Hey Nosferatu – crystalandrock

crystalandrock:

After months of promising dogofulthar that I’d make him a filk song called “Hey Nosferatu”, I finally got around to it. So here you go, a brand new filk about Nosferatu by someone who knew nothing about Nosferatu (and then went on the wiki page for last minute research).

I used chris clark’s karaoke version of Hey There Delilah for this. Thanks to them for having a slightly higher version than usual, eek!

Also I apologize for my voice and my lack of breath control. I blame Nosferatu for draining my life essence just before recording.

LYRICS:

Hey Nosferatu, what’s it like in Transylvania?
You’re four-hundred years old now and spreading plague throughout Germania
Thousands die,
But only two people know why,
What can they try?

Hey Nosferatu, don’t you worry about the distance,
Though the ship’s journey is long you’ve got the crew for your subsistence
Still their breath,
Show them why you’re the “Bird of Death”
Till no one’s left.

Oh, it’s how you’re draining me,
Oh, it’s how you’re draining me.
Oh, it’s how you’re draining me,
Oh, it’s how you’re draining me,
How you’re draining me.

Hey Nosferatu, I know times are getting mean
With all the rats that you’ve released the town’s declared a quarantine –
It’s done no good
And Ellen wonders if she should
Become your food.

Hey Nosferatu, when she let you have your way
I guess that you forgot to check the clock for at the break of day
You fell apart,
For Ellen she was pure of heart
And awfully smart.

Oh, it’s how you’re draining me,
Oh, it’s how you’re draining me.
Oh, it’s how you’re draining me,
Oh, it’s how you’re draining me.

A thousand rats seemed pretty grim
But they were beat by her and him
And mankind somehow ended your dark plan
At least you got their countrymen
And Ellen will never laugh again
You know she’s looking rather pale and wan.
Count Orlok, I can promise you
That even though your reign is through
The world will never ever be the same,
And you’re to blame.

Hey Nosferatu, you were evil, now you’re history
But you’re still alive on film and in the heart of classic mystery
It’s surreal
Both our blood and hearts you’d steal
So though you see me as a meal,
Hey Nosferatu, I really feel
That you’re ideal.

Oh, it’s how you’re draining me,
Oh, it’s how you’re draining me.
Oh, it’s how you’re draining me,
Oh, it’s how you’re draining me,
How you’re draining me.

Some Believe – Doctor Mary Crowell

This song was composed while driving home to Mobile from
Cordele, GA in a torrential rainstorm. I had been at Robert
and Beth Cooke’s house for one of their musical get togethers,
and was generally inspired by both the weather and the musical
outpouring I experienced among my friends. (I also like mummies!)

“Some Believe,” by Doctor Mary Crowell

I, also, like the mummies.