Jack: Don't. It's not real. Look, you want to push the button, you do it yourself.
Locke: If it's not real, then what are you doing here, Jack? Why did you come back? - Orientation
Here's a song involving John and Jack's argument down in the hatch at the end of Orientation, to the tune of Pinocchio's I've Got No Strings. Jack finally gives in, but real faith doesn't come until much later...
I’ve Got No Faith
Jack: I’ve got no faith in destiny.
I only trust what I can see.
You have faith, but luckily,
There is no faith in me.
Desmond was clearly cracked.
Nothing’s gonna happen, John.
This hatch would stay intact
Even if we all were gone.
John: You’ve got no faith? Then tell me, Jack,
Why did you bother coming back?
Trust the film. This job’s for two.
I know there’s faith in you.
Sayid: He has no faith, so let him be.
This argument is boring me.
Step aside, and I will do
What Jack refuses to.
Kate: You have no faith. I’m with you there.
But this is giving me a scare.
Just in case the tape is true,
I’d push if I were you.
Jack: John, you’re a silly sheep.
Desmond didn’t have a clue.
John: Why won’t you take the leap?
I believe, but I need you.
Alarm: BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Jack: (pushes button) There’s still no faith in me!
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Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
See You in Another Life (Shanghai Breezes, John Denver)
"See you in another life, yeah?"
- Desmond, Orientation
By the end of the season two finale, disoriented Scotsman Desmond had become one of my favorite characters on LOST. In the beginning of the season, he seemed totally unhinged in Island times but sage and serene in Jack's flashback. When I first saw him taking five with Jack in those bleachers, I had no idea how important and beloved he would become. Here's a reflection by Desmond just before his first departure from the Island, with just a hint of season six thrown in, to the tune of John Denver's Shanghai Breezes.
See You In Another Life
Promise me that if, by some strange miracle,
The computer starts to work again,
You’ll cast away your pride. Oh, Jack, don’t be a fool.
Don’t wait; it will be too late then.
You want to see what happens when the clock runs out?
I hope by then I’m far away.
First, a little something to reduce your doubt:
We were running buddies in L. A.
I remember you now from Los Angeles, mate,
About to take the surgeon’s knife.
My meeting you here feels a whole lot like fate,
So I’ll see you in another life.
Learn the numbers. They start with a four and an eight.
There’s fifteen and then sixteen, too.
And these numbers, the ones I so thoroughly hate,
End twenty-three, forty-two.
I’m sorry that the woman who I helped you save
Is not wed to you anymore.
Brother, let it go. The consequences will be grave
If you don’t perform this little chore.
I remember you now from Los Angeles, mate,
About to take the surgeon’s knife.
And my meeting you here feels a whole lot like fate,
So I’ll see you in another life.
In another life, I’ll see you,
No doubt in my mind.
In another life, I’m key to
Unearthing what you yearn to find.
I remember you now from Los Angeles, mate,
About to take the surgeon’s knife.
And my meeting you here feels a whole lot like fate,
So I’ll see you in another life.
I remember you now from Los Angeles, mate,
About to take the surgeon’s knife.
And my meeting you here feels a whole lot like fate,
So I’ll see you in another life.
Yes, I will see you in another life.
Shangai Breezes
- Desmond, Orientation
By the end of the season two finale, disoriented Scotsman Desmond had become one of my favorite characters on LOST. In the beginning of the season, he seemed totally unhinged in Island times but sage and serene in Jack's flashback. When I first saw him taking five with Jack in those bleachers, I had no idea how important and beloved he would become. Here's a reflection by Desmond just before his first departure from the Island, with just a hint of season six thrown in, to the tune of John Denver's Shanghai Breezes.
See You In Another Life
Promise me that if, by some strange miracle,
The computer starts to work again,
You’ll cast away your pride. Oh, Jack, don’t be a fool.
Don’t wait; it will be too late then.
You want to see what happens when the clock runs out?
I hope by then I’m far away.
First, a little something to reduce your doubt:
We were running buddies in L. A.
I remember you now from Los Angeles, mate,
About to take the surgeon’s knife.
My meeting you here feels a whole lot like fate,
So I’ll see you in another life.
Learn the numbers. They start with a four and an eight.
There’s fifteen and then sixteen, too.
And these numbers, the ones I so thoroughly hate,
End twenty-three, forty-two.
I’m sorry that the woman who I helped you save
Is not wed to you anymore.
Brother, let it go. The consequences will be grave
If you don’t perform this little chore.
I remember you now from Los Angeles, mate,
About to take the surgeon’s knife.
And my meeting you here feels a whole lot like fate,
So I’ll see you in another life.
In another life, I’ll see you,
No doubt in my mind.
In another life, I’m key to
Unearthing what you yearn to find.
I remember you now from Los Angeles, mate,
About to take the surgeon’s knife.
