Uploaded August 2022 | Updated September 2026, 3 minutes ago

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Tapeworm I track 11. 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:

We bought your book, and we drooled in droves
Over endless action from front to back.
We finished the book and found we’d been took,
For an end is an awful thing to lack.
But the author says she’s not done.
We’d have saved our cash if she’d mentioned it then.
And she won’t say why, and she won’t say how.
She says To Be Continued—suckered again!

But they don’t work, so they don’t care.
Each volume costs us an hour’s wage.
For they only see how the money rolls in,
And that publishers pay them by the page.
So the author laughs and rubs her hands,
And the publishers make a tidy sum.
And the bookstores where they spring their trap
Rake our paychecks in as fast as they come.

“The end is near,” the author claims.
You publishers sing the same refrain.
But we won’t stand this kind of deceit,
And knowing we may be waiting in vain.
We demand to read finished work;
This is art, not some layaway plan!
And you greedy hogs better heed our call,
Or you’ll know the wrath of S.F. fans.

For we’ve found a way we can get revenge
On trilogy authors, one and all.
You’ll regret the size of your debt
When you find that your back’s against the wall.
Then you'll yield to our demands
When we tell you just what we’ve got in store.
If you want the details of what we’ve planned...
You’ll have to wait: the end’s in Westerfilk Four.