My Poproks

Are they up to #11 already? The latest episode of Lost, “Cabin Fever” answered about half of the amount of questions that it raised (as does every episode ever). Another highly amusing contribution from Brooklyn’s Previously on Lost, the song “Move It”…

Back to boatside, the cap at last reveals the rat
Feeling so fine, until he squished his ankle flat
Keamy grants a freebee though he’d rather pull the trigger but the
Pistol was jammed
THE PISTOL WAS JAMMED
But hope is racing back, hijacked the zodiac, to lend a nautical helping hand
Crippled vision, a cabin built before his eyes
A mathematician, a map is where his body lies

A baby born into a family torn, was quickly tossed away
He crashed into this world, and crashed onto our island much the same
Good times havin found the cabin, now off to pick Jacobs brain
Destiny (fickle) prevails, (bitch) again

Locke’s assistants, share snacks while the grownups talk
The resistant captain gets sacked with the doc
As a lad he had to pick which things belonged to him but are you sure about the knife
NO NOT SURE BOUT THE KNIFE
never good enough for special school locke locked in lockers played the fool, he felt doomed to an uncool life
passed up chances to go to Portland to fit in
no school dances, the girls will only laugh at him

Couldn’t be the prom king, superhero nor the quarterback
From an incubator you’d become the leader of the pack
Grown to be the chosen one to save your soil from attack
Ya gotta moooooooooooooooveeee your island

Listen: “Move it” by Previously on Lost