![Free Fall & Other Delights 15 - New Sins for Old [HQ] @SongsfromtheStars](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/RDt_zrFMW6I/maxresdefault.jpg)
Uploaded December 2020 | Updated September 2026, 2 hours ago
Sung by Leslie Fish. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
Oh, what's the use of this looting and pillaging
Swinging my ray-gun through blood, guts, and gore?
Raping and robbing and boozing grow boring
The life of a pirate's no fun anymore
No fun anymore, no fun anymore
It's only a job, it's no fun anymore.
Always the same: all the planning and ambushing
Pouncing, attacking, and hauling away
The whoring and boozing and passing out afterwards
It's getting monotonous, day after day
Day after day, day after day
It's boring as Hell, fighting day after day.
I've bounced in more beds than there's hairs on my you-know-what
I've bred enough bastards to crew my own ship
I've never had time to stay home and raise one of 'em
So what will I have when I've emptied my clip?
Emptied my clip, emptied my clip
Who'll call me "Dad" when I've emptied my clip?
I've got an itch to go do something different
Get a good farm and a nice buxom bride
Raise some tall crops and a lot of fat babies
Complacency's one sin that I've never tried!
I've never tried, I've never tried
Playing Good Citizen I've never tried.
Sung by Leslie Fish. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
Download the album here: archive.org/details/filk_free_fall_and_other_delights
Find more of Leslie Fish's music at: lesliefish.bandcamp.com
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Lyrics:
Oh, what's the use of this looting and pillaging
Swinging my ray-gun through blood, guts, and gore?
Raping and robbing and boozing grow boring
The life of a pirate's no fun anymore
No fun anymore, no fun anymore
It's only a job, it's no fun anymore.
Always the same: all the planning and ambushing
Pouncing, attacking, and hauling away
The whoring and boozing and passing out afterwards
It's getting monotonous, day after day
Day after day, day after day
It's boring as Hell, fighting day after day.
I've bounced in more beds than there's hairs on my you-know-what
I've bred enough bastards to crew my own ship
I've never had time to stay home and raise one of 'em
So what will I have when I've emptied my clip?
Emptied my clip, emptied my clip
Who'll call me "Dad" when I've emptied my clip?
I've got an itch to go do something different
Get a good farm and a nice buxom bride
Raise some tall crops and a lot of fat babies
Complacency's one sin that I've never tried!
I've never tried, I've never tried
Playing Good Citizen I've never tried.
![Free Fall & Other Delights 15 - New Sins for Old [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/RDt_zrFMW6I/mqdefault.jpg "Free Fall & Other Delights 15 - New Sins for Old [HQ]
Sung by Leslie Fish. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
Download the album here: https://archive.org/details/filk_free_fall_and_other_delights
Find more of Leslie Fishs music at: https://lesliefish.bandcamp.com/
Lyrics:
Oh, whats the use of this looting and pillaging
Swinging my ray-gun through blood, guts, and gore?
Raping and robbing and boozing grow boring
The life of a pirates no fun anymore
No fun anymore, no fun anymore
Its only a job, its no fun anymore.
Always the same: all the planning and ambushing
Pouncing, attacking, and hauling away
The whoring and boozing and passing out afterwards
Its getting monotonous, day after day
Day after day, day after day
Its boring as Hell, fighting day after day.
Ive bounced in more beds than theres hairs on my you-know-what
Ive bred enough bastards to crew my own ship
Ive never had time to stay home and raise one of em
So what will I have when Ive emptied my clip?
Emptied my clip, emptied my clip
Wholl call me Dad when Ive emptied my clip?
Ive got an itch to go do something different
Get a good farm and a nice buxom bride
Raise some tall crops and a lot of fat babies
Complacencys one sin that Ive never tried!
Ive never tried, Ive never tried
Playing Good Citizen Ive never tried.")
