What Would Peggy Carter Do? – Kate Nyx

What would Peggy Carter do?
She’d happily fight anyone who’d gotten in her way
What would peggy carter do?
She wouldn’t listen to what the haters have to say
She would catch all of the bad guys and she’d do it looking great
Peggy Carter is my hero, and she’s why I’m here today 

“What Would Peggy Carter Do,” an anthem from Kate Nyx.

Lyrics available on Bandcamp.

Mamas raise all your Princesses up to be Generals – theactualcluegirl

theactualcluegirl:

s-leary:

“General.”

*Filks Waylon Jennings*

Generals ain’t easy to love and they’re harder to
hold
They care more about the next battle than diamonds or gold
DeathStar destroyers and Amazon Heroes
And Dora Milaje are proof
You may not understand her, an’ she might die young
But she’ll shake the world to it’s roof.

Mamas, raise all your princesses up to be Generals
Instruct them in tactics and honor and pride
How to stand fast when they’re on the right side.
Mamas raise all your princesses up to be Generals
‘Cos they’ll take on the world and they’ll fight like a girl
To save the ones that they love

Generals take lovers who know that they go where they have to
Where the troops need them, and where the foe gathers to fight
Empires tremble when they take the field and then Fall in their moment of triumph
Cause they don’t know surrender, and if they retreat
The trap it leads into holds tight

Mamas, raise all your princesses up to be Generals
Instruct them in tactics and honor and pride
How to stand fast when they’re on the right side.
Mamas raise all your princesses up to be Generals
‘Cos they’ll take on the world and they’ll fight like a girl
To save the home that they love

Leviathan, The Girl – PhemieC

phemiec:

Some short Rose filk for Jewce (who is lovely)! 😀

Download at Soundcloud Source.

~

What a vision of darkness, creeps in with desperate sharpness, lecherous grafting of knowledge to my young mortal subconscious.
Words writ by breath of the ancients, wiser than even the pagans, or the wizened old men with wands and white beards that once were ensconced in my pages.

Obfuscated by doom, and laden with arduous tasks are the pathways laid out for the lot of us.
Mages and witches and princes and maids, pages with inches of space for mistakes.

I am the beast, I am the light, I am the blighted being cursed with sight
I am the god who created a world, I am leviathan, the girl

I can do it on my own, but you’re a hero after all, and we may think our sacrifice is just but pride comes right before the fall.
The cascade of rain on my needles, a hand grasping tight to the bottle, of a woman with untapped potential, the ennui of too late and too little.

Our failures have made, a bridge for success, if our game is half played, then who’s played the rest of it?
Heroes we were in a universe doomed, soldiers in battles best left un-exhumed.

I am the beast, I am the light, I am the blighted being cursed with sight
I am the god who created a world, I am leviathan, the girl. And-

I can do it on my own
we can do it on our own
Aut viam inveniam aut faciam (x2)

I am Leviathan, the girl…

~

PhemieC bringing the Homestuck goodness, as ever.

The Archer – Avo

auber-jean:

( @axonsandsynapses mentioned that The Boxer was secretly a song about Clint Barton, so then of course I had to remake it to not-so-secretly be about Clint Barton.)

to the tune of Paul Simon’s The Boxer:

I am just a poor boy,
though my story’s seldom told.
I have squandered my resistance
for a pocket full of mumbles such are promises,
all lies and jest.
Still, a man hears what he wants to hear
and disregards the rest.

When my father left us orphans
I was no more than a boy.
Left in the homes of strangers,
my brother and I fighting back
and running scared.
Laying low,
stumbling in the carnies’ quarters
where the lost and wandering go,
learning all the secrets only they would know.

Lie-la-lie…

With but my bow and wits about me,
I went looking for a job.
The work was dirty,
so much blood shed in the name of
power and greed.
Yet, as soon I’d see,
arrows shot for a man’s country
make the blood flow just as free.

Lie-la-lie…

Now the years are rolling by me,
Filled with anger, fear and glee.
I am less dead than I once was,
and more dead than I’ll be,
but that’s not unusual.
No it isn’t strange.
After changes upon changes
we are more or less the same.
After changes we are more or less the same.

Lie-la-lie…

Then I’m laying out my weapons
and wishing I was gone.
Going home,
where the New York City battles
aren’t bleeding me,
leading me, going home.

