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BLUE SUN ROOM FILK
Little Simon and Garfunkel action. I parenthesized my changes to make it all Firefly-ish. The song is just so Jayne.
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I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles
Such are promises
All lies and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the (spaceship) station
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores on (Tilon Parntenay)
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
And the years are rolling by me,
They're rocking even me
I am older than I once was, and younger than I'll be,
That's not unusual
No it isn't strange, after changes upon changes, we are more or less the same
After changes we are more or less the same.
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Where the (Serenity) winters aren't bleeding me,
Leading me, going home.
In the clearing stands a (gunner)
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every (blow) that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains
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