How lifeless, dreary and hopeless it is to make them willingly forget and stop seeing. She tries to stop it, she pulls on arms and tries to stop the line— she can’t. What use is a canary if you can’t see it go belly up? You can’t - won’t- hear it’s warning? In most cases their lifesaving, here she’s just an accessory to the drive of the machine.
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Another is songbird V Rattlesnake. Not only is it a threat in nature but it’s also a reference to the myth.  originally for some reason or another - sometimes a stranger  pursues her other times it’s simply dancing…she steps on a snake and dies. This can also play Into the multiple levels of the song where yes it is a literal conversation, on the other hand it you can also take it as her accepting death/giving up the fight to hunger. Here hades is three forms of death, for this version specifically I guess we can say labor.
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hey little songbird, sing me a song
i’m a busy man and i can’t stay long
i got clients to call
i got hors d’oeuvres to fill
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artsying-ifer · 1 year
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For @sephandhadesweeks Hades Week Day 11: Hey Little Songbird - a very noir-y version of Hades and Eurydice's deal!
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musicalresolution · 9 months
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Round 1 C Match 6
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Propaganda under the cut
Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer
They are literally "be gay do crime".
Mlm wlw solidarity. Also they can do cartwheels.
What else do we need.
Hey, Little Songbird
One of my favorite songs of all time.
Hades and Eurydice's voices?? Together??
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melpomeneprose · 6 months
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𝚃𝚈𝙿𝙴𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝙰𝚂 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝙳𝚂.
repost, don’t reblog. bold whatever applies all the time, italicize the ones that are circumstantial.
Eurydice, a hungry young girl, a runaway from everywhere she’d ever been, no stranger to the world, no stranger to the wind.
Eurydice-> Εὐρυδίκη (Greek) -> literally translating to -> “Wide Justice.”
Songbird vs rattlesnake.
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sparrow.     innocence, big dreamer, waking up too early, walking home, being afraid of meeting new people, slim hands, always cold, reading a book under a tree, the smell of the forest, missing your home.
eagle.   independent, caring too much for others, sharp looks, walking down the city late at night, the tallest and more spectacular building, iron, being single and okay in a world that tells you that being single is bad.
swift.     falling in love easily and heavily, traveller, the infinity of the bluest sky, storms, broken smiles, forgetting people who used to be your beloved ones, feeling out of place, mistrusting people, a fleeting romance.
crow.     feeling as if you have seen so much and as if you know a lot, prejudge, tight hugs that leave you breathless, a grey sky, serenity, intelligence, being left behind, chains, smoke, the pride of someone wise.
dove.      petals, jealousy, being tired of living with the same old faces, whispered secrets, marble, sundresses, white clothes, the first sunset of winter, pride in who you are, learning to get over someone.
seagull.     family, golden light, the sea murmuring in your ear, summer afternoons, caramel ice cream, collecting seashells and other things and calling them treasures, living breezy and carefree, swimming in sunlight.
canary.       artistic, getting excited easily, dancing and singing while you are alone, looking at your friends having fun, no phone, being afraid of judgement, spring, a meaningful gift, the first ray of sunlight.
Borrowed from: @honorhearted. 💕
Tagging: @audaciiae (Apollo), @lifedreamt (your choice), @curseconsumed (your choice), & @ladyseidr (Orpheus). 💕
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camilleisdrawing · 1 year
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caption from twt: Eurydice for a musicals colour wheel!! idk what i was thinking picking green for #Hadestown but, alas, I had fun! >[]< 🍃🐍🦜🪙🥀
everyone’s art is EPIC. I mean LOOK AT THEM. so happy to be a part of this project ka. thx k frog so much for starting it 🥺♥️
see everyone's art in this link! https://twitter.com/roast_frog/status/1628347801783664640?s=20
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Pomegranate Seeds
Chapter 1 - AO3
A/N: After this chapter, this story will be posted exclusively on AO3.
The glares of his new classmates burned Felix as he exchanged pleasantries with Mme. Bustier.
If there was any doubt Adrien had already explained the… situation he caused with his impersonation, it faded under the strength of their looks. It was only two weeks after the anniversary of his aunt’s disappearance after all; no doubt the wounds he caused trying to defame Adrien were still fresh.
Particularly the wounds of the three girls who ended up getting akumatized because of his actions. He’d have to avoid them in the future in case they wanted revenge on him.
Mme. Bustier instructed Felix to sit in the back next to the black-haired girl who had confessed to Adrien in her video. It was both good and bad: good, because it kept him out of eye-sight from most of his classmates, bad because there was little doubt in his mind that the black-haired girl would try to get revenge for his cousin.
Typical Adrien, always ready to let others do his dirty work for him.
Felix nimbly dodged a kick from Lady Wifi on his way up. He’d researched his class before insisting to his mother that he should attend school in Paris, specifically in his cousin’s school with his cousin’s class. He’d found Lady Wifi’s blog—he didn’t care enough to remember her real name—early in his research, but it was only useful about discussing her classmates’ akumatizations. The rest was trashy articles about the Parisian heroes love lives.
And the false exploits of another one of his classmates, but that was blackmail for another time.
Meeting the weight of Lady Wifi’s glare with a glower of his own, he smirked when she flinched away from him. Amateur. Was she even trying to be intimidating? Felix was a cold-blooded blue-blood; he’d stared down the most intimidating members of the fashion and movie industry and held his own. One teenage girl was nothing compared to famous photographers, directors who thought they could order him like an intern, Audrey Bourgeois, or his uncle.
