[open quest] Summer school 2019 - geography and music

[Sevda]

She's no singer, no great songstress; but she's witty: clever even and perhaps good with words. So when they come to ask her- when they come to see her present... there is a hesitation in Sevda before she opens her mouth and before she speaks. Beat dropping and something entirely secular ablaze as she kicks into not song and not poetry as it stands; but rap.


[ Insert: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TLWVghYuIYY ]

"I know this place in Beqqy,

(Beqqy, Beqqy, Beqqy)
It’s all kinds of empty.
(Where you at?)
Ain’t seen no trees or rocks,
Cause that’s what Santa Fe got.
(All this fucking rain)

But this place is a bop,
Always been, yeah.
Southward with the Herd and I bounced off the plain.
Carnage- man.

This place is so hot, Semiarid night drops.
What’s that? Oh that? Just hail.

Rainfall, Foxes, Hail, Screamer, and a Steppe.
Wildfires, a burning man.
Thunder but ain’t scared ‘bout it.

Blue muscari and Hyacinthe.
Noah done had a fight about it,
Aodhan thought he gonna get a slice.
Saw her tryna end a life.

Suited up and takin’ to the Fields.
Gotta get to the Herd right?
Sleepless and waiting for the fight.
He talk big but; She hits just right.

Judges voices, she won right?
Saw her while on the way.
She sees me and I’m on time.

I know this place in Beqqy,
(Beqqy, Beqqy, Beqqy)
It’s all kinds of empty.
(Where you at?)
Ain’t seen no trees or rocks,
Cause that’s what Santa Fe got.
(All this fucking rain)

But this place is a bop,
Always been, yeah.
Southward with the Herd and I bounced off the plain.
Carnage- man.

This place is so hot, Semiarid night drops.
What’s that? Oh that? Just hail."

And she thinks to herself, as it ends that... perhaps she should have avoided some areas; but never. History is history and so is geography and song: and the battle had been musical.