Thoughts from the Beach
Something I wrote for the Lost Community Blog
Thoughts from the Beach
I’m Lost on this Island, my plane crashed you see
I was on Oceanic 815, seat 23
I don’t mind the mangos; the sea view is nice,
And Rose does my washing for a reasonable price.
I play Golf with Hurley , backgammon with Locke
I played cards with Sawyer, I lost, not a shock.
I don’t mind the Polars, they keep to their own
And so what if the monster gives an occasional groan
The food drop was awesome, Apollo candy for all
So the ranch dressings missing, you can’t have it all.
Aaron’s a real cutie and Claire’s quite nice too,
And I did like the hatch with a real flushing loo.
We had our own doctor, dentist and priest
It’s a shame the psychiatrist and cop are deceased
The Others seem friendly, if you’re not Steve or Scott
And we have our own psychic I nearly forgot
We’ve got Kate, who’s a killer, but nice as can be,
Charlie a Junkie but now he’s drug free.
I hear there’s a French lady mad as a goose
She captured Sayid, but then set him loose
Jin does the fishing, Sun grows the food
Jack runs the show, when he’s not in a mood
Vincent is cuddly, just like the bears.
And I live on the beach with out any cares
I like my small island, the sun and the sand,
It’s quite fun surviving with my little band
So a plane fell on Boone, Shannon got shot,
Michael Escaped, Eko did not
Artz got exploded all over Hurley
But hey, I can sleep in, I don’t get up early.
There’s adventure and intrigue, mystery galore,
With Dharma and Hanso, the Others and more
The Back Rock, transmitter, the drug plane as well
The hatches, the numbers, Dr Marvin Candle
And let’s not forget that guy with that patch
Are Dharma still working from the Flame Hatch?
It almost a perfect existence, this life
No worries no work, no pestering wife
I’d almost say paradise lost has been found
The moment the plane impacted the ground
There’s only one thing that getting me down
It’s Nikki and Paulo
I do wish they’d Drown
Thoughts from the Beach
I’m Lost on this Island, my plane crashed you see
I was on Oceanic 815, seat 23
I don’t mind the mangos; the sea view is nice,
And Rose does my washing for a reasonable price.
I play Golf with Hurley , backgammon with Locke
I played cards with Sawyer, I lost, not a shock.
I don’t mind the Polars, they keep to their own
And so what if the monster gives an occasional groan
The food drop was awesome, Apollo candy for all
So the ranch dressings missing, you can’t have it all.
Aaron’s a real cutie and Claire’s quite nice too,
And I did like the hatch with a real flushing loo.
We had our own doctor, dentist and priest
It’s a shame the psychiatrist and cop are deceased
The Others seem friendly, if you’re not Steve or Scott
And we have our own psychic I nearly forgot
We’ve got Kate, who’s a killer, but nice as can be,
Charlie a Junkie but now he’s drug free.
I hear there’s a French lady mad as a goose
She captured Sayid, but then set him loose
Jin does the fishing, Sun grows the food
Jack runs the show, when he’s not in a mood
Vincent is cuddly, just like the bears.
And I live on the beach with out any cares
I like my small island, the sun and the sand,
It’s quite fun surviving with my little band
So a plane fell on Boone, Shannon got shot,
Michael Escaped, Eko did not
Artz got exploded all over Hurley
But hey, I can sleep in, I don’t get up early.
There’s adventure and intrigue, mystery galore,
With Dharma and Hanso, the Others and more
The Back Rock, transmitter, the drug plane as well
The hatches, the numbers, Dr Marvin Candle
And let’s not forget that guy with that patch
Are Dharma still working from the Flame Hatch?
It almost a perfect existence, this life
No worries no work, no pestering wife
I’d almost say paradise lost has been found
The moment the plane impacted the ground
There’s only one thing that getting me down
It’s Nikki and Paulo
I do wish they’d Drown