In the clearing stands the archer
and a fighter by his trade.
And he carries the reminders
of every fight that laid him down,
or cut him till he cried out
in his anger and his shame,
“I am leaving, I am leaving!”
But the archer still remains.

Lie-la-lie…

Superheroes Are People Too – The PDX Broadsides

Superheroes are people, too
Give those guys the same respect they give to me and you
Let them have some privacy when the day is through
Because superheroes are people, too

Wonder Woman can shower on her own
Stop asking Catwoman if she will “crack your whip”
Zatanna can wear pants if she wants to
A telephoto lens is not a relationship… Peter Parker 

“Superheroes Are People, Too,” an important PSA from the PDX Broadsides.

Lyrics available on Bandcamp.

Secrets Liars & Spies – Leslie Hudson

Welcome to The Redhead League
We’re loosely a collective of
The best and brightest redheads far and wide
Personal objective and collaborative fire
Are the values we espouse, come on inside 

“Secrets Liars & Spies” by Leslie Hudson, from her concept album “The Redhead League.” Leslie explains in the album description:

The Redhead League is a concept album based on 9 female redheaded comic book characters: Red Sonja, Medusa, Teela, Jean Grey, Mary Jane Watson, Scarlett, Poison Ivy, April O’Neil & Black Widow.

They’re not superheroes or supervillains. They’re passionate, powerful and occasionally poisonous so don’t piss them off. They’ve got swords and guns and prehensile hair, telekinesis and martial arts expertise, lipstick lips and latex, and they don’t mind getting their hands dirty.

Lyrics available on Bandcamp.

The Oracle – shobogan

shobogan:

The Oracle

You think I have been beaten
You think he took the sky from me
You think I have been trapped here
Yet I’ve never been more free

I am the hero of my own story
I am the knight tearing towers down
I am the dragon within the fortress
I am the queen forging her own crown

I am not a footnote
I am not a sacrifice
I am not your martyr
I’m not yours to sanctify

I am the voice that lights the shadows
I see the structure of strife and storms
I call the lightning to strike the shades
I am the sybil amidst the swarms

You think I have been beaten
You think he took the sky from me
Well I was never vanquished
I’m stronger than he’ll ever be

Gotham on the Fritz – waiting4codot

waiting4codot:

Have you seen the ne’er-to-do, locked up in ‘Ark Avenue’,
On that famous thoroughfare, with some toxin in the air,
High hats and Arrow collars, green spats and lots of dollars,
Spending every dime, on a wonderful crime!

If you’re blue and you don’t know where to go to,
Why don’t you go where chaos sits,
Gotham on the fritz!

Femme fatales who wear a day coat, two-faced men,
Or leather bound coats, perfect fits,
Gotham on the fritz!

Dressed up like a winged flying sleuther,
Trying hard to look like Ol’ Lex Luthor (super duper),
Come let’s mix where Cobblepots walk with their sticks,
Or umbrellas in their mitts.
Gotham on the fritz!

Kitty cats all wear a diamond choker,
Harley walking with the man who broke her (what a joker),
You’ll declare it’s simply insane to be there,
And cower as they battle wits,
Gotham on the fritz!

(I was bored. This happened. Deal with it.)

The Ballad of Barry Allen – Eben Brooks

And I’ll be there before you know it
I’ll be gone before you see me
And do you think you can imagine
Anything so lonely
And I know you’d really like me
But I never stick around
Because time keeps dragging on

“The Ballad of Barry Allen,” a song about the downsides of being a speedster. Original song by Jim’s Big Ego, performed here by Eben Brooks.

Lyrics available here.

Superheroes Never Die – Chris Conway

Superheroes never die
They only fade away
They tried to save the future
But the future was yesterday

I thought this was going to be a funny song about how nobody ever really dies in comics (that’s a brilliant parody idea, by the way, somebody should do it), but instead it was sad and then kind of funny but still sad.

“Superheroes Never Die,” by Chris Conway

Someone On The Internet is Wrong

Someone on the internet is wrong
And the urge to set the world to rights is really rather strong
There’s a gravitational force
That pulls me off my course
When someone on the internet is wrong

There are filk songs based on books, and there are filk songs based on TV shows, and then there are filk songs based on xkcd comics.  “Someone On The Internet Is Wrong,” by Playing Rapunzel (Mich Sampson and

Marilisa Valtazanou)

Someone On The Internet is Wrong