SONG TITLE: "Girl Anachronism"

ARTIST: The Dresden Dolls

SUMMERY: I imagine River singing this song and frightening everyone on SERENITY, and then collapsing into a fit of laughter, saying, "I love this song!" You read, and you tell me what you imagine. OH, and here's the adress of the site that has the unadulterated lyrics of the song, if you're curiuos:

http://dresdendolls.com/downloads_n_lyrics/lyrics/girlanachronism.htm

You can tell

From the scars on my arms and the cracks in my hips and the dents in the shuttle and the blisters on my lips that I'm not the carefullest of girls

And you can tell from the leaves on the floor and the things that are breaking and I keep on breaking more and it looks like I am shaking but it's just the temprature

Then again if I were any colder I could disengage if I were any older I would act my age, but I don't think that you believe me

It's NOT the way I'm MEANT to be

It's just the way the operation made me

And you can tell

By the state of my room that they let me out too soon and the pills that I ate came a couple weeks too late, and I've got some issues to work though

There I go again!

Pretending to be Jube

Make-believing that I have a soul beneath the surface trying to convince Jayne it was accidentally on purpose

I am not so serious/ this passion is a plagerism/ I might join your century, but only on a rare occasion/ I was taken out before the labor pains set in and now behold the 'verse's worst accident: I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM

And you can tell

By the red in my eyes and the bruises on my thighs and the knots in my hair and the engine room full of flies that I’m not right now at all

There I go again! Pretending that I’ll fall.

Don’t call the doctors cause they’ve seen it all before, they’ll say: “Just let her crash and burn. She’ll learn. The attention just encourages her.”

And you can tell

From the full-body cast that you’re sorry that you asked though you did everything you could like any decent Preacher would but I might be catching so don’t touch. You’ll start believing you’re immune to gravity and stuff. Don’t let me scream because the cows will all run off

You can tell

From the smoke at the stake that the current state is critical—well it is the little things for instance: in the time it takes to break it Kaylee could make up ten excuses: “Please excuse her for the day, it’s just the way the medication makes her”

I don’t necessarily believe there is a cure for this so I might join you century but only as a doubtful guest. I was too precarious removed as a caesarian—behold the 'verse’s worst accident: I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM.

I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM

I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM

I am the girl

I am the girl

I am the girl

I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM