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Don't Ask track 07. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
Now that it's cold with winds outside
They need a warm new place to hide
Inside your walls, under the floor,
The cabinet, behind the door
They get a drink inside your sink
They have a laugh around the bath
And when you go and turn your back
They like to sneak a little snack
Black Flag, Decon, indoor sprays, fumigators by the score
Swat them, stamp them, hammer them with Raid—they come back for more
But in the darkest hour, just before the dawn
You can hear them singing some old love song
They wipe their feet on your lunch meat
They put their hands into your cans
They take your scraps into their laps
And then they dine upon your wine
Earlier tonight you hurried up to go on your big date
And in your haste you left a lot of dirty forks and knives and plates
And as you sit here listening to this stupid song
On your kitchen table there's a party going on!
And when you get home late tonight
Open the door, turn on the light
And you will see wallpaper change
Those are cockroaches on parade!
Earlier tonight you hurried up to go on your big date
And in your haste you left a lot of dirty forks and knives and plates
And as you sit here listening to this stupid song
On your kitchen table there's a party going on!
And when you get home late tonight
Open the door, turn on the light
And you will see wallpaper change
Those are cockroaches on parade!
Don't Ask track 07. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
Download the album here: archive.org/details/filk_dont_ask
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Lyrics:
Now that it's cold with winds outside
They need a warm new place to hide
Inside your walls, under the floor,
The cabinet, behind the door
They get a drink inside your sink
They have a laugh around the bath
And when you go and turn your back
They like to sneak a little snack
Black Flag, Decon, indoor sprays, fumigators by the score
Swat them, stamp them, hammer them with Raid—they come back for more
But in the darkest hour, just before the dawn
You can hear them singing some old love song
They wipe their feet on your lunch meat
They put their hands into your cans
They take your scraps into their laps
And then they dine upon your wine
Earlier tonight you hurried up to go on your big date
And in your haste you left a lot of dirty forks and knives and plates
And as you sit here listening to this stupid song
On your kitchen table there's a party going on!
And when you get home late tonight
Open the door, turn on the light
And you will see wallpaper change
Those are cockroaches on parade!
Earlier tonight you hurried up to go on your big date
And in your haste you left a lot of dirty forks and knives and plates
And as you sit here listening to this stupid song
On your kitchen table there's a party going on!
And when you get home late tonight
Open the door, turn on the light
And you will see wallpaper change
Those are cockroaches on parade!
![Frank Hayes - Cockroaches on Parade [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/8N9G02y_w9o/mqdefault.jpg "Frank Hayes - Cockroaches on Parade [HQ]
Dont Ask track 07. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
Download the album here: https://archive.org/details/filk_dont_ask
Lyrics:
Now that its cold with winds outside
They need a warm new place to hide
Inside your walls, under the floor,
The cabinet, behind the door
They get a drink inside your sink
They have a laugh around the bath
And when you go and turn your back
They like to sneak a little snack
Black Flag, Decon, indoor sprays, fumigators by the score
Swat them, stamp them, hammer them with Raid—they come back for more
But in the darkest hour, just before the dawn
You can hear them singing some old love song
They wipe their feet on your lunch meat
They put their hands into your cans
They take your scraps into their laps
And then they dine upon your wine
Earlier tonight you hurried up to go on your big date
And in your haste you left a lot of dirty forks and knives and plates
And as you sit here listening to this stupid song
On your kitchen table theres a party going on!
And when you get home late tonight
Open the door, turn on the light
And you will see wallpaper change
Those are cockroaches on parade!
Earlier tonight you hurried up to go on your big date
And in your haste you left a lot of dirty forks and knives and plates
And as you sit here listening to this stupid song
On your kitchen table theres a party going on!
And when you get home late tonight
Open the door, turn on the light
And you will see wallpaper change
Those are cockroaches on parade!")
![Jordin Kare - Waverider [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/8koivK1P77I/mqdefault.jpg "Jordin Kare - Waverider [HQ]
Fire in the Sky track 14. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
Out where the oceans are empty and wild
And the satellites watch from the sky
Theres a few who remember her name and her run
When the wind-driven waves run high
Chorus:
Waverider was her name
Waverider was her name
She was the fastest ever to sail the seas
Waverider was her name
She was a forty-foot trimaran, a knife-edge keen
Built for one purpose alone
To dance on the face of the mightiest waves
And to steal their speed for her own
For the fastest clipper ships that ever did sail
Could pull twenty-eight knots they say
But the great, long, wind-driven, deep-sea waves
Roll a thousand miles in a day
Joe Spanos built her hull, her mast, and her sails
That would dance on the lightest breeze
Beth Spanos built her sensors, her voice, and her brain
That she could learn and speak at the seas
And at sixty-two knots on a hundred-foot wave
She made her run neath a clear blue sky
Till a gust took her mast down to touch the sea
She cartwheeled and tried to fly
She cartwheeled and Beth Spanos died
(Chorus)
Joe Spanos lived. He built her anew
It took a year, but he made her whole
With titanium and glass in her hull and her mast
And Beth in her voice and her soul
When they put her overside, Joe boarded alone
They took the heading that the satellites gave
And he sat at the tiller with her voice in his ear
And said, “Baby, now pick us a wave.”
Well, the first wave rose like a steel-gray wall
The second wave stood high
But the third wave rose to block the sun
Waverider, she said, “Aye.”
And for twenty-one hours they rode that wave
The grandfather of them all
Two hundred feet from crest to trough
And a thousand miles to fall
Until “Captain,” she said, “the words come down,
The satellites see it plain.
Grandpas feeling the bottom and hell break too soon,
Weve got to come back and try it again.
They say well come back and try it again.”
Joe said, “Baby, how much time have we got?”
She said, “Joe, we could finish the run,
But wed never get clear.” He said, “Hell with that!
Were going to finish what weve begun.
By God, well finish what weve begun.”
And the hours and the miles, they rode and they fell
While the world clamored faint and far
And grandpa grew tired, and old, and mean
And Joe steered by a westering star
And as he fought with the tiller to keep her afloat
In a hell of white water and spray
She said, “Captain, our twenty-four hours are done—
Sixty-eight knots for the day.
Sixty-eight knots mean speed for the day.
“But the breaks rollin down on us at 50 knots,
The crests too steep and too high.”
Joe said, “Grandpas been patient now long enough.
Oh, baby, its a good day to die.
Oh, Beth, its a good day to die.”
(Chorus)
Waverider they found with her hull stripped bare
Her mast and her fittings clean gone
And they put her on display and they patched her scars
And they sold her and said shed sail on
But the Waverider never was a rich mans toy
She broke her moorings in a nights black storm
Cut her hulls on a reef and a mile deep fell
And the waves forever keep her from harm
And the waves forever keep her from harm
But out where the oceans are empty and wild
And the satellites watch from the sky
Theres a few who remember her name and her run
When the wind-driven waves run high
When the wind-driven waves run high")
![Jordin Kare - Unified Field Theory [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/94b0l-uqQ2M/mqdefault.jpg "Jordin Kare - Unified Field Theory [HQ]
Fire in the Sky track 10. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
A long time ago, back when physicists were green
There were more kinds of theories than youve ever seen
But there wasnt any one of them that always applied
So the loveliest of theories would be unified
We had quantum mechanics, we had QED,
Some special and some general relativity
Statistical mechanics we could point to with pride
But the loveliest of theories would be unified
Now Einstein was a genius, of that theres no doubt
There never was much physics that he couldnt figure out
But there was just one problem that always taxed his brain
And as the years went by, he was heard to complain:
“I got my quantum mechanics, got my QED,
My special and my general relativity
I got a cat but thats irrelevant, Ive tried and Ive tried,
But my field theories just arent unified.”
Now old Einstein passed on and he came before the Lord
And the Lord said, “Albert, you deserve a reward.
Make any one request and Ill be glad to yield.”
He said, “O Lord, Id like the theory of the unified field.
“I got my quantum mechanics, got my QED,
My special and my general relativity
But I worked upon that problem till the day that I died
And my field theories just werent unified.”
Well, the Lord said, “Albert, youre a very great man,
But not even you could fathom My vast eternal plan.”
He pulled a sheaf of papers out of plain thin air
And he handed them to Albert and He said, “Its all there.
“You got your quantum mechanics, got your QED,
Your special and your general relativity
Mass and time and energy and gravity tied
Together in a theory that is unified.”
Well, Einstein took those pages with a trembling hand
He studied them in ecstasy, the theories were so grand
Then he peered at one equation, flipped back to page ten,
Sadly shook his head and sighed, “Wrong again.
“I got my quantum mechanics, got my QED,
My special and my general relativity,
But as for field theories, in peace Ill abide
For the Lord himself cant make one unified!
“So study quantum mechanics, study QED,
Some special and some general relativity
But you might as well go hunting, just as sure as youre born,
For a unified field theory or a unicorn.”")
![Leslie Fish & the Dehorn Crew - We Have Fed You All For a Thousand Years [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/9EAzVYkfL94/mqdefault.jpg "Leslie Fish & the Dehorn Crew - We Have Fed You All For a Thousand Years [HQ]
Its Sister Jennys Turn to Throw the Bomb track 03. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Find more of Leslie Fishs music at: https://lesliefish.bandcamp.com/
Lyrics:
We have fed you all for a thousand years, and you hail us still unfed,
Though theres never a dollar of all your wealth but marks the workers dead.
We have yielded our best to give you rest, and you lie on your crimson wool.
Well, if blood be the price of all your wealth, good God! we have paid in full!
There is never a mine blown skyward now, but were buried alive for you.
There is never a wreck drifts shoreward now, but we are its ghastly crew.
Go reckon our dead by the forges red or the factories where we spin.
Well, if blood be the price of your cursed wealth, good God! we have paid it in!
We have fed you all for a thousand years—for that was our doom, you know,
From the days when you chained us in your fields to the strike of a week ago.
You have taken our lives, our husbands and our wives, and were told its your legal share.
Well, if blood be the price of your lawful wealth, good God! we have bought it fair!
Good God! we have bought it fair!")
![Frank Hayes - Moscow Nights / Afghanistan [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/9KD4U-VPcew/mqdefault.jpg "Frank Hayes - Moscow Nights / Afghanistan [HQ]
Dont Ask track 06. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
Download the album here: https://archive.org/details/filk_dont_ask
Lyrics:
Moscow nights are cold, though theyre crisp and clear
Lets go south for winter this year
To Afghanistan!
Its such a lovely land
And its warmer by far than Muscovy.
In Afghanistan!
Its down by Pakistan
With its warm-water port upon the sea.
Exciting things are happening there every day
And every night a fireworks display
In Afghanistan!
Its such a lovely land
And the people are Russian as can be.
Or try Pakistan!
Or maybe old Iran
Where the oil fields are wonderful to see.")
![Leslie Fish & the Dehorn Crew - Jefferson and Liberty [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/9zeQDU2ojeI/mqdefault.jpg "Leslie Fish & the Dehorn Crew - Jefferson and Liberty [HQ]
Its Sister Jennys Turn to Throw the Bomb track 09. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Find more of Leslie Fishs music at: https://lesliefish.bandcamp.com/
Lyrics:
The night of fire is yet to come:
The tyrant shadow down the years
Demands we kneel or take the gun
And go shed blood instead of our tears.
Chorus:
So rejoice, Columbias sons, rejoice!
To tyrants never bend the knee,
But pledge your heart and hand and voice
To Jefferson and Liberty.
Every twenty years, he said.
The time is ten times overpast
To raise rebellions fiery head
And cast off tyrannys shell at last!
(Chorus)
No man is good nor wise enough
To rule another, or disown
The rights of every woman and man
To live and let live and be left alone.
(Chorus)
The starry banner that did fly
Oer freedoms bloody barricade
Now flaps and fades in foreign skies
Or palaces that Empire made.
Alt. chorus:
So arise, Columbias sons, arise!
Arise that you might yet be free,
Cast off the forces that made lies
Of Jefferson and Liberty.
The world that once in hope did watch
A struggle for democracy
Cries: “Have Columbias sons forgot
Jefferson and Liberty?”
(Alt. chorus)
But we, the heirs of Jefferson,
Like ancient Sons of Liberty,
Will bear in need the rebels gun
And never bow to tyranny.
(Alt. chorus)")
![Bob Kanefsky/Leslie Fish - The Cat Maidens Regrets [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/A7ZfWlx_T8o/mqdefault.jpg "Bob Kanefsky/Leslie Fish - The Cat Maidens Regrets [HQ]
Tapeworm I track 3. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
Here I sit bored on the fireside mat,
Taken for granted by those around.
No one has any respect for a cat;
Some old hag’s magic has made me just that.
In a cat skin I am bound.
Why can’t I be a woman again?
Why must I be a cat?
Out through the window or in through the door,
They toss me or carry me where they please.
Claiming my place on the cushion or floor,
They sit where they like, and it’s making me sore.
I hope they get some of my fleas!
Why can’t I be a woman again?
Why must I be a cat?
Once I was human, an ungrateful maid.
Now I’ve been changed to a mangy cat,
Plaything of others and ill repaid:
They took me downtown and they just got me spayed.
Now I just mope and grow fat.
Why can’t I be a woman again?
Why must I be a cat?
Curse that old biddy who taught me the knack
Of magically shifting my shape at will.
Now that the voice of a human I lack
I can’t say the words that will change myself back.
...Nor pay that old wisewoman’s bill!
Why can’t I be a woman again?
Why must I be a cat?
Why can’t I be a woman again?
Why am I stuck as a cat?")
![Julia Ecklar - Miracle Worker [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/AEq5-99fb1U/mqdefault.jpg "Julia Ecklar - Miracle Worker [HQ]
Horse-Tamers Daughter track 11. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
How can I reach you through your silence and dark?
Im afraid I wont find you; I dont know where to start.
Youre lost in a world much more vast than my own,
And theyve brought me to find you, to lead Helen home.
When I touch you, do you know that its love that I feel?
Does this gesture mean something? Is this outside world real?
How can I reach what I cant understand?
Is there sense in the patterns I make with your hands?
(Chorus)
Am I trying to do the impossible?
Can you comprehend what you cant see?
Will God deign to grant you a miracle,
With no miracle worker but me?
What is it like, so completely alone?
Do you know that our worlds not so dark as your own?
Does your spirit cry out with the need to be free?
Or is it hiding in silence, waiting for me?
Oh, how can I reach you? Tell me what I should say.
Let me draw your mind outward, dont push me away.
Im afraid of the dark, but let me inside.
Well let language fill silence. From darkness well fly.
(Chorus)")
![Free Fall & Other Delights 17 - Golden Dream [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/Bk2OxDSZCuU/mqdefault.jpg "Free Fall & Other Delights 17 - Golden Dream [HQ]
Sung by Cynthia McQuillin and Dominic Bridwell. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
We just got in from Alans World—Lord, what a long dry haul!
I hit dirt looking for company and Terran alcohol
So I strolled into the spaceport bar, where the crowd was going strong
Then I saw him there, so quiet and still, at a table all alone
I wandered over and politely asked, could I sit in the empty chair?
He nodded as he set his glass down among the empties there
He didnt say a word as the party grew till it reached a dozen or more
He just sat there, staring out into space, as if looking through a door
Then, to my surprise, he began to speak, as if talking to a freind
I could hear the pain in his quiet voice; I longed to make it end
I forgot about my drink, my plans, everybody at the bar
As he told me of the love hed lost beneath the Golden Star
We put into a world so sweet, it had no port at all
It was wild and clean and beautiful, while it held us in its thrall
And there I met sweet Janicelle, like no one Id ever known
She had grace and trust and honesty, and I was so alone.
She was everything that a man could want, all golden hair and skin
More than maid and lover, my heart and soul, but most of all my friend.
From the very first day and hour we met, our hearts and minds were one
Our paradise lasted one brief year, beneath the Golden Sun.
Then a pirate raider found our home and she fell to a laser knife
I killed the one who struck her down, though it nearly cost my life
Then I left that world, trying to forget, but no matter how hard I try,
Ill hear her voice and feel her touch until the day I die.
I wondered about that distant world, but he didnt hear me ask
His eyes were dark and shuttered as he held his empty glass
And I knew he was back there again, when that world was bright and new,
Remembering what life was like when love was sweet and true.")
![Leslie Fish - Eyes of Eagles [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/CDSpgFKkuos/mqdefault.jpg "Leslie Fish - Eyes of Eagles [HQ]
Firestorm track 15. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
Chorus:
Grind, children, grind! From the world we left behind
We have won gems enough to be free
Grind, children, grind! Though the work was never kind,
Through the Eyes of the Eagles we shall see
Lowly sand, snowy sand,
From the beaches of the land
Melt it down in the potterers fire
Flux and blow, make it glow,
Till like water it shall flow,
Let it flow to the form we desire
(Chorus)
Pour it bold in the mold
Let it slowly take the cold
Till a clear coin of crystal it lies
Now by feel, strong as steel,
Grind it on the sanded wheel
Till its shape mirrors clear Eagles Eyes
(Chorus)
Edges thin as a pin
And the center thick within
Domed as smooth as a raindrop can be
Without haste, without waste,
Polish clear with pumice paste
Till the wonders of Earth you can see
(Chorus)
See how clear, see how near
See how great small things appear
Let your sight grasp the sea or the skies
Stack them true, two by two,
And whats far shall come to you
Call them lenses, or glass Eagles Eyes!
(Chorus)")
![Julia Ecklar - Laughter from the Loch [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/Cg2v07C0flY/mqdefault.jpg "Julia Ecklar - Laughter from the Loch [HQ]
Horse-Tamers Daughter track 06. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Find more of Julia Ecklars excellent music at: https://www.prometheus-music.com/
Lyrics:
Too wide for your wits, and too long, lies my lake;
And its waters are cold. They are deep and opaque;
And the bottom is fractured with fissures
And ragged with rock, rock, rock,
Where youll never catch me.
Ha ha ha ha.
Ha, ha, ha, ha ha ha ha!
So if you should spy me, twill be by mistake,
But mostly youll glimpse just the ghost of my wake,
Or the flash of a fin that means naught,
But serves only to mock, mock, mock,
That youll never catch me.
Ha ha ha ha.
Ha, ha, ha, ha ha ha ha!
So dont pester poor folk with those pictures you take,
For theyll say Im a log, or a bird, or a snake.
So get yourself gone now, go tie up
Your boat at the dock, dock, dock,
For youll never catch me.
Ha ha ha ha.
Ha, ha, ha, ha ha ha ha!
Tell yourself Im a tale, or some fools flimsy fake.
Im a myth born of mists; Im the monster you make
Out of sounds in the night, when you sit
Round the fire and talk, talk, talk.
Talk will never catch me.
Ha ha ha ha.
Ha, ha, ha, ha ha ha ha!")
