One of the oddest pairings LOST has presented is Boone and Shannon, who really ought to stick to being brother and sister. This is a reflection on their relationship to the tune of John Denver's Bread and Roses. Here's hoping their lives are a little less complicated in the Sideways storyline.
Boone and Shannon
He said she was his sister, but that wasn’t quite the case,
For a fierce infatuation was emblazoned on his face
As he stood and criticized her for her superficial tannin’,
Knowing she would just berate him. Boone and Shannon, Boone and Shannon.
She said he was her brother. That’s a matter for debate.
When their parents wed each other, he was ten and she was eight.
Surely such romantic ardor wasn’t what they had been plannin’,
But it’s what was in the cards for Boone and Shannon, Boone and Shannon.
They said that they were siblings, and they tossed the “step” away.
Did they need a stern reminder that the game they tried to play
Was a deviant idea that deserved a brutal bannin’?
Will another life be kind to Boone and Shannon, Boone and Shannon?
Will another life be kind to Boone and Shannon, Boone and Shannon?
LOST recaps and filksongs, with links to the songs that inspired them; non-LOST song lyrics are at bilbopooh.blogspot.com. All are unauthorized, and no infringement is intended; new lyrics © Erin McCarty.
Showing posts with label 1-13 - Hearts and Minds. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1-13 - Hearts and Minds. Show all posts
Monday, March 22, 2010
Saturday, April 7, 2007
Eye of the Island (Eye of the Tiger, Frankie Sullivan / Jim Peterik)
I had a massive LOST marathon last night with my brother, and re-watching Locke's pep talks to Jack in White Rabbit and Boone in Hearts and Minds inspired this Eye of the Tiger parody.
Eye of the Island
Listen up! I got to meet
That strange force that entrances.
Bathed in mystery, I'm back on my feet,
And I never have felt so alive.
So many crimes have peppered our pasts;
We've all survived sordid stories.
Perhaps this trip's meant to free us at last.
We can write our own futures and thrive.
It's the eye of the Island. What a beautiful sight!
I've been drawn since the day of our arrival
To this presence that drives me, filling me with delight.
I am thrilled and enthralled by the eye of the island.
Seeking grace, ducking defeat,
We are thirsty and hungry.
We're starved for meaning much more than for meat.
We'll be tested the rest of our lives.
It's the eye of the Island. What a beautiful sight!
I've been drawn since the day of our arrival
To this presence that drives me, filling me with delight.
I am thrilled and enthralled by the eye of the island.
Listen up! It's time to stop
Being bound by your story.
With a clean slate, you can start from the top,
And you'll never have felt so alive.
It's the eye of the Island. What a beautiful sight!
I've been drawn since the day of our arrival
To this presence that drives me, filling me with delight.
I am thrilled and enthralled by the eye of the island.
The eye of the Island.
The eye of the Island.
The eye of the Island.
The eye of the Island...
Eye of the Island
Listen up! I got to meet
That strange force that entrances.
Bathed in mystery, I'm back on my feet,
And I never have felt so alive.
So many crimes have peppered our pasts;
We've all survived sordid stories.
Perhaps this trip's meant to free us at last.
We can write our own futures and thrive.
It's the eye of the Island. What a beautiful sight!
I've been drawn since the day of our arrival
To this presence that drives me, filling me with delight.
I am thrilled and enthralled by the eye of the island.
Seeking grace, ducking defeat,
We are thirsty and hungry.
We're starved for meaning much more than for meat.
We'll be tested the rest of our lives.
It's the eye of the Island. What a beautiful sight!
I've been drawn since the day of our arrival
To this presence that drives me, filling me with delight.
I am thrilled and enthralled by the eye of the island.
Listen up! It's time to stop
Being bound by your story.
With a clean slate, you can start from the top,
And you'll never have felt so alive.
It's the eye of the Island. What a beautiful sight!
I've been drawn since the day of our arrival
To this presence that drives me, filling me with delight.
I am thrilled and enthralled by the eye of the island.
The eye of the Island.
The eye of the Island.
The eye of the Island.
The eye of the Island...
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