That's the trouble with regeneration. You never know what you're going to get.

obligatory this journal is still here.

2010-08-02T01:26:29Z

BANANA!

beige_doc @ 2007-12-26T07:58:00

2007-12-25T21:00:43Z

I'd just like to thank thisway_comes for the gift of 2 months paid time and extra user pics. *grins*

Thank you and Merry Christmas.

OOC

2007-12-02T21:36:09Z

This has been a long time coming, and I've been putting it off since my exams back in mid-November. What with recently being promoted to supervising manager, real life's become just a little bit hectic. In the past week alone, I've done back-to-back shifts and covered for others when they've called in sick whilst still trying to do my own work. ~~we're hoping that one of the main culprits will be dismissed soon.~~ Speak of the devil, Anne quit yesterday and I got called in to do her shift.

I love my new position, when I get to solely do my own work it's almost as much fun as doing prep, but until either the 'Silly Season' has passed or I get used to it all (and not crash the moment I get home) this journal and those of my other pups will be on hiatus.

Have a good Christmas if I don't see you beforehand. Hugs all round!

beige_doc @ 2007-11-16T17:21:00

2007-11-16T06:21:57Z

beige_doc's LJ stalker is dr_y_a_n_a!

dr_y_a_n_a is stalking you because you said something bad about them on your LJ. They are also mentally deranged!

LJ Stalker Finder
From Go-Quiz.com

Now the mentally deranged is rather obvious...but I only said 'something bad' because he wouldn't stop his incessant tapping!

beige_doc @ 2007-11-09T18:07:00

2007-11-09T07:08:07Z

That one about Susan...for the record, I'm not into incest...

And is there a reason why three versions of the Master are in those answers?!

OOC

2007-11-05T02:48:20Z

I'm sorry I've been rather slow with tags lately, work's been busy, exams looming and I've only just gotten over a really bad dose of the flu. Sadly, I'll be rather slack for another week or two I've got exam-fun after that I'll be back to semi-normality until closer to Kiss-your-arse.

P.S. I am seriously going to kill Crispy for singing 'The Internet is for porn' all through my Marketing exam today.

Ohh and before I forget again, I'm not receiving notifs. Give a yell here if I forget tags.

beige_doc @ 2007-10-19T14:34:00

2007-10-19T04:35:53Z

Comment with a topic of five things that never happened with your muse and the Doctor, and I will write it out.

Compulsory RotM prompt. Posted late because I've been under the weather lately.

2007-10-19T04:34:45Z

Name of Muse: The Fifth Doctor

Fandom/Type of Muse (example – Star Wars/Original Character): Doctor Who

Link to muse profile page: here
Mun name, nickname or handle: Flick

Best way to get a message to the mun: e-mail felicitywynter at hotmail dot com or IM at either theladyelbereth1 or beige doc

Do you use AIM or any other IM? theladyelbereth1 is the mun IM, beige doc for IC.

One hundred words about the muse that everyone should know:
He's easily flustered but cares deeply for all his friends.
Hates seeing needless violence and believes there should always be another way.
Known as the most vulnerable and ‘human’ of his incarnations.
He tends to be reactive rather than proactive.
Completely obsessed with cricket and wishes to actually be able to play a game without being distracted for once.
He takes things to heart, whether it’s criticism or praise and blames himself whenever something goes wrong.
Often oblivious to peoples feeling about him until they actually voice them.
Because he’s the ‘youngest’ of his incarnations people don’t tend to take him seriously until the last minute.

Prompt only, or available to roleplay? avaliable to all and sundry.

Posting tag: the Fifth Doctor

Link to memories or tag page showing RotM posts: tag page

For renegadeinexile and the_corsair later on. NSFW

2007-10-11T07:18:16Z

So the Rani had invited him for a drink. 'For old time's sake' purely innocent. So why did he feel like it would be best to run in the other direction? They were friends once. Close friends...and trouble makers. But then he wasn't oblivious to her reputation built up over the years since their graduation.

He shook his head, pushing his doubts out of his head and continued on to meet Ushas...sorry. The Rani. Purely innocent drink with an old friend.

.........

