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Fifteen men on a dead mans chest [Jun. 25th, 2011|12:27 am]
shrinath

DERELICT
A Reminiscence of Treasure Island.
Young E. Allison


Fifteen men on the dead mans's chest--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Drink and the devil had done for the rest--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
The mate was fixed by the bos'n's pike,
The bos'n brained with a marlinspike,
And Cookey's throat was marked belike
It had been gripped
By fingers ten;
And there they lay,
All good dead men,
Like break-o'-day in a boozing ken--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!


Fifteen men of a whole ship's list--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Dead and bedamned, and the rest gone whist--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
The skipper lay with his nob in gore
Where the scullion's axe his cheek had shore--
And the scullion he was stabbed times four.
And there they lay,
And the soggy skies
Dripped all day long
In up-staring eyes--
At murk sunset and at foul sunrise--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!


Fifteen men of 'em stiff and stark--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Ten of the crew had the murder mark--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
'Twas a cutlass swipe, or an ounce of lead,
Or a yawing hole in a battered head,
And the scuppers glut with a rotting red.
And there they lay--
Aye, damn my eyes!--
All lookouts clapped
On paradise--
All souls bound just contrariwise--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!


Fifteen men of 'em good and true--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Every man jack could ha' sailed with Old Pew--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
There was chest on ches full of Spanish gold,
With a ton of plate in the middle hold,
And the cabis riot of stuff untold.
And they lay there
That had took the plum,
With sightless glare
And their lips struck dumb,
While we shared all by the rule of thumb--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!


More was seen through the sternlight screen--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Chartings ondoubt where a woman had been--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
A flimsy shift on a bunker cot,
With a thin dirk slot through the bosom spot
And the lace stiff-dry in a purplish blot.
Or was she wench. . .
Or some shuddering maid . . ?
That dared the knife
And that took the blade!
By God! She was stuf for a plucky jade--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!


Fifteen men on the dead man's chest--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Drink and the devil had done for the rest--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
We wrapped 'em all in a mains'l tight,
With twice ten turns of the hawser's bight,
And we heaved 'em over and out of sight--
With a yo-heave-ho!
And a fare-you-well!
And a sullen plunge
In the sullen swell--
Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!

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Shakin Stevens - Because I love you [May. 16th, 2010|03:15 pm]
shrinath
[mood |cheerfulcheerful]

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Concerning Hobbits Symphony - Howard Shore [Mar. 27th, 2010|12:57 am]
shrinath
[mood |cheerfulcheerful]



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Something tell's me I'm into something good [Jan. 26th, 2010|04:17 pm]
shrinath
[mood |happyhappy]

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(no subject) [Jan. 24th, 2010|02:17 am]
shrinath

Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life


Some things in life are bad,
They can really make you mad,
Other things just make you swear and curse.
When you're chewing on life's gristle
Don't grumble, give a whistle.
And this'll help things turn out for the best.
And....
Always look on the bright side of life,
Always look on the bright side of life,
If life seems jolly rotten,
There's something you've forgotten,
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing.
When you're feeling in the dumps,
Don't be silly chumps.
Just purse your lips and whistle, that's the thing.
And...
Always look on the bright side of life.
Come on...
Always look on the bright side of life...
For life is quite absurd,
And death's the final word,
You must always face the curtain with a bow.
Forget about your sin,
Give the audience a grin,
Enjoy it - it's your last chance anyhow.
So always look on the bright side of death,
Just before you draw your terminal breath,
Life's a piece of shit,
When you look at it,
Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true.
You'll see it's all a show,
Keep 'em laughing as you go.
Just remember that the last laugh is on you.
And always look on the bright side of life,
Always look on the right side of life,
Come on guys, cheer up.
Always look on the bright side of life.
Worse things happen at sea, you know.
Always look on the bright side of life.
I mean - what have you got to lose?
You know, you come from nothing,
you're going back to nothing.
What have you lost?
Nothing!
(fade...)

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Toy Story 2 - Sarah McLachlan - When She Loved Me [Jan. 17th, 2010|11:49 pm]
shrinath
[mood |mellowmellow]

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BRUCE AND THE SPIDER [Dec. 25th, 2009|09:57 pm]
shrinath
BRUCE AND THE SPIDER

by: Bernard Barton (1784-1849)

For Scotland's and for freedom's right
The Bruce his part has played;--
In five successive fields of fight
Been conquered and dismayed:
Once more against the English host
His band he led, and once more lost
The meed for which he fought;
And now from battle, faint and worn,
The homeless fugitive, forlorn,
A hut's lone shelter sought.

And cheerless was that resting-place
For him who claimed a throne;--
His canopy, devoid of grace,
The rude, rough beams alone;
The heather couch his only bed--
Yet well I ween had slumber fled
From couch of eider down!
Through darksome night till dawn of day,
Absorbed in wakeful thought he lay
Of Scotland and her crown.

The sun rose brightly, and its gleam
Fell on that hapless bed,
And tinged with light each shapeless beam
Which roofed the lowly shed;
When, looking up with wistful eye,
The Bruce beheld a spider try
His filmy thread to fling
From beam to beam of that rude cot--
And well the insect's toilsome lot
Taught Scotland's future king.

Six times the gossamery thread
The wary spider threw;--
In vain the filmy line was sped,
For powerless or untrue
Each aim appeared, and back recoiled
The patient insect, six times foiled,
And yet unconquered still;
And soon the Bruce, with eager eye,
Saw him prepare once more to try
His courage, strength, and skill.

One effort more, his seventh and last!--
The hero hailed the sign!--
And on the wished-for beam hung fast
That slender silken line!
Slight as it was, his spirit caught
The more than omen; for his thought
The lesson well could trace,
Which even "he who runs may read,"
That Perseverance gains its meed,
And Patience wins the race.

(source http://www.poetry-archive.com/b/bruce_and_the_spider.html)
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Geek behavior, Taxonomy of Friends and Overbearing Asian Parents [Sep. 4th, 2009|04:00 pm]
shrinath
[mood |cheerfulcheerful]

Geek behavior, Taxonomy of Friends and Overbearing Asian Parents - ever wondered about these?
Whatever your answer, here are some must read opinions.


A few self-test questions.

  • Did you read the geek article to completion ?
    (I most certainly did.)
     

  • How many Type1, Type2,... Type 5 friends do you have ?
    (Hush, no comments.)
     

  • Did you have any clue why you were in college and what to do thereafter ?
    (Yes and No.)
     

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Solve the Rubick's cube [Feb. 7th, 2009|11:23 am]
shrinath
[mood |excitedexcited]


Amazing video!




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Talking of video spoofs [Jan. 23rd, 2009|10:04 pm]
shrinath
[mood |amusedamused]


Where the hell is KGP?



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