Uploaded August 2022 | Updated September 2026, 2 hours ago

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Tapeworm I track 1. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
Download the album here: archive.org/details/filk_tapeworm_1
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Lyrics:

La da da...

Here at the con there’s a small band of singers
You’ll find if you linger too long.
They’re laughing and drinking, and soon you’ll be thinking
That you’d come to join in their song.
If they see you, you know they’ll entreat you
To enter their ring and to pick, pass, or play.
If you do, then before you are through,
You’ll have stayed there till dawn the next day.

Chorus:
But please come, join, sing in the circle.
The voices are far from sublime.
Won’t you come, join, sing in the circle,
But keep a sharp eye on the time.

They’ll sing tales of elves, and werewolves’ frustrations,
And orbiting stations above.
Magic indenture and space-age adventure:
All things that you’ve been dreaming of.
They’ll sing with such ease, in several keys,
You won’t give a thought to those panels next day.
You’ll find with a shock, when you look at the clock,
That next morning’s just hours away.

(Chorus)

If you’re like me, you’re tempted to flee,
While you still have some sense.
Denounce their ilk! Give up filk! Seek out other events!
Artwork shows! Videos! Japanimation and masquerades too.
Go on a date! Vegetate! Find something else to do!
La da da...

But I’m not too bright, so I stayed there all night,
And the con is now nearing the end.
And sadly, I fear, I must wait a whole year
Before I can hear filkers again.
I ran into four on the dealers’ room floor.
I asked them how one so addicted escapes.
They said, “There’s no cure; so your best bet, we’re sure,
Is to purchase a few of our tapes.”

(Chorus x2)

La da da...