2007-10-10T22:06:13Z

	the Doctor -- [adjective]: Fetish oriented
'How will you be defined in the Sexual Dictionary?' at QuizUniverse.com

.........

beige_doc @ 2007-10-03T18:28:00

2007-10-03T08:28:41Z

The Doctor - a pinch of charm - a gallon of sensitivity - 1 1/2 cups of humor Mix on high, and serve immediately.
'What is your personality recipe?' at QuizGalaxy.com

RotM 1.71.3

2007-08-30T04:28:36Z

My dearest Nora,

I wish to give you my sincerest apologies for my behaviour last night. Please, let me assure you that my actions were in no part any fault of yours and I am purely to blame. I’ve been meaning to explain this to you for a while now but through fear of losing you I never could. It seems that my hesitance may have placed me in your bad graces.

For that I deeply apologise. It was never my intention. Things last night merely got out of hand. And not in the way either of us were hoping for.

You know how you joked about ‘weird alien mating rituals’? I must admit I did attempt to hide something along those lines from you in the hopes that a) since you are not a Gallifreyan woman it would not apply and b) my goal of participating fully in the matter of human courtship. It was my hope that either or both of these would negate that and you need never know. Alas, it seems too ingrained in my physical being to ignore.

Perhaps the easiest way to explain this would be to start from the beginning.

Ever since the dawn of Gallifreyan culture, females of my race have been rather on the scarce side. Many times it has been said that a Gallifreyan woman is worth her weight in gold and back before the days of Rassilon, prior to the rule of the Pythia it was custom for the wealthiest males to in essence buy the woman they desired from her parents.

Rather like a dowry but in reverse. Couples who bore female children were revered and well looked after. That scarce are the females of our kind. Before that still, millennia before the Earth was formed, there was a practise that despite all our advancements in technology and social graces we are still yet to be able to rid ourselves of.

Because females were so rare (and even to my own era), they were often desired by all and sundry. Since Lord Rassilon’s time we condition ourselves against such desire from a young age though we are able to break that conditioning if we so wish. It is a relatively simple matter.

I know it seems even now I’m stalling, but perhaps when you finish this letter of mine you’ll understand why.

It is essentially a practise of marking, creating a bond between mates. Informing other males that the female is bonded to another and warning them off. For some reason that we have not been able to work out why, over the generations unbonded males have become unable to have sexual relations with females. In order to do so, the pair must bond.

There is a theory that this only applies to males who wish to bond with the female. But again, for some unknown reason this theory has yet to be proved either way.

Once more I digress. This bonding process (marking is a term I wish not to use, I do not care to assume I own my mate despite my body’s urges.) is painful to the female. At least at the beginning.

To explain it simply, my race is a slightly telepathic one and the process begins with the male forcing himself inside the female’s mind, through the natural shields and forming a mental link. In Gallifreyans it means we are able to hear each other’s thoughts, feelings and share experiences ever afterwards. For humans I don’t know how successful this process would be I’m sorry, nor how the pain would differ.

In order to complete the process, the male forces himself physically on the female and does not stop until he is finally sated. Depending on the length of time he has been without a mate and the amount of primal desire, the final part of the process has been known to extend for many hours. This process once begun is irreversible, the male is unable to stop himself even if he so wishes. Once more I am unsure how this would affect humans. And changes will come over me that I would do the best to control, though that itself may not be enough. Essentially, the male becomes protective of his mate, and jealous of other males around her.

I apologise, that was in the assumption you would agree to the bond. In more enlightened times at least this has always been a joint decision between the male and female. As much as I feel the want to do this, I do not wish to cause you pain. The principle of the idea itself has never sat well with me. I care greatly for you Nora and should you wish it, I would be more than content to continue as we have been the past few weeks, semi-platonically.

Or should you wish it because of this information we would be able to simply return to being friends or whatever you desire.

You seemed surprised when I told you I’d never had relations with anyone I’d travelled with. Perhaps now you’ll understand why. You are the first person I’ve allowed myself to care for in such a way who is not of my own kind. Who doesn’t know what to expect.

Attached to this letter I’m sure you’ll have noticed the book, it goes into the bonding process far more than I did if you’re interested. Even if you don’t wish to undergo the process please feel free to enlighten yourself.

