Creed and Ed Sing to Angela's Baby

"He wants us to move the island."

Okay, I'm completely back in love with LOST. I'm so tempted to go on a giddy schoolgirl rant here, but I'll refrain.

By the way, if you want to read really insightful weekly recaps of each episode, you must read Jeff Jensen's column.

I just want to say two things:

1. Keamy is quickly becoming one of my all-time favorite characters on the show.



2. Locke = Jacob



LOST owns me.

The end.

Myanmar

IFRC

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Thrice - Like Moths to Flame

Once again these bitter herbs
The perfect complement to all your cryptic words
I nod but don't know what to say, but I know you
And I believe you're who you say you are so I...

I will follow you, lay down my life
I would die for you, this very night

Once again the bread and wine
But it seems the meanings may be deeper still this time
And you surprised me when you said I'd fall away, don't you know me
I could never be ashamed of you, no I...

I will follow you, lay down my life
I would die for you, this very night

I've never been this cold, the fire's gravity compels
Like planets cling to sol, I feel my orbit start to fail
Like moths to flame I come, too close and all my oaths are burned
As stars begin to run, all my accusers take their turn
And calling curses down, from my lips lies like poison spill
And then that awful sound, the sound of prophesy fulfilled
And then I met your eyes, and I remember everything
And something in me dies, the night that I betrayed my king

Thrice - Kings Upon the Main

This lesson you'd do well not to forget.
Your life could be the one its wisdom saves
At sea, when you're beleaguered and beset,
On every side by strife of wind and waves.

Despite the best of maps and bravest men,
For all their mighty names and massive forms,
There'll never be and there has never been
A ship or fleet secure against the storms.

When kings upon the main have clung to pride,
And held themselves as masters of the sea,
I've held them down beneath the crushing tide
Till they have learned that no one masters me.

But grace can still be found within the gale;
With fear and reverence, raise your ragged sail.