Everymouse knows, everymouse knows
Let the bravest mice bell him so everymouse knows.
“Belling the Cat,” by Talis Kimberley
There are a surprising number of songs by filkers about cats and/or mice. This one’s a metaphor.
For space is wide and good friends are too few.
Everymouse knows, everymouse knows
Let the bravest mice bell him so everymouse knows.
“Belling the Cat,” by Talis Kimberley
There are a surprising number of songs by filkers about cats and/or mice. This one’s a metaphor.
“It’s a protest song, a gut-punch of a thing that wanted out. I suspect it’s already growing new verses out there where people are singing it…“
“Leave It,” by 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.