![Leslie Fish & the Dehorn Crew - Trinity [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/RNf3BX7_Leo/mqdefault.jpg "Leslie Fish & the Dehorn Crew - Trinity [HQ]
Its Sister Jennys Turn to Throw the Bomb track 11. 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:
I see them on the corners,
Big black bible in hand
Shouting at the people to hear the word of the Lord—
And its this:
“Youre just a filthy sinner-man!
You cant save yourself, but Jesus can!
And then you too can be an angel with a sword,
Smite the unrighteous!
Make Jesus your goal, sell him your soul,
Go throw your mind down the nearest hole.”
Chorus:
And the Lord Christ Jesus will save you from the Devil and sin,
The Lord Marx Lenin will save you from the Chairman of the Board,
The Lord Smack Needle will save you from the pains of life,
But who will come and save you from your Lord?
I see them on the corners,
Little Red Book in hand
Preaching in the name of the People while the people pass by
Not giving a damn
“Filthy bourgeois, no right to live,
The only way to be saved is give!
Let your commissar tell you how to live and die,
Out of the book!
And well forge ahead, righteous and Red,
If anyone argues well cut em dead.”
(Chorus)
I see them on the corners,
Tiny white packet in hand
Crooning to their needles and taking their god “in vein”
Or maybe skin popping
“Guilty sinner, salvations here!
No more suffering, no more fear.
Pay down your money and wipe the world from your brain
Down to basics!
We dont preach a creed, we know what you need,
You want to forget how much you bleed.”
(Chorus)")
![UnReal Estate 03 - Phantom Lover of the Star Drive [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/RaVmXAEW1O4/mqdefault.jpg "UnReal Estate 03 - Phantom Lover of the Star Drive [HQ]
Sung by Heather Alexander. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
Download the album here: https://archive.org/details/filk_unreal_estate
Lyrics:
Young women, if you travel stellar shipping lanes, beware
The whisper-soft caress of gentle fingers in your hair
The tender kiss as you lie sleeping when theres no one there
And your temperatures rise
Youve been touched by the Phantom Lover of the Stardrive.
Chorus:
Ghost or alien, dead or alive
Only one sure thing is known
The Phantom Lover of the Stardrive
Only haunts the ladies, he leaves the men alone
No one knows his name, what he was, or where he came from
He just began to haunt the Tau Ceti run
No sooner is a cruisers jump to faster-than-light done
He arrives
With a soulful sigh, the Phantom Lover of the Stardrive.
(Chorus)
In normal space, theres not a trace of passions entity
But jump to light and his romantic spree is guaranteed
An interstellar Don Juan, lady passengers agree
With a sparkle in their eyes
Hes a tachyon high, the Phantom Lover of the Stardrive.
(Chorus)
They love him, yes they do, and now the Tau Ceti cruise
Is booked solid by women whove been victimized
Oh, hes a tachyon high,
The Phantom Lover of the Stardrive.
Oh, he satisfies,
The Phantom Lover of the Stardrive.")
![Bob Kanefsky/Heather Alexander - Shapes of Shadow [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/RjmgMWuYNgw/mqdefault.jpg "Bob Kanefsky/Heather Alexander - Shapes of Shadow [HQ]
Tapeworm I track 5. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
Past where patterned pathways lie,
Magic works, and there work I.
Scaffold boards left far behind,
I mold forms inside my mind.
Forms that kill, and forms that cure.
Forms to teach, or to obscure.
Forms in which the minds eye delves.
Forms for forming forms themselves.
Chorus:
You build worlds with steel and stone.
I build worlds with words alone.
Skilled tradespeople, long years taught:
You shape matter. I shape thought.
Soft, where your works rigid stand,
My works change as times demand.
Yours take years to redesign;
One night’s thought can alter mine.
For you must stop to forge new tools.
I need only change my rules.
You discard old stock in stores;
I discard old metaphors.
(Chorus)
Some would say my work exists
In the mindless maze’s twists.
They confuse their beer and gin
With the glass they buy them in.
The second’s made to hold the first,
And, empty, cannot quench your thirst.
Like the poet’s scroll and ink:
Less important than you think.
