ShelbyDawn57
Neo - Philocalist
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Thanks for all who have offered a voice in this.
After significant research, I have discovered that while it may be admissible by the admins of this site, the use of copyrighted song lyrics in fiction falls outside 'fair use' as what we do is not educational(I know, I know, we can debate this, but seriously).
As for transformative, the legal opinion I found states that because song lyrics are so short, the percentage of usage is burdensome and while it might be found acceptable in court, that would be an expensive way to find out.
Options are to find a song that is public domain, to get permission, which since we are writing erotica might be problematic, or to just use the song as a reference without quoting lyrics.
Thanks again. Continue discussing if you wish. I have my plan of action. Thanks again.
EDIT:
MC has been asked to sing the song with a small group performing traditional folk music.
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“Just relax and listen to the music.” Cloe smiled and put her fiddle to her chin. Iain started beating a rhythm with his drum. Sean joined in on his concertina. That’s what the small accordion was called. Cloe joined on her fiddle and started humming the melody in an ethereal soprano, floating lightly above the sound of her fiddle.
I scanned the lyrics. It was called ‘My Mother’s Savage Daughter’ and spoke of a daughter that was outside the lines, rebellious, a girl with her own distinctive voice. It was an anthem to being oneself.
I could do this. Cloe was looking at me with anticipation in her eyes. I nodded.
She sang a verse and nodded at me. I joined her for the chorus. Cloe and I had a natural harmony. My lower notes added an almost angry feeling to the words.
Two more verses. I could feel our words getting stronger and fiercer. I was the savage daughter. Outside the norm, beyond what anybody expected a girl to be. The challenges I was facing were the sharp stones I cursed. The words filled me with a feeling of power, almost rage.
We sang the last chorus three times, except it was “We” not “I.” This was a song for all women, even women like me. Maybe especially women like me. Iain’s drum got louder and louder as he fed on our voices, as if he were driving us to go further.
As Cloe and I sang the last chorus again and again, I felt this surge of confidence coursing through me. That last line was so ironic in its symbolism. No, I would not cut my hair. I would not be quiet. I would be me.
They played another chorus with just the instruments while I caught my breath and laughed.
After significant research, I have discovered that while it may be admissible by the admins of this site, the use of copyrighted song lyrics in fiction falls outside 'fair use' as what we do is not educational(I know, I know, we can debate this, but seriously).
As for transformative, the legal opinion I found states that because song lyrics are so short, the percentage of usage is burdensome and while it might be found acceptable in court, that would be an expensive way to find out.
Options are to find a song that is public domain, to get permission, which since we are writing erotica might be problematic, or to just use the song as a reference without quoting lyrics.
Thanks again. Continue discussing if you wish. I have my plan of action. Thanks again.
EDIT:
MC has been asked to sing the song with a small group performing traditional folk music.
---
“Just relax and listen to the music.” Cloe smiled and put her fiddle to her chin. Iain started beating a rhythm with his drum. Sean joined in on his concertina. That’s what the small accordion was called. Cloe joined on her fiddle and started humming the melody in an ethereal soprano, floating lightly above the sound of her fiddle.
I scanned the lyrics. It was called ‘My Mother’s Savage Daughter’ and spoke of a daughter that was outside the lines, rebellious, a girl with her own distinctive voice. It was an anthem to being oneself.
I could do this. Cloe was looking at me with anticipation in her eyes. I nodded.
She sang a verse and nodded at me. I joined her for the chorus. Cloe and I had a natural harmony. My lower notes added an almost angry feeling to the words.
Two more verses. I could feel our words getting stronger and fiercer. I was the savage daughter. Outside the norm, beyond what anybody expected a girl to be. The challenges I was facing were the sharp stones I cursed. The words filled me with a feeling of power, almost rage.
We sang the last chorus three times, except it was “We” not “I.” This was a song for all women, even women like me. Maybe especially women like me. Iain’s drum got louder and louder as he fed on our voices, as if he were driving us to go further.
As Cloe and I sang the last chorus again and again, I felt this surge of confidence coursing through me. That last line was so ironic in its symbolism. No, I would not cut my hair. I would not be quiet. I would be me.
They played another chorus with just the instruments while I caught my breath and laughed.
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