Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Kashmir ❯ Kashmir ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Really, this isn't R at all, more like pg... really


Led Zeppelin is my FAVORITE band

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, nor (as much as I wish) I do not own Jimmy Page, Robert Plant, John Paul Jones or John Bonham's or their wonderful song writing/ guitar playing/singing/bass and keyboard skills/drum playing... but it is my cell phone ring! (Yes I am well aware it sounds more like its made for elevators and it does not have Robert Plant's wonderful voice on it)

Parings: H/D (well, that was easy!)



Kashmir

Song credits: Led Zeppelin (on 'Physical Graffiti')


Have you ever seen him dance?

Yes him, you know the one with the braid, my boyfriend?

Yes him.

Well have you?

If you have it's not a maybe.

You would know for sure, he's not easy to miss.

I can't help watching every time he dances.

I can't explain it you can't recreate it.

It is purely him.

I can't help but watch.

Like right now.

I am up stairs looking over the balcony at one of Quatre's mansions.

He is down stairs, in the living room.

Completely oblivious to every thing but the song and the beat.

Everyone can hear the song.

The beat fits him completely.

A lot of skillful guitar work, heavy drumming, talented keyboard work

And awesome vocals.

Led Zeppelin is his favorite band

Classic rock.

He doesn't even listen to any new music

I can see why.

Techno doesn't fit him.

It's mechanical.

No fluent sounds, no fluent lyrics, so that means no fluent movements.

This song is his favorite.

Kashmir.

Kashmir
(Bonham/Jones/Page/Plant)

Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream
I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been
To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen
They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed

Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear
But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear
Oh, oh.

Oh, I been flying... mama, there ain't no denyin'
I've been flying, ain't no denyin', no denyin'

All I see turns to brown, as the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasted land
Trying to find, trying to find where I've been.

Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream
Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream
My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again
Sure as the dust that floats high in June, when movin' through Kashmir.

Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years
With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear
Ohh.

When I'm on, when I'm on my way, yeah
When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah

Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when I'm down...
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I'm down, so down
Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there

Let me take you there. Let me take you there



Bailey Note:
That took and awkward turn. But I like it. I hope you do to.

Please review! I know these stories are different but I really like this story!