Grandfather – Gary Hanak

Hey mister, from your off–world clothes, you’re no one that I know
Just who are you? What are you here to see?
How come you know so much about what happened long ago?
And how is it you look so much like me?

“Grandfather,” by Gary Hanak, lyrics available here, one of the saddest songs out there

Demon in the Dark – Kathy Mar

I cry for the lost broken children
I weep for the last dying spark
And if only you could weep for the children
You would not call me demon in the dark

“Demon in the Dark,” by Kathy Mar.  I don’t really know what this is about, besides killing children, but I like it.  The song.  Not killing children.  I swear.

Walkabout – Julia Ecklar


“Walkabout,” by Julia Ecklar
Thanks to animatedamerican for helping me parse the lyrics.  The chords are my attempt at transcription, and I’m not at all sure about them.  I think Ecklar has it capoed to something silly like F# minor, which didn’t help.

Am
You’re different than them, Max
C
You give their heroes all back
Am
You find the truth inside the bronze
C
That forge the brand new tool
Am
But our lot in life is to live
C
To forget and never forgive
Em                                                        Bm
And I’ve found I’m no exception to the rule
I’ve long outlived that crap, mate
Seen the difference one man can’t make
Seen the truth behind the smoke that stains
Beneath the blood that pools
And my trust in truth has hit dirt
I’m so tired now I can’t hurt
This hero’s not so different, not so cool
Am
I’ve grown cruel
Dm                                                                                             Am
So show me what’s so different about one sad and frightened man
Dm                                                                    Em
And find me one hero in this wasted, withered land
Am
No exceptions to the rule that says that heroes suffer best
Em                                                                                       Am
Well who suffers for the heroes who have suffered for the rest
I’m the first to say Fate owed us
It’s a shame that no one told us
That once Fate has dealt her hand in spades
You might as well just fold
Now I walk the dismal highways
And deal with the long hours my way
Forgive me if they’ve made me harsh and cold
No one mourns the lonely hero
No one sees me off when I go
No one limps beside the fighting cock
Who’s been both bought and sold
And the world turns up her dead eyes
On the pain the trust and the lies
Are there no more heroes left to help keep hold?
I’m so old
So show me what’s so different about one sad and frightened man
And find me one hero in this wasted, withered land
No exception to the rule that says that heroes suffer best
Well who suffers for the heroes who have suffered for the rest?

The Last Centurion’s Song – Will Sturman


I got left alone in a recording studio last week, so I thought I’d do a recording of the Doctor Who song thebastardofgloucester and scribefindegil wrote, to the tune of Leslie Fish’s “Roman Centurion’s Song.”  Because it’s great and I want people to hear it.

Lyrics and a link to the original song here