When you’ve read that, you can find me in the library. I’ll answer any and all questions you may have. Afterwards I’ll leave you alone for a while in order for you to come to a decision without my influence. It is not one to be taken lightly and once more I apologise.

Regardless of your choice, I’ll always care deeply for you.

Yours Sincerely,
The Doctor

Muse: The (Fifth) Doctor
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 985
Based on future plotting/rp with thisway_comes

beige_doc @ 2007-08-24T14:34:00

2007-08-24T04:36:54Z

The munagement seems to be rather ecstatic about this news...

Sad strange little woman.

beige_doc @ 2007-08-17T18:10:00

2007-08-17T08:12:41Z

To whomever gave me the handcuffs, my mun hasn't stopped grinning since she returned home from universtiy so thank you, that means less evil plots she'll be thinking up for me.

Personally I can't exactly see the significance. ~~Yet~~

For renegadeinexile

2007-08-08T23:30:25Z

(from here)

Rani,

I have absolutely no idea what you mean...

-TS

PS tone is rather hard to convey in letters...

Shall we continue renegadeinexile?

2007-08-08T20:45:02Z

(from here)

There is yet one more.

You're still in communication with me aren't you hmmm?

-TS

P.S. I could make it worth your time...that's what they say in these situations isn't it?

continued meta for renegadeinexile

2007-08-08T07:03:57Z

(From here)

Rani-

Ahh but see, you were the one to give me the cane.

I do believe it hints at something hidden away don't you?

-TS

continued with renagadeinexile

2007-08-07T11:56:16Z

(From here)

Yet one more, this time attached to a single red rose.

My dearest Ushas,

That was rather an invitation for you...to uhhh...you know...

Hang off my arm...

-TS.

meta for renegadeinexile

2007-08-07T11:04:02Z

(follows this)

And yet another carefully slipped under the door.

Rani-

How can I without a beautiful woman hanging off my arm?

-TS

meta for renegadeinexile

2007-08-07T05:09:22Z

(begins here)

A small note can be found tucked under the door of the Rani's TARDIS. In a familiar script is written.

Dearest Rani,

Your gift is greatly appreciated.

Alas I am yet to stumble upon a situation where I may need this.

Care to help rectify that?

-TS.

for thisway_comes

2007-08-05T09:46:28Z

An 'unknown alien artefact' had been found in California, that itself had been more than enough to garner the Doctor's attention. What had actually made him hurry to said scene was that the Brigadier had actually specifically requested his help in this matter.

It had rather taken him by shock that his arrival had been expected, all his questions answered and he'd been given his own make-shift lab for his role as official UNIT scientific advisor. He'd been slightly upset that none of the old faces he'd known during his exile were stationed here, but he couldn't expect everything.

The lab wasn't as good his one on the TARDIS, but then very few were and he'd learnt well before this how to make the best of situations. And really, they were trying to accommodate him sufficiently.

He was currently bent over a microscope looking at a sample, adjusting the magnification when he'd heard the kerfuffle behind him. He didn't even shift from his position with a sigh he began, "I know you're just trying to help but really, I don't need an assistant to help me on this. I am rather capable on my own thank you."

"The Light that Shines"

2007-08-02T00:20:30Z

January 24 and the factory closed down,
Thinking I'll get drunk to hell down at the Rose and Crown.
We stayed 'till closing and we drank the bar dry,
Swear that's the first time that I've seen old Mick cry.

He’d tried, oh sweet Lord Rassilon how he’d tried to keep his spirits high and he didn’t mean the ones in the glass in front of him.

It was the Hotel itself. It didn’t even offer the slightest hope that one day they’d escape. Not with the gravestones in the front yard. Slowly, the hopelessness ate at him. He’d fought so hard against it like the rest of the ‘guests’ but it seemed the harder one tried the harder they fell.

The Doctor envied those that could take it all in their stride, act like there was nothing wrong.

Like it was just an extended vacation.

That any minute they’d be able to get back home.

But there were no minutes here. There was no time. For a Timelord there was nothing worse. His every being wanted to reach out and grab hold of a fleeting second. He’d taken to wearing a watch just because it gave the semblance of passing time.

