For space is wide and good friends are too few.
What if I never get any more chocolate?
This could be the only one
This song seems like it has a silly premise, but it hits a lot of people pretty deep. Eric Distad (of the Faithful Sidekicks) singing “The Easter Bunny Vault,” something about childhood insecurities, feeling powerless, and damaging what you hold too close.
The FBI will occasionally try to infiltrate the Society for Creative Anachronism because it gets typo’d as the Society for Creative Anarchism
“They have rattan, sir.”
“Sir, it appears that they have a large number of people dedicated to weaving. What? No, as in cloth, sir.”
It’s one of the largest organizations of people who could genuinely go completely off the grid if shit hit the fan. None of this doomsday prepper wannabe bullshit. The world goes pear-shaped, all the networks go down and SCA people will go “huh, that’ll make it slightly less convenient to organize the next event, might have to get Doug to teach me about his carrier pigeons,” and go back to doing the things they were doing anyway.
There’s a song about that!
There is, of course, also a song about the FBI mistaking the spelling of Anachronism;
A delightful piece of topical found filk, to the tune of the traditional “Fathom the Bowl”.
Stay safe, everybody.
Space Hero.
“Space Hero” by Leslie Fish, a cheerfully grim look at military recruitment in outer space. Sung here by Vic Tyler & Mike Pondsmith with Leslie Fish on guitar. Lyrics available here.
SONG: THE BLACKTHORN BLOOMS
By Talis Kimberley-Fairbourn
I’ve no magic words here
No dice left the throw
But the seeds that I’ve planted
Are willing to grow
We’re all feeling hopeless –
Disaster looms.
But still the bread rises
And the blackthorn blooms.
Here’s fury and fear
Here’s stunned disbelief
That we could lose so much
Our own leaders turned thief
I get that you’re numb
I get that you’re tired
We had a ticket to the future
But the future’s expired
I’ve no magic words…
They’ve played us as pawns
They’ve played us for fools
They want us divided
And to make us cruel
So kindness is sacred
It’s a choice, it’s an art
It’s an act of resistance
From the breaking of heart:
Can you carry a song?
Can you carry a light?
We did not deserve this
And it isn’t alright
We’re all feeling hopeless
Amidst the lies
But the blackthorn is blooming
And the bread will rise
I’ve no magic words
No dice left to throw
But the seeds that I planted
Are going to grow
I know we feel hopeless –
Disaster looms
But still the bread rises
Still the bread rises
Still the bread rises
And the blackthorn blooms.
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Words & music by & © Talis Kimberley, 21st March 2019.
Talis Kimberley, one of the finest filkers and social justice bards I know.
Great sadness in the filk community: UK filker Zanda Myrande, better known through most of her filk career as Zander Nyrond, has passed away this week.
My local Faire’s season just wrapped up this weekend, and our Shakespeare sang this song. That version doesn’t seem to be online yet, but this is probably a higher quality recording anyway. Is there a specific word of “End-of-the-performance-run-ose?”
I’ve been out wand’ring,
In foggy country,
Out where strange things exist.The edge of magic,
The edge of science,
Meet and merge in the mist.
Is it about fairies? Is it about revolution? Who knows! Probably both! “Elfland,” by Leslie Fish
full lyrics under cut
“I’m Winning,” by The Doubleclicks
Check out this song about maybe gender and maybe video games that made me unexpectedly emotional!
Also check out the Kickstarter (30 hours left as of now) for the band’s new album! It’s fully funded, but there are stretch goals! Including an RPG livestream, since that’s all the rage right now.