(Chorus)
Softly through the fertile night,
My work sheds its own clear light.
You still let your lives be run
By the dictates of the sun.
Fearful caveman that you are,
Scurry to your home or bar!
Long before your brain need tire,
Huddle ’round your neon fire.
(Chorus)")
![Jordin Kare - Fool to Feed the Drive [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/Rrb_sMoBdaQ/mqdefault.jpg "Jordin Kare - Fool to Feed the Drive [HQ]
Parody Violation track 15. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics (TTTO Fuel to Feed the Drive, Cynthia McQuillin):
A hundred parsecs out, on a ship quite second-rate,
The engineer McQuillin sent the word up to the mate
Our engine’s out of steam, he said, and soon our ship will die
If we can’t find a planet with fuel to feed the drive.
Now our ship’s a noble lady, and our captain she is too
But our engineer is none too bright, the dimwit of our crew
The captain said, I thought you filled the tanks on Vega 5!
McQuillin just looked sheepish; he forgot to feed the drive
Can curses stir the gods of space who dwell beyond the stars?
If so, they surely woke up then, for we used up most of ours
We thought we’d drift forever, lost between the stars we’d die
And all because McQuillin bought no fuel to feed the drive
But then the captain’s eyes grew bright; she said, It seems to me
That a fusion drive burns H2O... McQuillin turned to flee!
Grab him, boys, and hold him—he’s no good to us alive,
But two hundred pounds of water will feed our dying drive!
So once again we fly through space, avoiding all the stars
Who knows what ruin may take us, what evil fate is ours
We never found our planet, but we’ll all but one survive
As long as we are granted some fool to feed the drive!")
![Bill Sutton - Midnight at the Well [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/SNmnAtOfGe0/mqdefault.jpg "Bill Sutton - Midnight at the Well [HQ]
Past Due track 14. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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[book: Well of Souls series, Jack L. Chalker]
Lyrics:
I stand and watch the universe, so strong and full of light
I watch the children grow and dreamers fight
And yet you ask me now to throw them all away
To steal from them their right to have their day
Chorus:
For all the deeds weve done
And all the things that weve begun
All the people, every heaven, every hell
All the places that weve been
And all the wonders that weve seen
Will vanish when its Midnight at the Well
Ive seen a thousand races die, but thousands more still thrive
Those living races have a right to survive
Art and joy and music, all will disappear,
And no one will ever know that they were here
(Chorus)
But I will not take all the blame for the things you ask
Mine not the only guilt, the only task
For I must be the one to pull the trigger, it is true
But the one who gives the order shall be you!
(Chorus)
Must vanish, for its Midnight at the Well
Give the order—its Midnight at the Well!")
![Julia Ecklar - The Female of the Species [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/SR7-1m-QgeE/mqdefault.jpg "Julia Ecklar - The Female of the Species [HQ]
Horse-Tamers Daughter track 01. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside.
But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail,
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
When Nag the basking cobra hears the careless foot of man,
He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it if he can.
But his mate makes no such motion where she camps beside the trail,
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
When the early Jesuit fathers preached to Hurons and Choctaws,
They prayed to be delivered from the vengeance of the squaws.
Twas the women, not the warriors, turned those stark enthusiasts pale,
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
Mans timid heart is bursting with the things he must not say,
For the Woman that God gave him isnt his to give away;
But when hunter meets with husband, each confirms the others tale—
That the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
She who faces Death by torture for each life beneath her breast
May not deal in doubt or pity—must not swerve for fact or jest.
These are purely male diversions—not in these her honour dwells—
She, the Other Law we live by, is that Law and nothing else.
Unprovoked and awful charges—even so the she-bear fights,
Speech that drips, corrodes, and poisons—even so the cobra bites,
Scientific vivisection of one nerve till it is raw
And the victim writhes in anguish—like the Jesuit with the squaw!
So it comes that Man, the coward, when he gathers to confer
With his fellow-braves in council, dare not leave a place for her
Where, at war with Life and Conscience, he uplifts his erring hands
To some God of Abstract Justice that no woman understands.