He slid into his seat by the black-haired girl. From the back, he could look out over the rest of the class. He had full view over everything: the cutesy posters on the walls, the top of Bustier’s desk, his classmates whispering and passing notes. All was visible under his eye. The windows behind him were good too, reflecting all the light the room needed onto his desk and back, keeping him warm despite the winter weather.
He watched the others calm slightly once he left their immediate sight, turning their attention back to the liar he’d learned about last night. Bafflingly, they listened with rapt attention to her story about convincing some prince to forgive convicted criminals. She spared an obvious look behind her, locking eyes with him, as she mentioned that everyone deserves a second chance.
How despicable of her, using his own unpopularity to make herself look better.
He was almost impressed.
Almost.
He glared at her and she gasped, folding in on herself so everyone else would take pity and comfort her. Her acting wasn’t even that good; she couldn’t cry on command and her shoulders shook, not like repressed sobs, but like she was violently shrugging. He directed children who were better actors.
But despite the girl’s bad acting, her seatmate rushed to comfort her, rubbing her hand over her back and murmuring in her ear. Their surrounding classmates, excluding Adrien who did his best to ignore Felix, glared back at him.
He couldn’t help himself. He smirked.
“Excuse me.”
At the stern words, Felix turned his attention to a new problem: the black-haired girl. Out of the entire medley of videos Adrien had received on the anniversary of Aunt Emilie’s disappearance (a month after his father’s death, for which he’d received no word from Adrien, not even a text of condolence—), her video had memorable. She’d confessed her love to Adrien, sappy and heartfelt and so genuine that he couldn’t help but pity her. Adrien wasn’t a good person to fall in love with; he was more likely to string her along to ‘keep the peace’ than reject her outright.
But that was then, and this was now. And now, she was an enemy with close access to both his person and personal items. Who knew what she could do—
“My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” she continued, a light tilt to her head. “I’m the class president, so feel free to ask if you need something. However, I must ask you not to start anything with the rest of the class.”
He sneered. “I assure you, Mlle. Dupain-Cheng—I am not here to start anything. That won’t stop me from finishing it though.”
“That’s fine,” she agreed. Felix blinked in surprise. “Self-defense is self-defense. But I would make sure you have evidence that you weren’t the one in the wrong. Certain members of staff tend to victim blame.” Her eyes flicked to the front of the class, where Mme. Bustier was trying to bring the class to order.
“That’s absurd.”
“That’s reality. I just thought you ought to be warned, considering how everyone already hates you.”
“Oh? You noticed that, didn’t you?” Voice dripping with sarcasm and a curled lip, Felix looked down at her. “And you’re different, right? You’re willing to be on my side, defend me from your bad classmates, comfort me when your friends bully me?” He scoffed. “Save it.”
She sighed. “Think whatever you like, but I’m not trying to use you. I’m not a liar. Besides, I doubt they consider me their friend anymore. If they harass you, then they’ll harass me too.”
He studied her for a moment. She looked tired: dark bruises hung under her blue eyes and little strands of hair stuck out of her pigtails, like she hadn’t bothered to properly dress her hair. “…You’re not in the back out of choice, are you?” He already knew the answer.
“That’s right.”
“You said that you’re not a liar. You were referring to the Volpina girl?”
Her eyes widened. “Her name’s Lila Rossi. You know she’s a liar?”
Felix rolled his eyes, promptly forgetting the name before it stuck. He didn’t want to remember anyone. “I can do basic research, yes.”
“You shouldn’t bring it up to the others then.”
“What? You don’t think they deserve to know—”
He watched warily as her frame trembled and her fists clenched. “Of course they deserve to know; they just won’t listen! They’re so trapped in the lie that Lila’s an amazing person who needs their help and that she’ll help them fulfill their dreams that they can’t listen to reason.” She calmed herself down, breathing deeply. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten angry. But they hate me because I tried to tell them the truth. Don’t give them another reason to hate you.”
He scoffed. “And I’m supposed to assume you don’t hate me? I saw your little video, Mlle. Dupain-Cheng. I know how you feel about my cousin. And I was the one who tried to ruin his reputation.” So show your true colors, went unsaid.
“I don’t hate you, M. Graham de Vanily.” He scoffed again. “I don’t! I’m angry at you, yes, but… I would like to give you a chance. I don’t know the circumstances that led to your… behavior two weeks ago, but regardless, I’m willing to give you a chance at friendship… provided that you don’t do something so cruel again.” She looked away, her cheeks ruddy. “If you want.”
His eyes narrowed. Pretty words from a pretty girl, but did she mean them? “Do you always forgive so easily?”
“I try to.”
“That’s a good way to get stabbed in the back.”
She smiled, close-lipped and bitter. “That has been happening a lot lately. It’s alright though; I’m willing to risk another stab wound.”
He hadn’t expected that. What on earth had been happening in Adrien’s class? They seemed close before, from what he saw online and through their videos, but to isolate and hurt one girl to the point that she’d be willing to risk friendship with him out of all people…
Before he could think of a response, Mme. Bustier finally called the class to order as they started their lesson for the day.
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charlietheepic7 · 1 year
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Chapter 29 of Hey, Little Songbird is out, so here’s some memes
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And when Eurydice said “I wanna lie down forever”? I really felt that.
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jordynnishumann · 1 year
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when Eurydice sang “I wanna lie down forever” I felt that
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september1st1899 · 2 years
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oracleofdiscord · 2 years
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