And my meeting you here feels a whole lot like fate,
So I’ll see you in another life.
I remember you now from Los Angeles, mate,
About to take the surgeon’s knife.
And my meeting you here feels a whole lot like fate,
So I’ll see you in another life.
Yes, I will see you in another life.
Shangai Breezes
Friday, February 19, 2010
Don't Tell Me What I Can't Do! (I Don't Mind If I Do, Traditional)
"Don't tell me what I can't do!"
- John, Walkabout
If there's one word I associate with LOST's John Locke, it's "destiny," but if there's one phrase, it's "Don't tell me what I can't do!" Here's a song reflecting that, to the tune of the Irish Rovers' I Don't Mind If I Do.
Don’t Tell Me What I Can’t Do!
You asked me to tell you my favorite phrase,
The one I’ll repeat to the end of my days,
The one that’s stuck with me like paper to glue.
It’s the seven words “Don’t tell me what I can’t do!”
No you don’t, ‘cause I can.
I’m a Do Anything That I Wanna Do man.
My name is John Locke, and a hunter am I.
Some say I’m a farmer, but that is a lie.
When someone suggests it, I give him a clue
When I counter with, “Don’t tell me what I can’t do!”
No you don’t, ‘cause I can.
I’m a Do Anything That I Wanna Do man.
When I was a scrawny teen struggling through school,
My professor said, “Listen, John. Don’t be a fool.
You’re meant for this science camp. Sports aren’t for you.”
But I yelled at him, “Don’t tell me what I can’t do!”
No you don’t, ‘cause I can.
I’m a Do Anything That I Wanna Do man.
I wanted to discover who my long-lost dad was.
They found him but said to me, “Don’t think because
You share the same blood that he’ll care about you.”
But I shouted back, “Don’t tell me what I can’t do!”
No you don’t, ‘cause I can.
I’m a Do Anything That I Wanna Do man.
Well, I met with a woman who thought I was grand,
And I was about to ask her for her hand.
She said, “Drop your dad; he’ll just hurt you anew.”
So I had to cry, “Don’t tell me what I can’t do!”
No you don’t, ‘cause I can.
I’m a Do Anything That I Wanna Do man.
In need of renewal and fully prepared,
I set off for a walkabout, but one of them dared
To say that my wheels were a problem. On cue,
I lashed out with, “Don’t tell me what I can’t do!”
No you don’t, ‘cause I can.
I’m a Do Anything That I Wanna Do man.
Now I’m on the Island and I’ve been reborn.
I'm no longer a loser, no longer forlorn.
If you think of crossing me, let me review:
I will always say, “Don’t tell me what I can’t do!”
No you don’t, ‘cause I can.
I’m a Do Anything That I Wanna Do man.
No you don’t, ‘cause I can.
I’m a Do Anything That I Wanna Do man!
- John, Walkabout
If there's one word I associate with LOST's John Locke, it's "destiny," but if there's one phrase, it's "Don't tell me what I can't do!" Here's a song reflecting that, to the tune of the Irish Rovers' I Don't Mind If I Do.
Don’t Tell Me What I Can’t Do!
You asked me to tell you my favorite phrase,
The one I’ll repeat to the end of my days,
The one that’s stuck with me like paper to glue.
It’s the seven words “Don’t tell me what I can’t do!”
No you don’t, ‘cause I can.
I’m a Do Anything That I Wanna Do man.
My name is John Locke, and a hunter am I.
Some say I’m a farmer, but that is a lie.
When someone suggests it, I give him a clue
When I counter with, “Don’t tell me what I can’t do!”
No you don’t, ‘cause I can.
I’m a Do Anything That I Wanna Do man.
When I was a scrawny teen struggling through school,
My professor said, “Listen, John. Don’t be a fool.
You’re meant for this science camp. Sports aren’t for you.”
But I yelled at him, “Don’t tell me what I can’t do!”
No you don’t, ‘cause I can.
I’m a Do Anything That I Wanna Do man.
I wanted to discover who my long-lost dad was.
They found him but said to me, “Don’t think because
You share the same blood that he’ll care about you.”
But I shouted back, “Don’t tell me what I can’t do!”
No you don’t, ‘cause I can.
I’m a Do Anything That I Wanna Do man.
Well, I met with a woman who thought I was grand,
And I was about to ask her for her hand.
She said, “Drop your dad; he’ll just hurt you anew.”
So I had to cry, “Don’t tell me what I can’t do!”
No you don’t, ‘cause I can.
I’m a Do Anything That I Wanna Do man.
In need of renewal and fully prepared,
I set off for a walkabout, but one of them dared
To say that my wheels were a problem. On cue,
I lashed out with, “Don’t tell me what I can’t do!”
No you don’t, ‘cause I can.
I’m a Do Anything That I Wanna Do man.
Now I’m on the Island and I’ve been reborn.
I'm no longer a loser, no longer forlorn.
If you think of crossing me, let me review:
I will always say, “Don’t tell me what I can’t do!”
No you don’t, ‘cause I can.
I’m a Do Anything That I Wanna Do man.
No you don’t, ‘cause I can.
I’m a Do Anything That I Wanna Do man!
Thursday, February 18, 2010
My Old Man's a Conman (My Old Man's a Dustman, Lonnie Donegan)
One thing we're learning on LOST is that John Locke has been manipulated many times throughout his life. But he's also manipulated others, as when he got Sawyer to kill Anthony Cooper for him. John didn't explain a thing to him beforehand. If he had, I imagine his explanation would have gone something like this, to the tune of Lonnie Donegan's My Old Man's a Dustman, as performed by the Irish Rovers. (Somehow I mixed up the last two verses when I wrote this; I guess the fourth verse always seemed more like a conclusion to me than the fifth. And I like the ending I've got, so the last two don't quite match up with the recording...)
My Old Man’s a Conman
Now, here’s a little story of many nasty shocks
That ended with my father arriving in a box.
I come to you now wiser. Richard clued me in.
We have a common rival, James. Let’s see… Where do I begin?
Oh, my old man’s a conman. He went by Sawyer too.
Can’t bring myself to kill him, so I'll just leave it up to you.
You’re capable of murder and you’ve searched for him so long.
Fulfilling your oath would help us both. Tell me, how could that be wrong?
When he and I first met, James, he led me to believe
He wanted to befriend me, but I was just naïve.
I gladly gave my kidney, for it seemed like destiny.
But when I went to see him next, he wouldn’t talk to me!
Oh, my old man’s a conman. He went by Sawyer too.
Can’t bring myself to kill him, so I'll just leave it up to you.
Now, though he had betrayed me, I mourned him when he died,
But then I spotted a parked car, and there he was inside.
He told me that he’d wronged me, and he almost seemed sincere -
Till he used me yet again! The outcome was severe.
Oh, my old man’s a conman. He went by Sawyer too.
Can’t bring myself to kill him, so I'll just leave it up to you.
I found some dirt on him one day and told him what I knew.
He said that my suspicions were unfounded and untrue.
I stood there by the window and almost bought his line -
(spoken) Then, James, he pushed me out, shattering my spine!
My old man’s a conman. He went by Sawyer too.
Can’t bring myself to kill him, so I'll just leave it up to you.
Now, my old man’s a conman who, one time long ago,
Seduced a lovely lady, James, and he took her husband’s dough.
(spoken) That fella was your dad.
He learned about the con
And shot his wife and shot himself and…
(spoken) James, need I go on?
Oh, my old man’s a conman. He went by Sawyer too.
Can’t bring myself to kill him, so I'll just leave it up to you.
It’s thanks to this same conman your life has been oh so sad.
So, sure as my name’s John, then, you’re meant to kill my dad!
My Old Man’s a Conman
Now, here’s a little story of many nasty shocks
That ended with my father arriving in a box.
I come to you now wiser. Richard clued me in.
We have a common rival, James. Let’s see… Where do I begin?
Oh, my old man’s a conman. He went by Sawyer too.
Can’t bring myself to kill him, so I'll just leave it up to you.
You’re capable of murder and you’ve searched for him so long.
Fulfilling your oath would help us both. Tell me, how could that be wrong?
When he and I first met, James, he led me to believe
He wanted to befriend me, but I was just naïve.
I gladly gave my kidney, for it seemed like destiny.
But when I went to see him next, he wouldn’t talk to me!
Oh, my old man’s a conman. He went by Sawyer too.
Can’t bring myself to kill him, so I'll just leave it up to you.
Now, though he had betrayed me, I mourned him when he died,
But then I spotted a parked car, and there he was inside.
He told me that he’d wronged me, and he almost seemed sincere -
Till he used me yet again! The outcome was severe.
Oh, my old man’s a conman. He went by Sawyer too.
Can’t bring myself to kill him, so I'll just leave it up to you.
I found some dirt on him one day and told him what I knew.
He said that my suspicions were unfounded and untrue.
I stood there by the window and almost bought his line -
(spoken) Then, James, he pushed me out, shattering my spine!
My old man’s a conman. He went by Sawyer too.
Can’t bring myself to kill him, so I'll just leave it up to you.
Now, my old man’s a conman who, one time long ago,
Seduced a lovely lady, James, and he took her husband’s dough.
(spoken) That fella was your dad.
He learned about the con
And shot his wife and shot himself and…
(spoken) James, need I go on?
Oh, my old man’s a conman. He went by Sawyer too.
Can’t bring myself to kill him, so I'll just leave it up to you.
It’s thanks to this same conman your life has been oh so sad.
So, sure as my name’s John, then, you’re meant to kill my dad!
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