What would Peggy Carter do?
She’d happily fight anyone who’d gotten in her way
What would peggy carter do?
She wouldn’t listen to what the haters have to say
She would catch all of the bad guys and she’d do it looking great
Peggy Carter is my hero, and she’s why I’m here today
“What Would Peggy Carter Do,” an anthem from Kate Nyx.
( @axonsandsynapses mentioned that The Boxer was secretly a song about Clint Barton, so then of course I had to remake it to not-so-secretly be about Clint Barton.)
to the tune of Paul Simon’s The Boxer:
I am just a poor boy,
though my story’s seldom told.
I have squandered my resistance
for a pocket full of mumbles such are promises,
all lies and jest.
Still, a man hears what he wants to hear
and disregards the rest.
When my father left us orphans
I was no more than a boy.
Left in the homes of strangers,
my brother and I fighting back
and running scared.
Laying low,
stumbling in the carnies’ quarters
where the lost and wandering go,
learning all the secrets only they would know.
Lie-la-lie…
With but my bow and wits about me,
I went looking for a job.
The work was dirty,
so much blood shed in the name of
power and greed.
Yet, as soon I’d see,
arrows shot for a man’s country
make the blood flow just as free.
Lie-la-lie…
Now the years are rolling by me,
Filled with anger, fear and glee.
I am less dead than I once was,
and more dead than I’ll be,
but that’s not unusual.
No it isn’t strange.
After changes upon changes
we are more or less the same.
After changes we are more or less the same.
Lie-la-lie…
Then I’m laying out my weapons
and wishing I was gone.
Going home,
where the New York City battles
aren’t bleeding me,
leading me, going home.
In the clearing stands the archer
and a fighter by his trade.
And he carries the reminders
of every fight that laid him down,
or cut him till he cried out
in his anger and his shame,
“I am leaving, I am leaving!”
But the archer still remains.
Welcome to The Redhead League
We’re loosely a collective of
The best and brightest redheads far and wide
Personal objective and collaborative fire
Are the values we espouse, come on inside
“Secrets Liars & Spies” by Leslie Hudson, from her concept album “The Redhead League.” Leslie explains in the album description:
The Redhead League is a concept album based on 9 female redheaded comic book characters: Red Sonja, Medusa, Teela, Jean Grey, Mary Jane Watson, Scarlett, Poison Ivy, April O’Neil & Black Widow.
They’re not superheroes or supervillains. They’re passionate, powerful and occasionally poisonous so don’t piss them off. They’ve got swords and guns and prehensile hair, telekinesis and martial arts expertise, lipstick lips and latex, and they don’t mind getting their hands dirty.
This manipulation buries my twisted truth
This modification carries my future youth
So I shall be what I’ve become
Femme fatale
“Femme Fatale,” from Leslie Hudson’s concept album about fictional redheads. I picked one of the better-known characters to post; this one is about Black Widow.
Who doesn’t want a song about Squirrel Girl, right? Big ups to friend-of-the-site Erica Henderson on the Marvel gig. If you don’t remember, she did the last Rap-A-Thon poster for me (image), and she’s just a generally cool lady. Also big ups to Ryan North, who I don’t know personally, but whose work I love. If you haven’t checked out Marvel Comics’ Squirrel Girl, you should. It’s great. I wish Marvel would do more of this kind of stuff, it reminds me of the Marvel Adventures comics that used to be around. There was some great stuff in that series.
I’m generally done touring for a while. But I got some interesting shows on the horizon: This Saturday: Collector’s Corner – Baltimore, MD (info) March 27: Rutgers Geek Week – New Brunswick, NJ (info) April 4: UCLA Geek Week – Los Angeles, CA (info TBA) April 10: Univ. of North Texas GeeKon Event – Denton, TX (info TBA) April 23: The Symposium – Cleveland, OH (info) April 24: ICE Comic Expo – Chicago, IL May 2: Super-Fly Comics FCBD! – Yellow Springs, OH
Come out and say hi!
I have long maintained that Paul Simon’s The Boy in the Bubble is a great song for Steve Rogers (MCU version) in the months following waking up in the 21st century. It’s not much of a leap at all to rewrite it to be explicitly about Cap. So, yeah, this adaptation kind of just happened…
The Boy in the Ice
(to be sung to Paul Simon’s “Boy in the Bubble”)
It was a slow day
And the sun was beating
On a city both familiar and new
There was a bright light
A shattering of car windows
The rumble of the spaceships
The screams and shock as shrapnel flew
These are the days of miracle and wonder
The other side of the fall
The way the cameras follow you in slow-mo
The way they look at us all
The way we look to the distant constellations
That’re shining through a hole torn in the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don’t cry, Soldier, don’t cry
Don’t cry
It was a cold wind
And it swept across the river
As the carriers rose from the earth
And a dead friend
Fallen from a high train
Now a killer not remembering
Who he was and what he’s worth
These are the days of miracle and wonder
The other side of the fall
The way the cameras follow you in slow-mo
The way they look at us all
The way we look to the distant constellations
That’re shining through a hole torn in the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don’t cry, Hero, don’t cry
Don’t cry
It’s an unexpected gut punch
It’s possibly a new start
It’s every generation that throws their heroes to the sharks
Medicine is magic and magic dang’rous art
Thinking of a mighty metal arm
And the man with a reactor in his heart
And I believe
These are the days of laser-sighted rifles
And sights on the people everywhere
Staccato signals of constant information
A loose affiliation of corporations
And furtive nations, and Soldier-
These are the days of miracle and wonder
The other side of the fall
The way the cameras follow you in slow-mo
The way they look at us all, oh yeah
The way we look to the distant constellations
That’re shining through a hole torn in the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don’t cry, Captain, don’t cry
Don’t cry, don’t cry
