Title: Archeology Prize
Notes: Originally "American Pie" - Don
Episode: The Curse, Season 4
Archeology Prize
A long, long time ago,
I can still remember
how his lectures used to make me dream.
And I knew if I had my chance,
That I could make my theories dance,
And maybe earn a touch of his esteem.
But then I saw that drug-store rag,
A deadly curse; a cheap sales tag.
Bad news in the headline;
One honest truth made the deadline.
I can't remember if I cried
When I knew I'd never earn his pride;
But something touched me deep inside,
The day my mentor died.
Chorus:
And bye, bye, archeology prize.
Gave my theories to the juries and they said I was high.
Them good ol' boys will never give up their lies;
They're sayin' Dr. Jackson's dead in our eyes.
Dr. Jackson's dead in our eyes.
* * *
Did I write a book of lies,
in my old professor's eyes?
At least Steve Rayner tells me so.
Now, that I believed in something new,
While they all said it wasn't true,
Makes me yearn to tell them what I know.
Well, I never cleared my tarnished name,
Or justified my wild claims.
They still scoff at my views;
Man I hate this secretive ruse!
I'm just some crazy nut like old grand-dad.
I lost the life I might have had.
But all that really makes me sad
Is to know my mentor died.
Chorus:
And bye, bye, archeology prize.
Gave my theories to the juries and they said I was high.
Them good ol' boys will never give up their lies;
They're sayin' Dr. Jackson's dead in our eyes.
Dr. Jackson's dead in our eyes.
* * *
Now for 5 years, I've been on my own,
My whereabouts a complete unknown.
Wish that's not how it had to be.
While Apophis made my wife his queen,
My old friends stayed in their worn out scene,
Without a clue about our real history.
Oh, then Sarah made a careless glance,
And old Osiris took his chance.
Oh, and while my mentor burned,
An old Goa'uld was returned.
Oh, as Steven's book bought him a Porsche,
Sarah's life was turned off course,
And I fought back a Goa'uld force,
The day, my mentor died.
Chorus:
And bye, bye, archeology prize.
Gave my theories to the juries and they said I was high.
Them good ol' boys will never give up their lies;
They're sayin' Dr. Jackson's dead in our eyes.
Dr. Jackson's dead in our eyes.
* * *
Egypt's old glyphs together with Goa'uld script
When Steve flew off to an old desert crypt
Osiris never even made a sound….
He landed flat on the ground,
And when he finally came around
He said he recognized what he had found.
He said he knew that I was right,
But those words could never last the night,
Oh, we had to find a lie
So he'd once again deny
I had insight in the field.
My vindication had to yield,
The SGC couldn't be revealed
After my mentor died.
Chorus:
And bye, bye, archeology prize.
Gave my theories to the juries and they said I was high.
Them good ol' boys will never give up their lies;
They're sayin' Dr. Jackson's dead in our eyes.
Dr. Jackson's dead in our eyes.
* * *
And while we were all in one place
Osiris made a break for space
With threats to come and fight us here again.
Jack was fishing; Jack was gone;
When Jack came back he saw it all went wrong,
And to the Goa'uld I'd lost another friend.
And as I read about the curse,
Then I knew my life was worse.
All Goa'ulds are born in hell,
And I'm caught in their spell.
Their ships soar high into the night
To light the sacrificial right,
And Osiris is laughing with delight,
Because my mentor died.
Chorus:
And bye, bye, archeology prize.
Gave my theories to the juries and they said I was high.
Them good ol' boys will never give up their lies;
They're sayin' Dr. Jackson's dead in our eyes.
Dr. Jackson's dead in our eyes.
* * *
When I went back to the SGC,
My friends all tried to comfort me,
But I just smiled and turned away.
Then I went down to the 28th floor,
Where I'd gone so many times before,
But the Stargate seemed so empty there that day.
Through the halls alarms can blare,
And calls of warning fill the air,
But all was hushed and silent,
Everywhere that I went.
My life will never be the same
After this bloody Goa'uld game,
I hope someone will respect my name
Although my mentor died.
And I was singin'
Chorus:
Bye, bye, archeology prize.
Gave my theories to the juries and they said I was high.
Them good ol' boys will never give up their lies;
They're sayin' Dr. Jackson's dead in our eyes.
Dr. Jackson's dead in our eyes.
Bye, bye, archeology prize.
Gave my theories to the juries and they said I was high.
Them good ol' boys will never give up their lies;
They're sayin' Dr. Jackson's dead in our eyes.