Tigerlily is a walking contradiction, a hip momma with fashion sense and am abiding love for flywheels, gears, and rivets. (No cheap designer jeans for this girl. Its blings are rivet spangles that shine on for the long haul.) Its all about timelessness and craftmanship, ya dig?
Continuing the theme from my filk on Wednesday, the tune is Stayin’ Alive by – again – the Bee Gees
Well, you can tell by the way I swing my hip,
I’m a funky guy, got trained by Tip,
Voices loud inside my head,
Gotta boogie now or else I’m dead.
But it’s all right, it’s okay,
Moustachio taught me to sway,
Music of old-timey squares,
Almost as cool as tie-dyed flares.
Music of John Phillip, teaching me to skill up,
It’s Sousa to jive, Sousa to jive.
Quoting Serenity, hoping for lenity,
It’s Sousa to jive, Sousa to jive.
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
Sousa to jive, Sousa to jive.
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
Sousa to jii-iii-iii-iiive!
And then the prow of a Reaver ship punches through his chest…
Waaaaa! That bit still gives me the feels!
Too soon, man! [wipes away a tear]
Way too soon.
omygod yes. a firefly reference.
…preceded by a Saturday Night Fever reference.
And a touch of Oh Brother Where Art Thou.
Famous last words.
[Sigh.] It still hurts. Even after all these years.
Isn’t “squares” supposed to be a bad thing
Not when the floor is lighted squares…
Maybe, but like it or not Disco is among the squarest whitest dances there is.
But it’s hip to be square.
Huey Lewis sang it, I believe it, that settles it.
While I’m not knocking the music of old timely dead squares, I ‘ll take the music of the old timey dead vipers.
Seconded.
“Flushed a tad”? Is… captain beyond working for her?
Tip worked for her; it makes sense that his handiwork has the potential.
I think I get what she’s trying to say, but what exactly is a “tad?”
IOW, “a bit”, or “a little”, or “to some degree”.
Oh. Duh.
Ah, if you knew Sousa like I knew Sousa…
Oh… oh… oh what a band!
(Sorry. I couldn’t think of a really good substitute for “gal”…)
Tigerlily is a walking contradiction, a hip momma with fashion sense and am abiding love for flywheels, gears, and rivets. (No cheap designer jeans for this girl. Its blings are rivet spangles that shine on for the long haul.) Its all about timelessness and craftmanship, ya dig?
Isn’t that basically Professor Badass?
Continuing the theme from my filk on Wednesday, the tune is Stayin’ Alive by – again – the Bee Gees
Well, you can tell by the way I swing my hip,
I’m a funky guy, got trained by Tip,
Voices loud inside my head,
Gotta boogie now or else I’m dead.
But it’s all right, it’s okay,
Moustachio taught me to sway,
Music of old-timey squares,
Almost as cool as tie-dyed flares.
Music of John Phillip, teaching me to skill up,
It’s Sousa to jive, Sousa to jive.
Quoting Serenity, hoping for lenity,
It’s Sousa to jive, Sousa to jive.
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
Sousa to jive, Sousa to jive.
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
Sousa to jii-iii-iii-iiive!