S2E10: The Troppelganger
S2E10: The Troppelganger
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The last proper episode of Season 2 goes back to the beginning. We get DeepBlueInk back in the Jam McCabin -- who doesn't love a good second chance??
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Challenge: "A second chance you don't deserve"
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BUG'S SONG
Title: The Lighthouse
Lyrics:
On the tip of the island they left him to linger
in a lighthouse that clung to the cliff by its fingers
no comfort or company close to this coast
where he dwelled like a Gargoyle, guarding his post
They caught me red-handed, prepared my last meal
then gave me an out -- I took the deal
Stick to my station, keep my patrol
my only condition: don't hurt a soul
A hundred years pass me with no chance to slip
then on the darkened horizon -- I spotted a ship
With the darkness consuming, I lit up their path
there's only one route through all the rocks and the crags
I carved out a chance through the maze in the sea
leading the ship up to rest on the beach
The pilgrims abandoned their ship until dawn
but the tide never sleeps, when they woke it was gone
Without a ship to sail, the sailors advanced
to the valley below where they set up their camps
the timber was scarce here, which begged them to ask:
Do we use them for shelter or use them for rafts?
I watched from the ridge, an unreachable witness
A fly on the wall with a spider's ambitions
didn't surprise me at all that the first thing they did was
divide into camps, their first building: a prison
They dream of rescue, bless their hearts
I've watched them build and tear apart
Must now be years since they arrived
why must the heartless all survive?
Their children only know this place
They know I'm here but not my face
I pray they never seek me out
Oh God, the stores I could tell
They're not to blame, I wish them well
Oh God, the stories I could tell
Years on the island have settled the score
The village below me is violent no more
Then out of the sunset appears a new ship
My heart begins beating -- I have to act quick
with only one hope to correct for the night
I leapt to my senses and smashed out the light
By the light of the morning, there wasn't a sign
of the wreckage that washed away deep in the night
I swore to my captors I'd harm no one else
but not doing harm doesn't mean that I'll help
cause I've kissed the devil and can't be coerced
of all God's creations, this is the worst
with the lighthouse abandoned, I start to descend
you can find me among all the souls I've condemned
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MATT'S SONG
Title: Orchids
Lyrics:
I watch us from the dark garden
Through the living room windows
We are dancing
You are laughing
Revelling in the novelty
Of my abandon
This is new, you think, I see
Your frown encroaches on your smile
Or very old, you think
But the worry's just a weed
We spin around the room
I am rooted in the flowerbed
And you are crying laughing now
And I'm just trying not to trample on the orchids
Midnight
it begins to rain
I pull my jacket closer
And you are snuggled on the couch with me and dozing
Visibly relieved
And I'm relieved as well, in my way
I try to catch my eye
But there's just no getting through to me
This is Good, I think
Hiding From the lights of passing cars
If I can't live it
Well
I guess I'll watch it from afar
You are warm and you are happy
You are safe inside with me
And I'm just trying
I'm just trying not to trample on the orchids
And as you sleep
I watch me blinking
In the television light
And maybe get a little taller
A little younger round the eyes
This is new, I think
Or something very very old
But the worry's just a weed
And I retreat into the cold
This is good, I think
In a way, a second start
And if I can't live it
Well
I guess I'll watch it from afar
You are warm and you are happy
You are safe, at least I hope
And I'm just trying
I'm just trying
I'm just trying
Not to trample on the orchids