brandy (you're a fine girl)

“Brandy (You’re a Fine Girl)” by Looking Glass

There’s a port on a western bay,
And it serves a hundred ships a day.
Lonely sailors pass the time away
And talk about their homes.

There’s a girl in this harbor town,
And she works laying whiskey down.
They say, “Brandy, fetch another round.”
She serves them whiskey and wine.

The sailors say, “Brandy, you’re a fine girl.
What a good wife you would be.
Your eyes could steal the sailor from the sea." 

Brandy wears a braided chain,
Made of finest silver from the north of Spain.
A locket that bears the name
Of the man that Brandy loved.

He came on a summer’s day,
Bringing gifts from far away.
But he made it clear he couldn’t stay,
No harbor was his home.

The sailor said, "Brandy, you’re a fine girl.
What a good wife you would be.
But my life, my love, and my lady, is the sea." 

Brandy used to watch his eyes,
When he told his sailor’s stories.
She could feel the ocean fall and rise,
She saw its raging glory.

But he had always told the truth,
Lord, he was an honest man.
And Brandy does her best to understand. 

At night, when the bars close down,
Brandy walks through a silent town,
And loves a man who’s not around.
She still can hear him say,

She hears him say, "Brandy, you’re a fine girl.
What a good wife you would be.
But my life, my love, and my lady, is the sea." 

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Another installment of The Random Song Stuck in My Head.

anonymous asked:

♘: Dex/Nursey/Chowder


In reply, Dex snuggled deeper into the blankets- or at least, as deep as he could get into what little he had. Chowder was a huge blanket hog, made all the worse because he was, well, Chowder, and you couldn’t really stay mad at him for long.

“Psst,” Nurse repeated. “Dex, hey.”

Dex screwed his eyes shut tighter, frowning into his pillow, stubbornly clinging to the peace and quiet that had settled over their blanket fort like a blanket all its own.

“PSST,” Nurse said again.

Damn it, Dex thought, before finally turning to face him, propping himself up on an elbow.

“What do you want?”

Nursey opened his mouth, then stopped and let it close again. A long moment passed.

“I forgot,” he admitted.

Dex just looked at him. He let his head fall back and turned his gaze up to the ceiling of the fort, staring at it while questioning his life choices.

“That’s on you, not me. Maybe if you hadn’t taken so long to reply I’d’ve remembered,” Nursey grumbled.

Dex looked at him again and said nothing.

“Don’t look at me like that. You don’t have the right. Me and C are always waiting on you, you shouldn’t be surprised when things like this happen.”

Dex huffed in exasperation and returned to a semi-sitting position.

“What does that even mean?” He asked.

“You know Chowder. He wouldn’t stop talking about all the things he wanted us to do together once you finally got back from summer vacation. Tired himself out with all the excitement and waiting.”

Dex glanced down at the sleeping lump between them. It was true he was usually the last one up between the three of them.

“We’re like those ladies who wander the beach, biding our time until our sailor man returns from the sea,” Nursey continued.

Something small and angry sprang to life inside Dex, lending its teeth to give Dex’s voice a slight edge.

“I don’t know what you want me to say. An apology? You already know I don’t go out there for the fun of it.”

“I was only-damn. You’re right. Just forget it, all right?”

Great. Dex dragged his hands over his face, the frustration melting into exhaustion. He’d just got back to Samwell that day. Things were supposed to be good, he’d wanted them to be good. He’d wanted to leave behind all the rest in the summer where it belonged, though he’d always known that of course, he couldn’t. Still, usually it took a little longer before it all came rushing back. But now-

Dex turned that over in his head, and only then did something Nurse had said strike him as familiar. He laughed, strangely, and Nurse looked at him in concern.

“You paying attention?” He asked.

“You know that I am,” Nursey replied.

Dex lay back down, closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

“Good. Because this is never happening again.”

“What’re you-” Nurse began, though he trailed off into stunned silence when Dex started to quietly sing.

“Nursey wears a braided chain

Made of finest silver from the North of Spain

A locket that bears the name

Of a man that Nursey loves

He came on a summer’s day

Bringin’ gifts from far away

But he made it clear he couldn’t stay

No harbor was his home

The sailors say “Nursey,

you’re a fine man.

What a good partner you’d be.

But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea.”“

For a moment, there was nothing but a silence so complete that Dex wondered if Nursey was holding his breath, too.

The moment ended as quickly as it began, with both of them scrabbling up and away in surprise when the lump between them abruptly sat up, continuing the song in a warbling, muffled voice despite the fort falling apart around them.

"Yeah, Nursey used to watch his eyes
When he told his sailor stories
He could feel the ocean fall and rise
He saw its ragin’ glory
But he had always told the truth, lord, he was an honest man.
And Nursey does his best to understand!”

“Jesus, Chowder, give a guy a warning, would you?” Nursey complained.

But Dex could tell he wasn’t just flustered from the shock alone, and as Chowder pulled the blankets over his head and smiled sheepishly at both of them, he felt something warm settle in his chest; the undeniable feeling that he’d come home.


Brandy You’re A Fine Girl - Looking Glass


Looking Glass - Brandy (You’re a Fine Girl), (1972)