The "?" episode, wherein Eko saw images from his life displayed in a Smokey, suggested to this viewer that Smokeys monitor the Losties lives, possibly all the way from birth. Now lets just suppose, for a moment, that there is a monitoring Smokey assigned especially for John Locke.
Before I continue on, let's admit something: For as much as we love John Locke, listening to him spewing out his encyclopedia of knowledge could be very exasperating to someone who is exposed to it for every minute of every hour of John Locke's life. And that is exactly how his personal Smokey feels.
Therefore, without much further ado, below is a preview of the newest addition to Lost: The Rock Opera (these lyrics are not posted there yet.) The melody is based on The Who song, "Long Live Rock". If you have that record, then go ahead and play it on your DHARMA brand turntable as you sing along.
(In a departure from other songs on the aforementioned website, wholesale lifting of character dialogue was happily committed.)
"Long-winded Locke"
Melody based on "Long Live Rock" by the Who. John Locke sings the verses (in italics). His exasperated monitoring Smokey sings the choruses and the bridge.
Locke: Babies like the feeling of being constricted. It is not until we are older that we develope the desire to be free. Norman Croucher. Norman Croucher, double amputee. He climbed to the top of Mt. Everest, it was his destiny. Hope it's not too late; 'got alot in stock. I've got more to say. Lore by Locke.
Smokey: Long-winded Locke! -- I hear it day and night. Long-winded Locke! -- Blathing all the time. Long-winded Locke! -- More wrong than right.
Locke: Backgammon's the oldest game in the world. Archeologists found sets when they excavated The ruins of ancient Mesopotamia. 5000 years old. Their dice weren't made of plastic, they were made of bones. Two players. Two sides. One is light. One is dark. Chess is dead, they say. I so say Locke.
Smokey: Long-winded Locke! -- Hear it day and night. Long-winded Locke! -- Blathing all the time. Long-winded Locke! -- Be it long and trite.
Hands down, Locke is boring To this Smokey monitoring since he wet his bed. I wish he could hear me yawning. Look again, he aint outta' breath, still aint outta' breath, Locke I dread...
Locke: We know there are wild boar on the island. Razorbacks, by the look of them, I am surmising. The one's that came into the camp last night Were piglets, 100, 150 pounds each. Which means that there's a mother nearby, A 250 pound rat with scimitar-like tusks -- and a surly disposition -- love nothing more than.......
Long-winded Locke! His facts on Norman Croucher weren't right. Long-winded Locke! Got the wrong mountain, he climbed. Long-winded Locke! Do a fact-check next time!!!!
I LOVE IT I LOVE IT! Thanks for starting a filk song board for Lost!
Okay, here's my contribution. It's sung (of course) to the tune "Gilligan's Isle", written by George Wyle and Sherwood Schwartz.
Ben Linus’ Isle
Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful trip.
That started from Austra-li-a,
Aboard a jumbo jet.
Cindy was a pretty stewardess,
The pilot brave and sure.
Two hundred passengers flew off that day,
For a thirteen hour tour, a thirteen hour tour...
The turbulence was getting rough,
The radio was bust.
When suddenly the plane broke in two,
Flight 815 was lost! Flight 815 was lost!
The plane hit ground on the shore of some uncharted creepy isle,
With Hurley, and Charlie too,
The Koreans, Sawyer and Locke,
The Pregnant Chick, doctor Jack and crazy Kate,
Here on Ben Linus’ Isle.
(Here's the finale)
So this is the tale of our castaways,
They're here for a long, long time.
They'll have to make the best of things,
It's an uphill climb.
Funny Hurley and his sidekick Chuck,
Will do their very best,
To make the others comfortable,
In their tropic island nest.
No phones, no lights, no motor cars,
Not a single luxury.
But they haven’t found Otherville,
Which has all of these things.
So join us here each week my friend,
You're sure to get a smile.
And you can concoct theories,
About Ben Linus’ Isle.
Thanks for including it! And the graphics are awesome!
And if you want to add my real name, you may: it's Curt Allred
Thanks, Saukkomies -- aka Curt Alfred. Your real name (or is it? ) is now there!
And, if you want, you can submit more Lost takes on Robert Burns poems. (Is he the guy who wrote the original Gilligan's Isle lyrics? That man was a genius!)
Thanks, Saukkomies -- aka Curt Alfred. Your real name (or is it? ) is now there!
And, if you want, you can submit more Lost takes on Robert Burns poems. (Is he the guy who wrote the original Gilligan's Isle lyrics? That man was a genius!)
Thanks so much! But actually there's a typo in my last name - it's ALLRED, not ALFRED. And that's really my real life genuine name. I thought it would be nice to hang it on the song so that if anyone records it and it goes platinum, that I could git them up for royalties.
