Gift for feochadn (Gunless)
Title of vid: Eleven Men
Recipient: feochadn
Vidder: theleaveswant
Fandom: Gunless - 2010
Music: "Shanty Song" by Bruce Peninsula
Summary: A vid about Sean, Barclay's Brush, and the elephant in the room.
Content notes: Violence, offscreen self-harm and suggested suicidal intent
Length: 04:50
(choir)
fallow from the loss of sun, fields turn into spoil
and sod along the arid plains for food left in the soil
and all the mothers, fathers, with their water and their wood
give life to an inheritor, relief not understood
(soloist)
oh I come from a line of crooks, of bitter and brittle men
so I won't be around when those wedding bells ring
but I'm mean and marked-up enough
to give you my hand with none of my roots showing
so leave me a little privacy
don't call, don't you come around at all
leave me a little decency
and call off all your dogs
their collars are coming off
(choir)
following the loss of laws, saying in their turn
for every man to live his life shall have to last and burn
and all the brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, and their sons will
be passed along the daily deal, alike the day before
la da da da da da da da da da da
oh oh oh
(soloist)
oh don't get like that, don't recoil back in silence
oh all that I ask is just a couple of seconds in private
so leave me a little privacy
don't call, don't you come around at all
leave me a little decency
oh I'm sorry darling
you're just gonna have to choose
it's either me or the elephant in the room
I can't stand to lose ya
no I can't stand to lose ya
it's either me or the elephant in the room
whoa
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Recipient: feochadn
Vidder: theleaveswant
Fandom: Gunless - 2010
Music: "Shanty Song" by Bruce Peninsula
Summary: A vid about Sean, Barclay's Brush, and the elephant in the room.
Content notes: Violence, offscreen self-harm and suggested suicidal intent
Length: 04:50
(choir)
fallow from the loss of sun, fields turn into spoil
and sod along the arid plains for food left in the soil
and all the mothers, fathers, with their water and their wood
give life to an inheritor, relief not understood
(soloist)
oh I come from a line of crooks, of bitter and brittle men
so I won't be around when those wedding bells ring
but I'm mean and marked-up enough
to give you my hand with none of my roots showing
so leave me a little privacy
don't call, don't you come around at all
leave me a little decency
and call off all your dogs
their collars are coming off
(choir)
following the loss of laws, saying in their turn
for every man to live his life shall have to last and burn
and all the brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, and their sons will
be passed along the daily deal, alike the day before
la da da da da da da da da da da
oh oh oh
(soloist)
oh don't get like that, don't recoil back in silence
oh all that I ask is just a couple of seconds in private
so leave me a little privacy
don't call, don't you come around at all
leave me a little decency
oh I'm sorry darling
you're just gonna have to choose
it's either me or the elephant in the room
I can't stand to lose ya
no I can't stand to lose ya
it's either me or the elephant in the room
whoa
This entry was originally posted at http://fv-poster.dreamwidth.org/106028.html, where there are
comments. You can comment either there or here.