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Arcane Knowledge was Fran's fantastic Swampy web site. It was (and still is) the most informative one on the Net, and gave most other sites (including this one) their traffic, as search engines seem to have some sort of aversion to listing Swampy sites. Fran was also an extremely talented, funny, and creative storyteller; far too few material of hers is available online. She did write "TREMORS: BAYOU RHYTHMS - Part One: Thieving Las Vegas", co-wrote the fanfic "Bloody Hell" with JJ Arrows, wrote parts of the fanfic round robin "The Houma Files, along with parts of a forthcoming fanfic drabble, and co-wrote the Swamp Thing Series FAQ with Steve Iverson. She was (and is) the driving force behind the revival movement.
Besides being a good writer, she was one of the sweetest people any of us have had the priviledge of knowing. Knowing Fran was a gift.
I know one of your last wishes was for all of us to celebrate your life rather than grieve your death, Fran, but it's still hard not to be sad.
We love you, Fran. We'll miss you.
(Yo brother) Yo brother
(You sure heard me) You sure heard me
(Banging on the big drums) Banging on the big drums for your love
You called me baby then
Talked to me like your best friend
When the time was right you were so good
Asked me what I like and I said
Don't stop swaying baby
You soothe my soul and I stop searching
When I get lost in the rhythm everything stops hurting
Don't stop swaying baby
Take it slow and I keep yearning, ooh
Again I fall
Lighter than the morning dew (fresh)
'Cause I always never knew
What I'm stumbling on
(Yo sister) Yo sister
(You sure heard me) You sure heard me
(Singing in the rain for some love) Singing in the rain for some love
You took me unaware
Said things to make me care
Now the time is ripe and you're so good
Ask me what I like and I say
Don't stop swaying baby
You soothe my soul and I stop searching
When I get lost in the rhythm everything stops hurting
Don't stop swaying baby
Take it slow and I keep yearning, ooh
Don't stop swaying baby
You soothe my soul and I stop searching
When I get lost in the rhythm everything stops hurting
Don't stop swaying baby
Take it slow
when the sun goes down (don't stop swaying baby)
Hansel and Gretel are holding hands deep in the forest.
They are lost. This is their own story.
The two have fallen in love, and so,
after a long quietness amidst the creatures of the night, they begin to kiss.
Traveling like heat through each other's bodies,
they pass through centuries of insecurity and into a rhythm where they are not afraid.
Mamma has led these children into the wild unknown for reasons,
known,
with father's help, of course, they tried very hard to get back home,
but of course, they could not.
And so, they find themselves through the darkness, through the sadness,
making love, making peace, making music.
They find themselves, through the chaos, making sense.
This is what they want. This is who they are. These are the things they need.
This is what they want. This is who they are. These are the things they need.
Noo, when the sun goes down
When I'm next to you
When a star falls down (don't stop don't stop don't stop)
Oooh...
-"Don't Stop Swaying", ©Sophie B. Hawkins