But even then the Hotel seemed to like making the hands stop. Or go backwards.

Despite his best efforts, and those of his friends, he had turned to drink. So casually that he hadn’t noticed it to start with. The bar was the perfect place to meet new people, and one or two drinks occasionally never hurt anyone.

One or two drinks soon turned into three or four. Which turned into more. Before he’d realised, the Doctor was practically living in the bar.

His eighth self was the first who tried to help. If by trying one meant endless lectures and arguments over the fact.

Lilo helped without even realising it. The young girl had won her way into his heart, she reminded him of Susan so it was only natural that he wanted to look after her. He wouldn’t be able to do that if he was drinking all the time.

And finally Jack. Jack had looked after him, talked to him and offered him a steady relationship. Together they’d worked through it to the extent where he was able to simply walk past the bar and not need to go inside. He was beginning to accept that he would be trapped here forever. Regardless of the fact that an older incarnation of his was here as well.

And then they’d made a group attempt to leave. There was the vainest hope that if they all left at once someone might get out. The Doctor had hoped that someone would escape; it would mean there was hope for the rest of them.

Alas, they’d all returned back to where they’d started and the Doctor’s fragile hope had been shattered once more. Without even realising what had happened he’d found himself back in his old seat at the bar, a bottle of ginger beer in his hand and another couple on the bar in front of him.

Was a little sliver of hope too much to ask for? That someone would have been able to leave?

Obviously.

He nearly fell off his stool when a familiar hand clasped him on the shoulder, “I hate to see you do this to yourself Doc.” The Doctor bowed his head, his gaze focused on the bottle in front of him. “I think it’s time we got you back to your room.” Jack’s voice was quiet, calm but the Doctor could hear the disappointment in the words.

Right now though, he didn’t care.

Right now he just wanted to be left alone.

“No.” He shook his head and finished the bottle off in one go. He’d raised his hand to beckon the bartender over for another when Jack had caught his hand. “Go away Jack.” He knew it was wrong to blame Jack, although it was his idea, it wasn’t his fault they didn’t succeed.

“I’m not leaving you when you’re in this state Doc.” Jack took both of the Doctor’s hands in his own and held the Doctor’s gaze. “You’re the most amazing man I’ve ever known. Why do you do this?”

“I’m not the man you used to know…will know…” The Doctor half shrugged.

“No, you’re right. The man I know wouldn’t get himself rat-faced at a defeat. He’d shrug it off, get back onto his feet and try again. What’s changed Doc?”

Another shrug from the Doctor, and Jack had to let go of his hands to steady him. “I’ve been trapped here for a year Jack. There is no time. My TARDIS has gone. No way out and more people are brought here every few days. I don’t know what to do anymore.”

Once more, Jack offered the Doctor his hand, “come with me, sleep it off and we’ll talk about it in the morning. Unless you have the mother of all hangovers that is.” Jack chuckled for a moment as he helped his partner off the stool and out of the bar.

“I’m sorry Jack. I tried…”

“I know Doc.”

Muse: The Doctor (Five)
Fandom: Doctor Who/Dark Desert Hwy
Word Count: 823

Album Concepts: Sons Of

2007-08-01T01:51:54Z

Sons of the great or sons unknown,
All were children like your own.
The same sweet smiles,
The same sad tears,
The cries at night,
The nightmare fears.
Sons of the great or sons unknown,
All were children like your own.

They’re all little more than children to you, no matter how much they claim they’re not. You can see your own children in them; the strength, the bravado, the intelligence.

The fact that you’re still the one who comforts them when they have nightmares.

Tegan would never admit it, not to your face at least but once or twice after the Mara first took hold of her, when you walked past her room of a night on your midnight wanderings you heard her there in her room. A tiny sob would escape and when you heard it both your hearts would break.

The urge to rush in there and comfort her almost grew too much. But you’re her friend. Not a relative. She would come to you…or Nyssa if she needed to talk. You’re not sure of many things regarding Tegan but you’re certain of that.

Very certain.

And now the Mara returned (you’re still berating yourself for missing the obvious clues. Hindsight is 20/20 after all) you’re worried about Tegan again.

