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BELLONA

Sihnon Girl
Sunday, May 7, 2006

Hello! 'tis moi, back with another weird filk. This time, an experiment with London Girl by Shane McGowan and the Pogues


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The devil moon

Took me through the alley

Down by the ranch

And the fields

To the ships flying

From the spaceports

Where the bars

Sold fire and sleep

The devil moon

Took me out of my bunk

Up to Shuttle One where

The incense burns sweet

Sucked along

By a woman’s power

To stand beside

Your closed door

This could be our final flight

This could be our very last fight

Just the sound of your voice

Wherever I may be

Changes everything

And then the 'verse

Is right with me

You're my Sihnon girl

The way that you walk

You're my Sihnon girl

The way that you talk

Just the sound of your voice

And I ain't got no choice

The light was going out

The moons were dying

The night was turning

To a Sihnon morning

The doc was searching

And the crew were shouting

River was hiding

From her meds that day

When the cold winds

Come to find you

Blowing down from

The top of the hill

I'll come and take you

Back down to Sihnon

Away from all those

Mad men's eyes

This could be our final flight

This could be our very last fight

And if you cut me

Don't you think I feel?

Is this body made of clay?

Is this heart made of steel?

You're my Sihnon girl

The way that you walk

You're my Sihnon girl

The way that you talk

Just the sound of your voice

I ain't got no choice

This could be our final flight

This could be our very last fight

And if you cut me

Don't you think I feel?

Is this body made of clay?

Is this heart made of steel?

You're my Sihnon girl

The way that you walk

You're my Sihnon girl

The way that you talk

Just the sound of your voice

I ain't got no choice

COMMENTS

Sunday, May 7, 2006 6:18 AM

MAGHAFFAR


Very nice! How much of this is you and how much is pogues? Wanna feel appreciative appropriately.

Sunday, May 7, 2006 6:43 AM

BELLONA


i'd like to say it's all me, but sadly it's not true. i just changed a few words here and there, tweaked it a bit to make it fit, so it's mostly the pogues. never mind, i can always dream of being a drunken irish punk with a liver like a sponge.

b

Tuesday, May 9, 2006 3:45 PM

BROWNCOAT2006


lol, still, lots of lines that fit togather very nicely and hmmm.... *sniffs air* do I detect a sense of Mal about this peice?? mal towards Inara at any rate :-)


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