@seananmcguire‘s Wicked Girls is a favorite of mine, and though it’s not explicitly about the lgbt community, for a while I’ve been thinking about it as such. But hey, filk is all about adaptation and the meanings the audience gets from a song – so a few days ago I decided to write my own version.
My Wicked Girls is dedicated to all of the fictional wlw who deserved better than their narratives gave them, and to all the real wlw who deserve the world.
Lyrics under the cut:
crystalandrock
Message of Yucca Mountain – crystalandrock
Several weeks ago dog-of-ulthar reblogged this post about the warning message of the nuclear waste facilities at Yucca Mountain. He also tagged it with ‘I need this filked STAT’.
…well, it took me a few weeks to get around to it, but today I wrote some filk! The tune is Cold Iron, because it felt right and also because Kipling. The lyrics are written by me and obviously quoting heavily from the warning message itself. It is also sung by me and recorded on my cellphone, so I apologize for the low quality that comes from both of those things.
LYRICS:
Honor is for the hero – tributes for the bold –
But this is not an altar to bear our sacred gold.
This place is a message, hear it if you will:
The danger is below us, and the danger can kill.We considered ourselves mighty, and we thought ourselves right.
We made what repulsed us, and we hid it out of sight.
This message is a warning about danger that is here:
The danger is below us, and the danger can kill.The danger has a center we buried deep below,
The danger just increases as towards the core you go.
The danger was in our time and it is present still.
The danger is below us, and the danger can kill.The form is insubstantial – a release of energy.
The danger is unleashed if you disturb this place physically.
This place is best left shunned, let no one live upon this hill:
The danger is below us, and the danger can kill.
The danger still below us is a danger that can kill.
Hey Nosferatu – 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.