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Showing posts with label Joanna. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Joanna. Show all posts
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Joanna (Rosanna, David Paich)
"You think you're all noble and heroic for coming after me? I was fine! You're not the only one who knows what to do around here, you know that? I run a business! Who appointed you our savior, huh?"
- Boone, White Rabbit
We never got to know Joanna, the castaway who drowned less than a week after the crash of Flight 815, and neither did much of anybody else. Here Jack runs the gamut of emotions before ultimately using her tragic death as an impetus for a more united camp, to the tune of Toto's Rosanna.
Joanna
Boone: Think you’re noble, Jack? Well, I didn’t need a savior, and someone died.
Joanna, Joanna.
She only drowned ‘cause you interfered and wasted time on me.
Joanna.
All you had to do was abandon me, but no, you couldn’t get that right.
Joanna, Joanna.
You didn’t think I could handle myself? I beg to disagree.
Jack: I’m sorry, Boone, but just go away. Joanna’s dead.
Never saw her before today.
Helping doesn’t pay. Helping doesn’t pay. Joanna’s dead.
Helping doesn’t pay. Helping doesn’t pay. Joanna’s dead.
Kate: Jack, you look exhausted. Go and get some rest. Nobody doubts you tried.
Jack: Joanna, Joanna.
I gotta go; what I think I see must mean I’m going mad.
Joanna.
Overcome with guilt, and I shudder at the judgment in my father’s eyes.
Joanna, Joanna.
I never thought, even with him dead, I’d have to dodge my dad.
I’m sorry, Kate. Need to get away. Joanna’s dead.
Never saw her before today.
Now, my dad would say, “Let it go, okay? Joanna’s dead.”
But I can’t obey. Need to get away. Joanna’s dead.
Okay, I have a few things to say. Joanna’s dead,
But Boone tried saving her today.
Put your barbs away. Fighting’s not okay. That angst will spread.
There’s a better way. If we’re here to stay, let’s bond instead.
If we’re here to stay, if we’re here to stay, let’s bond instead.
If we’re here to stay, if we’re here to stay, let’s bond instead.
You Say That the Series Is Over (You Say That the Battle Is Over, David Mallett)
The series may be over, but a LOST balladeer's work is never done. Here I pledge to focus much of my post-LOST writing efforts on the show's minor characters. Not that I will be able to resist the more major ones when they come calling... Here's me to the tune of John Denver's You Say That the Battle Is Over.
You Say That the Series Is Over
And you say that the series is over.
At last, all this LOST talk is done.
You’re up the wrong tree if you’re talking to me;
My musing has only begun.
And I can guarantee that I’ll get season six.
I will not be deterred by the cost.
Yes, I’m going to buy it and faithfully try
To honor the losers of LOST.
And you say that the series is over.
You think my fixation should cease.
Ah, but you would be wrong, since I know there’s a song
For a dozen more redshirts at least.
There are those who appeared in a flashback or two.
There are those who fell back in year one.
Though we didn’t know them so we didn’t weep,
Resurrecting them now would be fun.
For the series has shown that although just a few
Fought the fight and have finished the race,
It is proper to cherish the peons who perish
And hope that they too are afforded some grace.
From Scott and Joanna to Zoe and Bram,
Here’s a toast to those women and men.
LOST cast them aside and they violently died,
But they also will find life again.
And you say that the series is over.
At last, all this LOST talk is done.
You’re up the wrong tree if you’re talking to me;
My musing has only begun.
And I can guarantee that I’ll get season six.
I will not be deterred by the cost.
Yes, I’m going to buy it and faithfully try
To honor the losers of LOST.
Yes, I’m going to buy it and faithfully try
To honor the losers of LOST.
You Say That the Series Is Over
And you say that the series is over.
At last, all this LOST talk is done.
You’re up the wrong tree if you’re talking to me;
My musing has only begun.
And I can guarantee that I’ll get season six.
I will not be deterred by the cost.
Yes, I’m going to buy it and faithfully try
To honor the losers of LOST.
And you say that the series is over.
You think my fixation should cease.
Ah, but you would be wrong, since I know there’s a song
For a dozen more redshirts at least.
There are those who appeared in a flashback or two.
There are those who fell back in year one.
Though we didn’t know them so we didn’t weep,
Resurrecting them now would be fun.
For the series has shown that although just a few
Fought the fight and have finished the race,
It is proper to cherish the peons who perish
And hope that they too are afforded some grace.
From Scott and Joanna to Zoe and Bram,
Here’s a toast to those women and men.
LOST cast them aside and they violently died,
But they also will find life again.
And you say that the series is over.
At last, all this LOST talk is done.
You’re up the wrong tree if you’re talking to me;
My musing has only begun.
And I can guarantee that I’ll get season six.
I will not be deterred by the cost.
Yes, I’m going to buy it and faithfully try
To honor the losers of LOST.
Yes, I’m going to buy it and faithfully try
To honor the losers of LOST.
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