Filk is the music of SF fandom. Its subject matter ranges from “a detailed deconstruction of a weighty Asimov tome in 27 verses” to “stuff my cat did to my yarn last Friday.” There are a lot of puns. Some of the songs are completely original; others are parodies. A few are parodies of parodies. Then there are the parodies of parodies of parodies. I could go on.

Kari Maaren (x)

Black Fox – Heather Dale

As we were out a-hunting, one morning in the spring.
Both hounds and horses, running well, made the hills and the valleys ring.
But to our great misfortune, no fox there could be found.
Our huntsmen cursed and swore but still no fox moved over the ground.

Careful what you wish for, and all that.
“Black Fox,” by Heather Dale
Lyrics available here

Send Him Home – Cat Faber


animatedamerican:

Cat Faber writes:

Reddit is doing something cool: inspired by Terry Pratchett’s depiction of how the names of the dead were sent home by clacks along the Grand Trunk Line on Discworld, they are working out ways to do the same for Sir Terry here in the real world.
And that inspired this song: Send Him Home.

A man’s not dead while his name is spoken
We will send him home
Down the line in a chain unbroken
We will send him home

   Send him home, send him home
Hear the shutters clack and comb
Down the line his name will roam
Send him home

(Full lyrics here.)

In the Halls of Our Fathers – Ingrid Windsland


ingridbeast:

The sweet juleficent filmed me while I sang one of my own songs, “In the Halls of Our Fathers”, accompanied by theriza on he clarinet, at HobbitCon 3!

There’s a lot of background noise in this, but it’s entirely worth it for a dwarf playing the clarinet.

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?