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paradisalost2007-06-21 11:38 pm
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Sixteen
[dictated; transcribed loud, raucous singing and stumbling, with female laughter in the background]
In Dublin’s fair cityyyy~ where girls are so prettyyyy~ I first set my eyes on sweet Mollyyy Malone –
[a thud, like somebody just knocked into something] Oi, Rose, stoppit! I can get through here just fine! [more female laughing]
She wheeled her wheelbarrooowwww through streets broad and narrowwwww crying “cockles and mussellls aliiive-aliiive-ohhhh”
[beeping that sounds conspicuously like a mobile taking photos and/or recording video]
Aliiiive aliiive OHHHH,
Aliiiive alive ohhhh
Singing cockles and –
Muss… measles – bleh
Mussels? You know, a lot of people don’t eat those because it sounds so much like ‘muscles’. And they're slimy.
Or because said people are allergic.
Though I never could figure out why they’d want the cockles and mussels if they were alive-alive-oh.
Oh, is [thud] is this open? OI, PARADISAAA… you’re a great lot. Really, really great. You know, [thud] once I was exiled to Earth and they weren’t nearly as fun as you are. Though I had a car then. A yellow car. I don’t now, and my car was probably sold to a nun…
[plop, down he goes onto the bed, and Rose is still giggling as the beeping continues]
Now she was a fishmongeeeer
And sure twas no wonderrrrr
For so were her mother and fatherrrr before
And they each wheeled their--OI! Rose, whassat you've got there? Is that a... an electro-temporal space -- nah, can't be. Haven't seen one of those in... in...
Look, I've still got that banana! How about that. D'you think they'll come after me for pinching their banana? [muttered] Well, that's vaguely dirty.
In Dublin’s fair cityyyy~ where girls are so prettyyyy~ I first set my eyes on sweet Mollyyy Malone –
[a thud, like somebody just knocked into something] Oi, Rose, stoppit! I can get through here just fine! [more female laughing]
She wheeled her wheelbarrooowwww through streets broad and narrowwwww crying “cockles and mussellls aliiive-aliiive-ohhhh”
[beeping that sounds conspicuously like a mobile taking photos and/or recording video]
Aliiiive aliiive OHHHH,
Aliiiive alive ohhhh
Singing cockles and –
Muss… measles – bleh
Mussels? You know, a lot of people don’t eat those because it sounds so much like ‘muscles’. And they're slimy.
Or because said people are allergic.
Though I never could figure out why they’d want the cockles and mussels if they were alive-alive-oh.
Oh, is [thud] is this open? OI, PARADISAAA… you’re a great lot. Really, really great. You know, [thud] once I was exiled to Earth and they weren’t nearly as fun as you are. Though I had a car then. A yellow car. I don’t now, and my car was probably sold to a nun…
[plop, down he goes onto the bed, and Rose is still giggling as the beeping continues]
Now she was a fishmongeeeer
And sure twas no wonderrrrr
For so were her mother and fatherrrr before
And they each wheeled their--OI! Rose, whassat you've got there? Is that a... an electro-temporal space -- nah, can't be. Haven't seen one of those in... in...
Look, I've still got that banana! How about that. D'you think they'll come after me for pinching their banana? [muttered] Well, that's vaguely dirty.

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Not really~! Dublin's unofficial theme-- no, not themesong... anthem! That's it! Brilliant song. It's about cockles and mussels, you see. And Molly Malone.
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[mutters the rest of the song to self, mucking up some of the words] Oh, right, she does. Too bad. But otherwiiiiise... yes. Where was I?
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Recorded;
I dun ... I dun think they care.
Banana!
An' I got nothin' ... NOTHIN'.
[she takes a picture before falling over]
Who ... whooo's Molly? Blooddy alienn Cassanova!
Re: Recorded;
And careful with that thing, floor's HARD!
[loud laugh]
Casanova! Now, I met him once! Brilliant man! [thud!]
Recorded;
Oi watch it. We should make ... make a ... I know!
This banana should live a life as a banana daiquiri. Thinnk the casstle makes 'em like the toown?
[laugh]
YOU met Casanova?
Recorded;
[hee]
IIII absolutely did. Amazing singer! Painted beautiful portraits! -- No, wait, that's not old Jack, that's... no! No, he wrote. He wrote and adventured and had sex. Riiight. Very accomplished. Wrote 122 sonnets. -- No! That's not right, either.
[laaaugh]
Rose Tyler, you got me drunk.
Recorded;
[pause and then cheering as the castle turned the banana to a banana daiquiri]
Adventured and [laughing] ... and you visited him for what? To get tips on how to dance?
IIIII did no- ... welll maybe just a bit.
Come 'ere [sound of her tugging him by the shirt] Daiquiriiii!!!
Recorded;
Not dancing! Now, I'm a good dancer. Well, Nine's a good dancer -- I think, never danced with him - but I bet you I'm a better dancer -
[tugged]
Come on now, ladies first!
Recorded;
DAIQUIRI!
[laughing]
Oh are you now ... good dancer? Oooh that'd be so funny - dancing with Nine ... yourself! Mmmmm I'll be the ... the judge of that you!
[laugh]
Fine then! [takes a good drink of it]
There. Driiiiiink!
Recorded;
If he's not dead I'll have to try it to find out, then! Mental note: dancing with Nine -- [ha-haaa!] Oh, you will, eh? Will you? Have a gander!
[insert dance here while stumbling over to take the drink]
Mmm. Now that's a daiquiri!
Recorded;
That's ... that's ... [more laughing] I dunno what that was.
Right. Good daiquiri. Castle! Another banana daiquiri! [pause and woo hoo! daiquiri!]
You [shoved new daiquiri at him] drink that. Wait wait ... [takes a long drink of it first] There. Now they're even!
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[OOC: THANK YOU for bringing my childhood to Paradisa. xD ♥]
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((ooc: HAHA, no prob. X3 ♥))
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Great! You can play it, I'll sing, Rose will dance and the Master will drum and it'll be the best blinking song Paradisa has ever heard.
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MASTER! Hullooo~! You know, you should come join us. We're having banana daiquiris. And fun! When was the last time you had fun? Reallly?
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And my dear, dear Doctor - you know me. I'm always having fun.
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I am....! Room nineteen... nineteen... one minute --
[bang, thud, etc]
Nineteen twenty! Come on over, and bring a banana to make the castle making you a daiquiriiiieasier.
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