And Man knows it! Knows, moreover, that the Woman that God gave him
Must command but may not govern—shall enthral but not enslave him.
And She knows, because She warns him, and Her instincts never fail,
That the Female of Her Species is more deadly than the Male.")
![UnReal Estate 06 - Creatures of Habit [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/Sc5xpYF2AHs/mqdefault.jpg "UnReal Estate 06 - Creatures of Habit [HQ]
Sung by Cecilia Eng. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
Chorus:
Were creatures of habit, afraid of the unknown,
Afraid of being different, afraid to be alone.
The tried way is the best way, or so it always seeems,
But were creatures of habit who arent afraid to dream.
They say that we had paradise when ignorance was bliss,
They say that human knowledge was what sent things amiss.
Well, one mans paradise is oft another persons hell,
And if we have had another dream, perhaps its just as well.
(Chorus)
They said that the Earth was square and flat, that it had corners four,
They said that youd fall off it if you sailed away from shore.
It goes to prove you cant believe just anything they say;
Some dreamers going to try to do what cant be done one day.
(Chorus)
They said it was a waste of time to build flying machines;
If man was really meant to fly, God would have made him wings.
So when youre sipping cocktails on a mid-Atlantic flight,
Drink a toast to all the dreamers who brought you to that height!
(Chorus)
They said that building rockets was another waste of cash,
That man was never meant for space, the craze would never last.
Well, weve been to the Moon and back and left our footprints there;
Our shuttle flights are monthly now, with cargo space to spare.
(Chorus)
They say the stars are out of reach, too far away to roam,
They say the speed of lights a wall thatll keep mankind at home,
That interstellar travels an escapist sci-fi dream—
Well, that may be, but I, for one, am not afraid to dream!
(Chorus)")
![Leslie Fish & the Dehorn Crew - Were Still Here [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/TgstQD0ngW0/mqdefault.jpg "Leslie Fish & the Dehorn Crew - Were Still Here [HQ]
Its Sister Jennys Turn to Throw the Bomb track 08. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
Chorus:
Were still here
Were still here
Eighty-two hard years and more and were still here
Attorney General Palmers gone
Were still here
Edgar Hoover, too, passed on
Were still here
(Chorus)
Not so big as we used to be, but
Were still here
Still out to get the poor folks free
Were still here
(Chorus)
We have skills the poor can use
Were still here
We will teach them where we choose
Were still here
(Chorus)
War and peace have come and gone
Were still here
We still keep on keeping on
Were still here
(Chorus)
Were the IWW
Were still here
And to this day we trouble you
Were still here
(Chorus)
Time has made us hard to kill
Were still here
Through all winds surviving still
Were still here
(Chorus)")
![Bob Kanefsky/Leslie Fish - A Warning for Unknown Voters [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/TriOsdtOmQI/mqdefault.jpg "Bob Kanefsky/Leslie Fish - A Warning for Unknown Voters [HQ]
Tapeworm I track 10. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
Download the album here: https://archive.org/details/filk_tapeworm_1
Lyrics:
A man is setting off a bomb to destroy the human race
On the bright blue world he stands upon that floats in empty space.
The whole world sees the villain there, and the other side as well,
But no one knows the ones who chose to let him sound the knell.
Chorus:
Steppe by steppe the shortest war can be won, can be won.
Many stones can kill the whore, singly none, singly none.
And together, what we will we’re perpetrating still.
Many germs can make one ill, singly none, singly none.
Place the blame on the Kremlin masterminds, and the White House over here,
And the people who pay taxes on their hatred, greed, and fear,
And all who stand to profit by the war machine supply.
Place the blame on the unknown voters, too, who never bat an eye.
(Chorus)
Place the blame on the Bomb’s designers, and the makers of each part,
And all who man the radar scan to watch the nightmare start,
And all the unknown voters, from shore to crowded shore,
Who gave one fool the power to set off the final war.
(Chorus)")
