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due South: the vid that needs making
So, as previously mentioned, I work in a library. It's a pretty nice library, as libraries go, although I am continually bewildered by some of the books we order. For example, what in the name of all that is good and holy is The Handbook of Drug-Eluting Stents? I mean, I'm reasonably certain that parts of that title aren't even words.
But I digress.
The library is marvelous, largely because the work I do doesn't require me to do much in the way of actually, you know, thinking. I just look up titles and give them barcodes to match, and my higher mental functions can go entirely different places—porn, usually. Today, though, I started contemplating the music I was listening to, and I realized that each of my fandoms has a song.
Like, OK, Supernatural's song is Red, which I posted in my music pimpage last night, because it's creepy and weird and really really pretty. Actually, Supernatural and Dave Carter are generally a good match.
Similarly, SGA is pretty much always set to Erin McKeown, for me. White City, but also We Are More—come on, people, back me up! You know I'm right. (And Bells and Bombs? such a Teyla song.)
So, I wondered, what's the underlying song of due South?
The Little Things You Do Together. Sondheim, from Company.
Now, I know what you're saying. You're saying that it's really a shame how I've so clearly suffered a total mental meltdown brought on by final exams. And, you know, I'm not going to deny that. I went to bed at the ever-reasonable hour of 1 am last night, only to get up half an hour later and start cleaning the sink. I make no claim to sanity.
But the fact remains that this song is the biggest damn RayK/Fraser song I've ever heard, and if someone were to vid them to that? I would be that person's willing slave for, um. A while.
JOANNE:
It's the little things you do together,
Do together,
Do together,
That make perfect relationships.
The hobbies you pursue together,
Savings you accrue together,
Looks you misconstrue together,
That make marriage a joy.
M-hm...
It's the little things you share together,
Swear together,
Wear together,
That make perfect relationships.
The concerts you enjoy together,
Neighbors you annoy together,
Children you destroy together,
That keep marriage intact.
It's not so hard to be married
When two manoeuver as one.
It's not so hard to be married,
And, Jesus Christ, is it fun!
It's sharing little winks together,
Drinks together,
Kinks together,
That make marriage a joy.
The bargains that you shop together,
Cigarettes you stop together,
Clothing that you swap together,
That make perfect relationships.
Uh-huh...
M-hm...
FRIENDS:
It's not talk of God and the decade ahead that
Allows you to get through the worst.
It's "I do" and "you don't" and "nobody said that"
And "who brought the subject up first?"
It's the little things,
The little things, the little things, the little things.
The little ways you try together,
Cry together,
Lie together,
That make perfect relationships.
Becoming a cliche together,
Growing old and grey together,
Withering away together,
That make marriage a joy.
It's not so hard to be married,
It's much the simplest of crimes.
It's not so hard to be married--
JOANNE:
I've done it three or four times.
FRIENDS:
It's the people that you hate together,
Bait together,
Date together,
That make marriage a joy.
It's things like using force together,
Shouting till you're hoarse together,
Getting a divorce together,
That make perfect relationships.
Uh-huh...
Kiss-kiss...
M-hm...
OK, now. Who's going to make this vid? I'd do it, if I had anything even remotely resembling audio-visual skills. Or, like, depth perception, or some shit like that. Word.
But I digress.
The library is marvelous, largely because the work I do doesn't require me to do much in the way of actually, you know, thinking. I just look up titles and give them barcodes to match, and my higher mental functions can go entirely different places—porn, usually. Today, though, I started contemplating the music I was listening to, and I realized that each of my fandoms has a song.
Like, OK, Supernatural's song is Red, which I posted in my music pimpage last night, because it's creepy and weird and really really pretty. Actually, Supernatural and Dave Carter are generally a good match.
Similarly, SGA is pretty much always set to Erin McKeown, for me. White City, but also We Are More—come on, people, back me up! You know I'm right. (And Bells and Bombs? such a Teyla song.)
So, I wondered, what's the underlying song of due South?
The Little Things You Do Together. Sondheim, from Company.
Now, I know what you're saying. You're saying that it's really a shame how I've so clearly suffered a total mental meltdown brought on by final exams. And, you know, I'm not going to deny that. I went to bed at the ever-reasonable hour of 1 am last night, only to get up half an hour later and start cleaning the sink. I make no claim to sanity.
But the fact remains that this song is the biggest damn RayK/Fraser song I've ever heard, and if someone were to vid them to that? I would be that person's willing slave for, um. A while.
JOANNE:
It's the little things you do together,
Do together,
Do together,
That make perfect relationships.
The hobbies you pursue together,
Savings you accrue together,
Looks you misconstrue together,
That make marriage a joy.
M-hm...
It's the little things you share together,
Swear together,
Wear together,
That make perfect relationships.
The concerts you enjoy together,
Neighbors you annoy together,
Children you destroy together,
That keep marriage intact.
It's not so hard to be married
When two manoeuver as one.
It's not so hard to be married,
And, Jesus Christ, is it fun!
It's sharing little winks together,
Drinks together,
Kinks together,
That make marriage a joy.
The bargains that you shop together,
Cigarettes you stop together,
Clothing that you swap together,
That make perfect relationships.
Uh-huh...
M-hm...
FRIENDS:
It's not talk of God and the decade ahead that
Allows you to get through the worst.
It's "I do" and "you don't" and "nobody said that"
And "who brought the subject up first?"
It's the little things,
The little things, the little things, the little things.
The little ways you try together,
Cry together,
Lie together,
That make perfect relationships.
Becoming a cliche together,
Growing old and grey together,
Withering away together,
That make marriage a joy.
It's not so hard to be married,
It's much the simplest of crimes.
It's not so hard to be married--
JOANNE:
I've done it three or four times.
FRIENDS:
It's the people that you hate together,
Bait together,
Date together,
That make marriage a joy.
It's things like using force together,
Shouting till you're hoarse together,
Getting a divorce together,
That make perfect relationships.
Uh-huh...
Kiss-kiss...
M-hm...
OK, now. Who's going to make this vid? I'd do it, if I had anything even remotely resembling audio-visual skills. Or, like, depth perception, or some shit like that. Word.