Thanks so much! But actually there's a typo in my last name - it's ALLRED, not ALFRED.
Saukkomies, I am the one who should be called ALLRED, as in I am all red with embarassment over my error with your name. My apologies. And I sympathize. People always screw up my name, saying things like "Mr Lindelof, may I call you Damien?". Damien? Damien??? Hello, people, listen for once. Where in the world is there an -ien sound? Plea-ease!
Saukkomies, I am the one who should be called ALLRED, as in I am all red with embarassment over my error with your name. My apologies. And I sympathize. People always screw up my name, saying things like "Mr Lindelof, may I call you Damien?". Damien? Damien??? Hello, people, listen for once. Where in the world is there an -ien sound? Plea-ease!
You can call me Damien. Or you can call me Damen. You can even call me Damon. But whatever you call me, just don't call me late for dinner....Ya' know,I never tire of using that line! It really blows people's minds. At least I think that is what happens, from the strange looks on their faces that I receive back.
Saukkomies, thanks for your comments in the guestbook. When I first saw you use the phrase, "filk song", I thought it was a typo or something like that. I figured you meant to say "folk" or "fake". But just to be sure, I did a Yahoo search for the phrase "filk song" and sure enough it is a genre of music. I didn't know that. Well, I guess,you learn something new everyday. (I love springing that phrase on people, too. It simply amazes them.)
And, hey, did you know there is a filk song lyric page for the old 70's TV show, Emergency? I was like "Huh?" I thought I was the only person alive who even remembered that show. I thought to myself, "So other people remember that show? Wow!!!"
It was one of those powerful internet moments of personal discovery and intense emotion. Just between you and me, I don't mind telling you at that moment I then wept.
"Sniff, sniff. I'm fine. I got something in my eye. Quick. Cue the plug:"
You can call me Damien. Or you can call me Damen. You can even call me Damon. But whatever you call me, just don't call me late for dinner....Ya' know,I never tire of using that line! It really blows people's minds. At least I think that is what happens, from the strange looks on their faces that I receive back.
Ha! I never thought I'd enjoy being hosed so much!
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Originally Posted by mr_find
Saukkomies, thanks for your comments in the guestbook. When I first saw you use the phrase, "filk song", I thought it was a typo or something like that. I figured you meant to say "folk" or "fake". But just to be sure, I did a Yahoo search for the phrase "filk song" and sure enough it is a genre of music. I didn't know that. Well, I guess,you learn something new everyday. (I love springing that phrase on people, too. It simply amazes them.)
I was once at a folk festival where they had a Filk Song Talent Contest, and it was just absolutely the funniest thing I've ever witnessed!
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Originally Posted by mr_find
And, hey, did you know there is a filk song lyric page for the old 70's TV show, Emergency? I was like "Huh?" I thought I was the only person alive who even remembered that show. I thought to myself, "So other people remember that show? Wow!!!"
I looked it up. It's like, OMG! My wife is a total freak about Emergency, and she pointed out that Kevin Tighe is the Big Connection between Emergency and Lost! How about that!?!
So, because you are plugging nickels into my inspiration meter, I sat down and composed another contribution to the Lost Rock Opera. My wife suggested the tune to use, and I made up the words, so I suppose both of our names belong to the credits on this one: Nora and Curt Allred.
BTW, here's the rough translation of the French from the original Beatles lyrics and my new lyrics:
Original: "Sont des mots qui vont trčs bien ensemble, Trčs bien ensemble."
Translation: "These are words that go together well, together well."
Filked: "Elle et Locke qui vont trčs bien ensemble, Trčs bien ensemble."
Translation: "She and Locke will go together well, together well."
So, whithout further ado:
"Danielle Shoots Well"
sung to the tune of "Michelle", by the Beatles.
Danielle shoots well. She and Locke would go together well, Locke and Danielle.
Danielle shoots well. Elle et Locke qui vont trčs bien ensemble, Trčs bien ensemble.
“I love you, I love you, I love you”, That's all that Locke would say, If he could see the way That she can kill a wild boar using One hunting knife.
Danielle shoots well. Elle et Locke qui vont trčs bien ensemble, Trčs bien ensemble.
“I need you, I need you, I need you”, Danielle will plainly see, How Mister Locke and she Are completely suited to each other Like a lock and a key.
Oh, Danielle.
“I want you, I want you, I want you.” Danielle wants Alex now, She’ll get her back somehow. And maybe Locke might help the two of Them reunite...
Danielle shoots well. Elle et Locke qui vont trčs bien ensemble, Trčs bien ensemble.
Together Locke and Danielle would be inseparable.
Locke and Danielle.
Last edited by Saukkomies; 03-24-2007 at 08:17 PM.
Reason: cleaned it up a bit
) is now there!
