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Monday, 03 March 2008 13:17:02
like i said yesterday... i was dying for serenity but i decided the next best thing that would satisfy my craving was watching a few episodes of firefly. it turned out that i watched Jaynestown, the Message, and Objects in Space... i also say another one of my favorite Jayne and Mal moments was in Jaynestown when they are in the bar and the folk singer starts singing "the Hero of Canton" and mal says "Jayne...?" and jayne says "...yeah Mal" with even more confusion than usual. the acting in that scene is great... anything between nathan and adam is GOLDEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Monday, 03 March 2008 17:07:01
Mine heart ish proken into little pits, I tells you friend what for; Mine schweet-heart, von coot patriotic kirl, She trives me off mit der war. I fights for her der pattles of te flag, I schtrikes so prave as I can; Put now long time she nix remempers me, And coes mit another man. CHORUS: Ach! Mein fraulein! You ish so ferry unkind! You coes mit Hans to Zhermany to live, And leaves poor Schnapps pehind, And leaves poor Schnapps pehind. I march all tay, no matter if der schtorm Pe worse ash Moses' flood; I lays all night, mine head upon a schtump, And "sinks to schleep" in der mud. Der nightmare comes -- I catch him ferry pad -- I treams I schleeps mit der ghost; I wakes next morning frozen in der ground, So schtiff as von schtone post. CHORUS They kives me hartpred, tougher as a rock -- It almost preaks mein zhaw; I schplits him sometimes mit an iron wedge, And cuts him up mid a saw. They kive me peef, so ferry, ferry salt, Like Sodom's wife, you know; I surely dinks they put him in der prine Von huntred year aco. CHORUS Py'n py we takes von city in der south -- We schtays there von whole year; I kits me sourcrout, much as I can eat, Und blenty loccar pier. I meets von laty repel in der schtreet, So handsome effer I see: I makes to her von ferry callant pow -- Put ah! She schpits on me. CHORUS "Hart times!" You say, "what for you folunteer?" I told you, friend, what for: Mine schweet-heart, von goot patriotic kirl, She trove me off mit der war. Alas! Alas! Mine bretty little von Vill schmile no more on me; Put schtill I fights de pattles of te flag To set mine countries free. CHORUS No real point behind this; don't have any thing to say or any fiction bits to throw out.