Or is that still?

Normally your night time meanderings have no direction to them. Tonight though, you’ve a destination in mind and your feet carry you to her room.

You’re about to move on, satisfied that she’s alright, until you hear the signs of struggling inside. You open the door and peer inside; Tegan is caught up in her bed sheets, struggling against them.

In only a manner of steps you cross the floor to her bed and sit down on the side. “Tegan…” you place a soothing hand on her forehead but she continues to struggle. “Shhh, Tegan,” your voice at a normal level now, “wake up brave heart. It’s only a night mare.”

Her eyes open and she sits up in bed, your hand on her forehead falls off but before you can do anything more, her arms are tight around you and she’s sobbing into your shoulder. Your arms protectively envelope her and you attempt to make soothing noises, brushing her fringe to the side.

“Rabbits Doc, I…the Mara, it…”

“Brave heart Tegan,” you whisper, attempting to comfort her, “it was only a bad dream.”

Muse: The Doctor (Five)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 360 (not including lyrics)

Album Concepts: Summer the First

2007-08-01T00:20:42Z

I knew nothing about love, she knew everything.
I sat down beside her on the front porch swing,
Wondered what the coming night would bring.

It wasn’t that he’d never done something like this before. He was pushing eight hundred and his granddaughter had to come from somewhere after all.

The problem was…this was a brand new body…well not brand new but it was young and seemed to have a problem with this sort of thing. Ohh he could flirt, he was rather good at that even if he did say so himself. But it was when it hinted at going further than that. It was like living in the body of a fifteen year old boy at times.

The hand suddenly on his shoulder startled him and his gaze turned to the fiery red-head beside him, a quiet smile on her face. “We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready Thete.”
“But I want to.” The Doctor’s hand reached up and covered the woman’s own before bring it around and tenderly kissing the backs of her knuckles.

And then she smiled and we talked for a while and we walked for a mile to the sea.
We sat on the sand and the boy took her hand but I watched the sunrise as a man.

Her face brightened and the Doctor found himself kissing the woman, attempting to convey the words that would not form in the one simple action. His hand teased at the hem of her shirt before he pulled it up and over her head.

There was no denying he was nervous, it had been more than a lifetime, and with this incarnation’s supposed liking of paper bags at even the thought of something like this he was rather surprised they’d come this far.

She must have seen the urge to run because she just whispered, reaching up as much as possible in an attempt to approach his ear, “there’s no need to rush. We’ve got all night.”
He swallowed and a grateful look in his eyes. “I love you,” his smile grew wider and he pulled her shirt over her head.

Ten years have gone by since I looked in her eyes but the memory lingers.
I go back in my mind to the very first time and the touch of her fingers.

Timelords knew the concept of forever was never one to throw around lightly. Something always happened. Death, loss of friendship, separation or even just a parting of ways always put a dagger in the works.

He would always say he’ll never stop loving her, never stop loving them all and though he would have loved forever, he wouldn’t trade the time they had for anything. She taught him that it was alright to love wholeheartedly, love everyone and everything and so he did.

But most of all he still loved her.

Muse: The Doctor (Five)
Fandom: Doctor Who/RS
Word Count: 386 (not including lyrics)

List for albumconcepts DAAS, "Blue"

2007-07-24T01:20:25Z

For the lyrics click the cuts.

Summer the First

Was a hot afternoon, the last day of June and the sun was a demon.
The clouds wouldn't break, one tender shape and the sidewalk was steaming.
I told Billy Ray in his red Chevrolet I needed time for some thinking.
I was just walking by when I looked in her eye and I swore it was winking.
She was 31, and I was 17.
I knew nothing about love, she knew everything.
I sat down beside her on the front porch swing,
Wondered what the coming night would bring.

The sun closed her eyes as it climbed in the sky and it started to swelter.
The sweat trickled down the front of her gown and I thought it would melt her.
She threw back her hair as if I wasn't there and she sipped on her drink.
Her shoulders were bared and I tried not to stare as I looked at her softly.
Then she looked at me I heard her softly say,
"I know you're young and wouldn't know what to do or say,
But stay with me until the sun has gone away, and I will chase the boy in you away."

