Hee. Just...a great image.
Xander's Mom: "No, dear, put down the beer and help me load the car. I have a bad feeling, and everyone else left town and Xander called and said we should go."
Xander's Dad: "Aw, to hell with that kid! He's just a no-good weirdo. He gets that from your side of the...did you feel that? A kind of rumbli--"
Thanks, y'all.
t /indigo girls
But you do realise that we'll be expecting Cohen filks on a regular basis.
Hoo, boy. The spirit's gotta move me, first. It only seems to move me thus every few months. Plus Cohen only works (for me) as Angel's voice. Maybe once I get those S2 DVD's...
I remember you well in the Hyperion Hotel...
I remember you well in the Hyperion Hotel...
And who will be giving head in the unmade bed?
And who will be giving head in the unmade bed?
Lindsey! Lindsey! Lindsey!
That song just cries out for Angel/Lindsey.
Edit -
See?
And here I was planning a plaintive recollection of the whole
Are You Now...
thing.
Porn strikes again.
Maybe I'll do two versions.
Holy shit. Someone needs to songvid that as an Angel/Lindsey.
Damn. It's perfect. Also? Earwormed. Again.
Lover Lover Lover could so easily be Wes/Lilah filk. (nudge)
While there are Cohenites here -- does Suzanne make sense?
While there are Cohenites here -- does Suzanne make sense?
The song? Yeah. It's (and I think the poem form predates the song form) a narrative/biographical/navel gazing thing about a crush he had on a friend's woman when he still lived in Montreal.
She's touched your perfect body with her mind.
I love the stanza about Jesus.