Oh, thank you all very much for earworming me with this song. We used to perform it with our ridiculous Celtic music on Appalachian instruments band, so I know ALL THE LYRICS. And man, are there a lot of lyrics.
...burning baby fish swimming all round your head.
Drusilla ,'Conversations with Dead People'
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Liese S. - Nov 10, 2010 6:42:19 am PST #8088 of 30000
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
WindSparrow - Nov 10, 2010 6:47:09 am PST #8089 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Oh, thank you all very much for earworming me with this song.
I grew up in Cleveland. It's my default earworm.
Liese S. - Nov 10, 2010 6:49:21 am PST #8090 of 30000
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Hee. So did I. Or at least near enough.
WindSparrow - Nov 10, 2010 6:53:00 am PST #8091 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Why am I coming up with Ashtabula, Liese?
DCJensen - Nov 10, 2010 7:30:47 am PST #8092 of 30000
All is well that ends in pizza.
If Gordon Lightfoot is going to be changing lyrics, I'd suggest he change "Chippewa" to "Ojibwe."
Barb - Nov 10, 2010 7:33:37 am PST #8093 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
Morning all-- Seska, I'm sorry your uni's being total fuckheads and I'm with Andi in wanting to take Bertha the Big Black Baseball Bat and apply it liberally until someone listens.
Unlike Andi, however, who is much, much nicer than me, I feel no remorse over the cavewoman approach.
Of course, I've just lost two hours to searching for something on iTunes that either refuses to be found or is hiding in plain site, so I may be a bit cross.
Liese S. - Nov 10, 2010 7:34:39 am PST #8094 of 30000
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Because that's right? More or less, again. Champion, if you want to get down to brass tacks. Warren, Youngstown, I usually just keep going in order of magnitude until I hit one someone's heard of. My own actual town is so small it doesn't even have a zipcode.
It was so awesome to visit it, though, this past Ohio trip, and see my childhood friend.
WindSparrow - Nov 10, 2010 7:55:15 am PST #8095 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Champion I hadn't heard of, but if its that small, then I don't feel bad.
Liese S. - Nov 10, 2010 7:58:52 am PST #8096 of 30000
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Super super small! We have this thing where everyone in Ohio knows where everywhere else in Ohio is, but yeah, Champion always befuddles everyone. It's a great name for a town to grow up in, though, isn't it?
We had a big old rambly lot there, a pond, barn, woods, fruit trees, a little stream. Daffodils and cattails and lots of places to get safely lost.
When I think about that house it's one of my favorite memories, and totally the place I would buy back if I were a rock star. It was completely passive solar aligned, big beautiful windows overlooking the south-facing pond, but with a carefully measured porch so it wasn't too hot in the summer. I remember playing in the lines of winter sunlight in the living room, with my mom in the kitchen just adjacent, fire going in the fireplace.
It was so idyllic it's ridiculous. Of course, it was also a steel town in its heyday, and it's not like that these days. But o the halcyon days of youth.
§ ita § - Nov 10, 2010 8:06:16 am PST #8097 of 30000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.