And then she smiled and we talked for a while and we walked for a mile to the sea.
We sat on the sand and the boy took her hand but I watched the sunrise as a man.

Ten years have gone by since I looked in her eyes but the memory lingers.
I go back in my mind to the very first time and the touch of her fingers.

Was a hot afternoon the last day of June and the sun was a demon.
The clouds wouldn't break one tender shape and the sidewalk was steaming.
I told Billy Ray in his red Chevrolet I needed time for some thinking.

Response here

Stay Away From The Window

Watching her graceful transition the descent into his bed.
Stinking beneath her watches where he rested 'til dawn cleared the air.
This road runs off to the salt planes, this road runs to the sea.
A confession dreaming of wounds and my body is unclean.
Oh I am dappled and green from the oceans and seas,
Colored the blue of the sky, the blood of red ochre the hues of the land.
But the candle dwindles and dies.

Oh, stay away from the window my child,
Please stay away from the light.
Oh, stay away from the window my child,
Please stay away from the light.

This night of dark benedictions, the enormous drunk gaze of the cross,
Who towers over the churchyard with guards and prayers for the young.
Whose trance has fallen on damp skin, whose sweat has drowned all the graves.
A black girl from the good book, have I waited too long to be saved?
Oh she's dappled and green from the oceans and seas,
Colored the blue of the sky there's blood on the soil, a stain on the land.
The rivers now barren and dry.

Oh, stay away from the window my child,
Please stay away from the light.
Oh, stay away from the window my child,
Please stay away from the light.
Oh, stay away from the window my child,
Please stay away from the light.

Your barren causes bloodies the doors the black procession sweeps.
It's petulant tail through vapors and odors reach down to the ocean and dips
Pounders through backstreets, weeping and keeping a dwindling fire well fed.
The mother of all wars, hunched and on all fours to service the stale and the dead.
The bitch is on heat with another defeat and her bloody river runs red.

Oh, stay away from the window my child,
Please stay away from the light.
Oh, stay away from the window my child,
Please stay away from the light.

Good Christian Man

I'm a patchwork quilt of a man, babe,
Seems I've got too many sides.
It's the tormented struggle of each day,
Keeping all these fears locked inside.
She offered me her hand and I took it,
Yeah, I took her sweet ladies hand.
Was it the hand of evil she was offering me,
Lord I may never understand.
I may never understand.

Did you dance with me for a joke, babe?
And did your friends all laugh and sneer?
I never seen that kind of dance before,
The way you moved filled my head with fear.
Yes, it filled my head with fear.

Now, I didn't mean to tear your dress, babe,
Or to break your fine break your fine red nails.
And your priest he will not forgive me,
So I rot in the hell of this jail.
Now I know it was Satan there dancing,
But why was it me Lord, I don't understand.
To be the weapon of such vengeance,
When I'm a humble, and good Christian man.

Well I swear she sits on my bed Lord,
Though the guard says there's nobody there.
And she's always offering her hand Lord,
But I won't take it, I'm a good Christian man.
I won't take it, I'm a good Christian man.

Here She Comes

Here she comes dressed in white just like a cloud.
Oh my God, floating above the earth so proud.
Oh my God, and I watched her just float by.
Watched her just float by.

Here she comes.
Here she comes with her hair so cold and pale.
Oh my God, she's throws a tie down like a veil.
Oh my God, and I recall the greatest sorrow of them all was I cried while you're alone
Cried while you're alone.

She came barefoot as a peasant, seeking pleasure, seeking wonder,
Through the backstreets where the drunkards swilled, aching,
And she's driven on by hatred, driven on by hunger,
By the weight of the grey clouds, every one that she's right under.
The bed accepts the body as you accept the whispers and you kissed her like a thousand others kissed her.

Here she comes,
Here she comes with an angel's stumbling grace,
Oh my God and I bear the burden of
Oh my God and I'm content, if this is all I have, this is all I have.
Here she comes,
Here she comes dressed in black just like a cloud,

Oh my God and I need to touch the soiled gown,
Oh my God and I recall the greatest triumph of them all was I,
Born of blood and stone, not quite her alone,
Here she comes.

Grapevine

Well I bet you're wondering how I knew,
'Bout your plans to make me blue,
With some other guy you knew before,
Out of the two of guys you know I loved you more.
Took me by surprise I must say,
When I found out yesterday.

Dear God I heard it through the grapevine,
Not much longer would you be mine.
No, no I heard it through the grapevine,
And I'm just about to lose my mind,
Honey, honey, yeah.

Now I know that a man ain't supposed to cry,
But these tears I can't hold inside.
Losing you is my life you see,
Because you mean that much to me.
You could've told me yourself,
That you loved someone else.

Instead I heard it through the grapevine,
Not much longer would you be mine.
No, no I heard it through the grapevine,
And I'm just about to lose my mind,
Honey, honey, yeah.

Honey, honey I know that you're letting me go.
You can't hide what I've seen,
And you can't hide what I've heard,
But I can't stand this being confused,
So if it's true you'd better tell me dear.
Do you plan to let me go,
For the other guy you loved before.

Dear God I heard it through the grapevine,
Not much longer would you be mine.
No, no I heard it through the grapevine,
And I'm just about to lose my mind,
Honey, honey, yeah.

Honey, honey I know that you're letting me go.
Honey, honey I know that you're letting me go.

The Auld Triangle

Word has come from Dublin City,
She's lost her sweet angry boy.
Born with a spirit his flesh could not contain.
Brendon Behan is dead.

No stranger to life,
He lived bright enough.
No stranger to the glass in his hand.
No stranger to the cause.
He fought for all his life.
Brendon Behan is dead.

A hungry feeling came over me stealing,
While the mice we feeding in my prison cell.
And the auld triangle went jingle jangle,
All along the banks of the Royal Canal.

On a fine spring evening,
As I lay dreaming,
And the lag was weeping,
For his gal, Sal.
And the auld triangle went jingle jangle,
All along the banks of the Royal Canal.

And the wind was sighing,
As the day was dying,
And the lag still lay crying in his prison cell.
And the auld triangle went jingle bloody jangle,
All along the banks of the Royal Canal.

In the women's prison,
There are seventy women.
And it wish it was with them that I did dwell.
And the auld triangle could go jingle bloody jangle,
All along the banks of the Royal Canal.

Ireland has lost her sweet angry voice,
No longer his poems fire desire,
Will ring out in Gaelic,
Or sound through the Main.
Brendon Behan is dead.

The Light That Shines
January 24 and the factory closed down,
Thinking I'll get drunk to hell down at the Rose and Crown.
We stayed 'till closing and we drank the bar dry,
Swear that's the first time that I've seen old Mick cry.
Sometimes you feel the weight of giants on your shoulders,
And the mirrors whisper it's enough to bowl you over.
It's the tempers, not a sound is heard,
Oh God, when will the wind be still?
Oh God, when will the wind be still?

For the light that shines on me,
Sad, the light that shines.
For the light that shines on me,
Oh, the light that shines.

She was heavy with two months left,
I was morning the loss,
Looking for papers 'round the wharves and on the docks.
She took up attention, though she said it was a sin,
Three hungry mouths to feed and no money coming in.

For the light that shines on me,
Sad, the light that shines.
For the light that shines on me,
Oh, the light that shines.

For the light that shines on me,
Sad, the light that shines.
For the light that shines on me,
Oh, the light that shines.

Winter came up strong,
And the child stayed warm.,
Nothing to the world now but this terrible dawn.
Saw Mick a year ago, can't remember his face,
But I dreamt,
Dreamt I heard my voice from a thousand mouths below.
I saw my body lying naked as the day,
I can move the mountain but my feet are stuck.
Look up and God is standing in the way,
Look up and God and standing in the way.
Oh, when will the wind be still,
Oh, when will the wind be still.

For the light that shines on me,
Sad the light that shines.
Black as night it falls on me,
Oh the light the shines.

Response here

Strip The Willow

Sad with the tears of old,
And we wept for the pudding,
And we wept for the bowl,
And we cried for the emptiness that hunger brings.
And I wept for you, and you wept for me, HEY!

