Handyman (at the end of the world) – Araxie Haldane


scribefindegil:

“I guess there’s some folk songs about me now?”
-Soos Ramirez, Weirdmageddon Part 1

Well, now there’s at least one. An ode to everyone’s favorite apocalyptic handyman.
Lyrics under the cut:

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Digwell Carol – Mark Heiman


voqurnen-jovein:

filkyeahfilk:

Another post-apocalyptic song by Leslie Fish, sung by Mark Heiman.  This is one of my favorite Fish songs, but I’ve never actually heard it sung by her.

@filkyeahfilk It’s on youtube

AWESOME thank you! This definitely wasn’t there the first time I looked for it, so if someone has been uploading old Firestorm stuff, that’s amazing.

All the Birds are Gone – Talis Kimberley

All the birds are gone, and all the stones are shaking;
On and on and on, every day in turn
What will burn, will burn, and they dare to call this ‘needful’
But the birds do not return

“All the Birds are Gone,” by Talis Kimberley
One of the things that most complicates the constant question of “what is filk, anyway?” is that filkers tend to write about things that aren’t typical filk subjects as if they were.  And so you get songs like this one, which sounds like it could be about Mad Max but is really about fracking.

Serious Steel – Leslie Fish

So dress your ranks, lift your pikes
Tight as the teeth of a comb.
Rattling, clanking, down the road
Dressed in leather and steel and woad,
All too aware of history’s load
The War is going home!-
The War is coming home!

Pretty much the ultimate power fantasy for an anarchist SCA nerd, “Serious Steel” by Leslie Fish.

MAD MAX: FURY ROAD SONG – ROAD RAGE By Miracle Of Sound

xenowhore:

wasteland-scraps:

I’m just gonna link this because I can’t get over this song. It’s SO GOOD.
The lyrics just kill me. And calling the trio of Immortan Joe – The People Eater – The Bullet Farmer “the Cerberus”? Flipping genius and I cannot get over it.

HOLY SHIT THIS IS SO EPIC!!

MAD MAX: FURY ROAD SONG – ROAD RAGE By Miracle Of Sound

Freedom of the Snow – Leslie Fish

Cancel my salvation, give me leave to go
Back to the freedom of the snow

A Leslie Fish song about finding strength in the (temporary) absence of civilization, because the blogger behind the curtain is still desperate Mad Max trash.
And there’s a very nice flute part.
Lyrics available here

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?