I have a parcel waiting for me at the post-office!!!
Sexy postcard:
I am listening to this right now.
Pirate Jenny
(1928) bertolt brecht, kurt weill
You people can watch while Im scrubbing these floors
And Im scrubbin the floors while youre gawking
Maybe once ya tip me and it makes ya feel swell
In this crummy southern town
In this crummy old hotel
But youll never guess to who youre talkin.
No. you couldnt ever guess to who youre talkin.
Then one night theres a scream in the night
And youll wonder who could that have been
And you see me kinda grinnin while Im scrubbin
And you say, whats she got to grin?
Ill tell you.
Theres a ship
The black freighter
With a skull on its masthead
Will be coming in
You gentlemen can say, hey gal, finish them floors!
Get upstairs! whats wrong with you! earn your keep here!
You toss me your tips
And look out to the ships
But Im counting your heads
As Im making the beds
Cuz theres nobody gonna sleep here, honey
Nobody
Nobody!
Then one night theres a scream in the night
And you say, whos that kicking up a row?
And ya see me kinda starin out the winda
And you say, whats she got to stare at now?
Ill tell ya.
Theres a ship
The black freighter
Turns around in the harbor
Shootin guns from her bow
Now
You gentlemen can wipe off that smile off your face
Cause every building in town is a flat one
This whole frickin place will be down to the ground
Only this cheap hotel standing up safe and sound
And you yell, why do they spare that one?
Yes.
Thats what you say.
Why do they spare that one?
All the night through, through the noise and to-do
You wonder who is that person that lives up there?
And you see me stepping out in the morning
Looking nice with a ribbon in my hair
And the ship
The black freighter
Runs a flag up its masthead
And a cheer rings the air
By noontime the dock
Is a-swarmin with men
Comin out from the ghostly freighter
They move in the shadows
Where no one can see
And theyre chainin up people
And theyre bringin em to me
Askin me,
Kill them now, or later?
Askin me!
Kill them now, or later?
Noon by the clock
And so still by the dock
You can hear a foghorn miles away
And in that quiet of death
Ill say, right now.
Right now!
Then theyll pile up the bodies
And Ill say,
Thatll learn ya!
And the ship
The black freighter
Disappears out to sea
And
On
It
Is
Me
Sexy postcard:
I am listening to this right now.
Pirate Jenny
(1928) bertolt brecht, kurt weill
You people can watch while Im scrubbing these floors
And Im scrubbin the floors while youre gawking
Maybe once ya tip me and it makes ya feel swell
In this crummy southern town
In this crummy old hotel
But youll never guess to who youre talkin.
No. you couldnt ever guess to who youre talkin.
Then one night theres a scream in the night
And youll wonder who could that have been
And you see me kinda grinnin while Im scrubbin
And you say, whats she got to grin?
Ill tell you.
Theres a ship
The black freighter
With a skull on its masthead
Will be coming in
You gentlemen can say, hey gal, finish them floors!
Get upstairs! whats wrong with you! earn your keep here!
You toss me your tips
And look out to the ships
But Im counting your heads
As Im making the beds
Cuz theres nobody gonna sleep here, honey
Nobody
Nobody!
Then one night theres a scream in the night
And you say, whos that kicking up a row?
And ya see me kinda starin out the winda
And you say, whats she got to stare at now?
Ill tell ya.
Theres a ship
The black freighter
Turns around in the harbor
Shootin guns from her bow
Now
You gentlemen can wipe off that smile off your face
Cause every building in town is a flat one
This whole frickin place will be down to the ground
Only this cheap hotel standing up safe and sound
And you yell, why do they spare that one?
Yes.
Thats what you say.
Why do they spare that one?
All the night through, through the noise and to-do
You wonder who is that person that lives up there?
And you see me stepping out in the morning
Looking nice with a ribbon in my hair
And the ship
The black freighter
Runs a flag up its masthead
And a cheer rings the air
By noontime the dock
Is a-swarmin with men
Comin out from the ghostly freighter
They move in the shadows
Where no one can see
And theyre chainin up people
And theyre bringin em to me
Askin me,
Kill them now, or later?
Askin me!
Kill them now, or later?
Noon by the clock
And so still by the dock
You can hear a foghorn miles away
And in that quiet of death
Ill say, right now.
Right now!
Then theyll pile up the bodies
And Ill say,
Thatll learn ya!
And the ship
The black freighter
Disappears out to sea
And
On
It
Is
Me
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Depending if you read the graphic novel, or not, (and how you reacted to it...) you'll not watch the same movie... If you never read the book, you'll see a movie that's mostly about a nice man awful people did horrible things to, and that exact a well- thought and superiorly planned revenge. I suspect it has been made so , so that it appeals to the largest possible number of viewers. Short: it's a good action movie, with pleasant melancholy moments.
It's more or less what I was expecting, and I was rather pleasantly surprised they adapted it the way they did: they could have done much , much worse! (such as: overdosing the movie with SFX, for example). I felt they had suppressed much ambiguties, probably as t seems American audiences dislike anything ambiguous.... maybe I'm wrong?
But to people who read the book and became fans of it....... as another SG member put it: it's "Alan Moore's dream swallowed and shat out of Hollywood"...
(by the way, the member (halfjack, to give him due credit) who wrote that also thought that it was surprisingly good, although oversimplified.)
Brilliant idea to piment your entry with Pirate Jenny! I love these English lyrics - I was not familiar with them, and for some reason I have a feeling they are better than the French ones - more simply written, I guess.
Thanks!
Lordy, she was cute in that bikini! Who woulda thunk it...
I was more a lost in space dude, myself
And of course you realise you now have to post a picture of your mole