We lay in the streams of winter cold,
Weeping for the pudding,
Weeping for the bowl,
Crying for the bitterness that love can bring.
And I wept for the seesaw, you wept for the swing, HEY!

We stripped the willow in the middle of the night,
And danced around the floor.
Stripped the willow in the middle of the night,
And hammered on the hall.
Scold the child and burn the stove,
Watch tomorrow form,
Stripped the willow in the middle of the night,
And dance upon the door.

Your lips are slim like mine,
Your eyes are grey,
Your language coarse and fine.
But I could never hold you down,
Nor keep you to a vow,
But I love you more than they,
I love you more.

We lay in the streams of winter cold,
Weeping for the pudding,
Weeping for the bowl,
Crying for the bitterness that love can bring.
And I wept for the seesaw, you wept for the swing, HEY!

We stripped the willow in the middle of the night,
And danced around the floor.
Stripped the willow in the middle of the night,
And hammered on the hall.
Scold the child and burn the stove,
Watch tomorrow form,
Stripped the willow in the middle of the night,
And dance upon the door.

We stripped the willow in the middle of the night,
And hammer on the floor.
Stripped the willow in the middle of the night,
And danced around the hall.
Burn the child and scold the stove,
Watch tomorrow form,
Stripped the willow in the middle of the night,
And hammer on the door.
HEY!

Sons Of

Sons of the thieves and sons of the saints,
Who is the child with no complaint.
Sons of the great or sons unknown,
All were children like your own.
The same sweet smiles,
The same sad tears,
The cries at night,
The nightmare fears.
Sons of the great or sons unknown,
All were children like your own.
So long ago, long long ago.

But sons of tycoons or sons of the farms,
All of your children ran from your arms.
Threw fields of gold, through fields of ruin,
All of your children vanished too soon.
In towering ways, in walls of flesh,
Among fallen birds, trembling in death.
Sons of tycoons or sons of the farms,
All of your children ran from your arms.

Sons of your sons, or sons passing by,
Children we've lost in lullabies.
Sons of love, or sons of regret,
All of your sons you cannot forget.
Some built the roads, some wrote the poems,
Some went to war and some never came home.
Sons of your sons, or sons passing by,
Children we've lost in lullabies.

So long ago, long long ago.
Sons of the thieves and sons of the saints,
Who is the child with no complaint.
Sons of the great or sons unknown,
All were children like your own.
The same sweet smiles,
The same sad tears,
The cries at night,
The nightmare fears.
Sons of the great or sons unknown,
All were children like your own.
Like your own, like your own, like your own.

Response here

She Went Through the Fair

My young love said to me "My mother won't mind,
And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind".
And she went away slowly and this she did say,
It will not be long love til I'm with thee,
It will not be long love til I'm with thee.

She went away from me and she moved through the fair.
Fondly I watched her move here and move there,
And she went her way home with one star aware,
As the swan in the evening moves over the air.

I dreamt that last night my young love came here (through the fair).
So softly she left him her foot made no din .
She came close beside me and this she did say,
It will not be long love til I'm with thee,
It will not be long love til I'm with thee,
Til I'm with thee.

Warsong

With a downwind blast from his doughy ass,
Like a lance of fire he shot up the mast.
As he mumbled blasphemous epitaphs,
"I am the sailor."
And the captain cried with a mighty heave-ho "Enemy sighted on the starboard bow.
Load your cannons, let 'em go.
For God is on our side, boys."

In the dust and sand of a foreign land.
With hands afire he buried his friend.
He beat his brow and cursing foul he said:
"I am the soldier"
And the private laughed as he reached the bluff,
His gun barrel smoking, enough's enough.
We've done more damage than old Macduff.
And God is full of pride, boys.

He flew through the flak on the first attack,
The bomb bay open on a missiles back.
Here's the payload, he crudely spat,
"I am the airman."
And the General sighed "This is our last stand,
Let every man say 'Amen',
For we'll not see daylight again.
And tonight we'll meet our God, boys."

Well the airman plunged into the pines,
And the sailor drowned in the briny brine,
And the soldier in haste put his foot on a mine.

And it comes to all in time, boys.
For on the day they died, boys,
God was on the other side, boys.