Smiecht

Today I want to tell you about the word “smiecht”. It’s a word we used, mockingly more than seriously, where I grew up. I just looked it up and it is in the Dutch dictionary. When a person is called a “smiecht”, it means it’s a mean person, a cheat, crook, rogue. I never heard it used much where I live now. It certainly never is used the way we used to use it.


That’s the word “smiecht”.

Now here’s the lyrics to the song I’m addicted to, which accompanies a fanmade video tribute for Data.

Take Me to the Hospital – the Faint
Hold my hand, it's shakin' bad
I'm going to the doc
I pay him to fix me up
I think I've got enough
No no an ambulance would cost too much
We'll take a van
If they can't fix me no one can
If they can fix me no one can't

Want you to take me to the H, take me to the O
Want you to take me to the S, take me to the P
Want you to take me to the I-T-A-L
Want you to take me to the hospital

Hospital
Now I'm losing blood from my veins
They're slowly emptying
I'm bothered by this crimson red
To the color of blood

To the color of a be, color of a L
To the color of a O, color of O
To the color of a Deep crimson red
From a little-bitty accident

Accident
I scraped up my face
Bounced my cheek on the floor
Cause anything worth doing's worth getting hurt for
I made no mistakes
I'm never learning from that
I've got no regrets
I want to do it again
With the A-G-A-I-N

So you can take me to the H, take me to the O,
Want you to take me to S, take me to the P,
Want you to take me to the I-T-A-L
Want you to take me to the hospital
Cause it's the color of a be, color of a L
To the color of a O, color of O
To the color of a Deep crimson red
From a little bitty accident

[Repeat x2]
Want you to take me to the hospital