![Jordin Kare - Car Fire [HQ] @SongsfromtheStars](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/xHKXCiy5A90/maxresdefault.jpg)
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Parody Violation track 17. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics (TTTO "Star Fire," Cynthia McQuillin):
I sit here knowing credit's overdrawn
Surrounded by the ghastly stench that says my engine's gone
Charring plastic, burning oil,
End result of all my toil
In these endless, dismal hours before the dawn
Car fire...car fire...
Take my savings to the universe beyond
Ten thousand bucks to buy this shining shell
They built it on a Monday and they did not build it well
And every soul who touched its birth,
If they be still on Earth,
I would set to building Yugos down in Hell
Car fire...car fire...
It's burning 'neath my hood, I know it well
Car fire...car fire...
It's burning 'neath my hood, I know that smell
Parody Violation track 17. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
Download the album here: archive.org/details/filk_parody_violation
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Lyrics (TTTO "Star Fire," Cynthia McQuillin):
I sit here knowing credit's overdrawn
Surrounded by the ghastly stench that says my engine's gone
Charring plastic, burning oil,
End result of all my toil
In these endless, dismal hours before the dawn
Car fire...car fire...
Take my savings to the universe beyond
Ten thousand bucks to buy this shining shell
They built it on a Monday and they did not build it well
And every soul who touched its birth,
If they be still on Earth,
I would set to building Yugos down in Hell
Car fire...car fire...
It's burning 'neath my hood, I know it well
Car fire...car fire...
It's burning 'neath my hood, I know that smell
![Jordin Kare - Car Fire [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/xHKXCiy5A90/mqdefault.jpg "Jordin Kare - Car Fire [HQ]
Parody Violation track 17. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
Download the album here: https://archive.org/details/filk_parody_violation
Lyrics (TTTO Star Fire, Cynthia McQuillin):
I sit here knowing credits overdrawn
Surrounded by the ghastly stench that says my engines gone
Charring plastic, burning oil,
End result of all my toil
In these endless, dismal hours before the dawn
Car fire...car fire...
Take my savings to the universe beyond
Ten thousand bucks to buy this shining shell
They built it on a Monday and they did not build it well
And every soul who touched its birth,
If they be still on Earth,
I would set to building Yugos down in Hell
Car fire...car fire...
Its burning neath my hood, I know it well
Car fire...car fire...
Its burning neath my hood, I know that smell")
![Aislinn (Anne Prather) - What the Heck Good is Heaven (If You Dont Have Wings) [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/xQv-PHf-EDk/mqdefault.jpg "Aislinn (Anne Prather) - What the Heck Good is Heaven (If You Dont Have Wings) [HQ]
High Wings track 11. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
Oh, people see Heaven as many things (singing oh, hallelujah!)
Full of angels with harps that play and sing (singing oh, hallelujah!)
But when I see an angel I say just one thing
I say, What the heck good are angels if they dont have wings?
Oh, if they dont have wings
Now a well-meaning pastor came up to me
He said, What more could you want from Eternity
Than a voice like yours that rises clear and free
To sing the praises of the Trinity?
Oh, the Persians draw angels that make me cry (singing oh, hallelujah!)
They got skinny little wings thatll never fly (singing oh, hallelujah!)
They may have voices to praise their King,
But I say, What the heck good are angels if they dont have wings?
Oh, real flying wings!
Now the roaring of the jets ought to make it clear
That the kingdom of God is really almost here
Werent airplanes what was meant by the King of Kings
When he promised to raise us up on eagles wings?
Oh, Nirvana is some peoples religious goal (singing oh, hallelujah!)
Enlightenment and union with the cosmic whole (singing oh, hallelujah!)
But Nirvana lacks one important thing
I say, What the heck goods Nirvana if you dont have wings?
Oh, real flying wings!
Now Im talking here about a few barrel rolls, some spins, an Immelmann just to top it all off—a sixteen-point inverted slow roll would be a challenge. This levitation is boring!
Oh, Moronis sitting up there on the Temple heights (singing oh, hallelujah!)
His trumpet pointing out past the city lights (singing oh, hallelujah!)
But Moroni in his beauty lacks just one thing
I say, What the heck goods an angel if he dont have wings?
Oh, if he dont have wings
Now the clean-cut missionary on my doorstep said
You must find the truth or youll be lost when youre dead.
I know where Im going when I finally die
I dont want anybodys Heaven if I cant fly
Oh people see Heaven as many things (singing oh, hallelujah!)
Full of angels with harps that play and sing (singing oh, hallelujah!)
Im glad your view of Heaven is a place that sings,
But I say, What the hell good is Heaven if you dont have wings?
Oh, real flying wings!")
![Frank Hayes - 3 A.M. [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/xSEo1TOHIoM/mqdefault.jpg "Frank Hayes - 3 A.M. [HQ]
Dont Ask track 03. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
A dog is barking at the moon with his eyes turned up toward space
Another joins him very soon in the yard next to your place
You could call their owner on the phone and give him hell also,
But you know theyll stop the second that the fellow says,
“Hello? No, my dogs aint makin no noise.
Hell, no, Lucille and Godzilla are asleep in their doghouse.
Wassamatter? Why you lousy...”
Chorus:
Drip by drip, the faucets leak
Drives you nuts
Drives you nuts
Cats that yowl and walls that creak
Mangy mutts
Noisy mutts
If I had the cash to do it, Id move to Timbuktu
Think about it; so would you
Split splat spluts
Split splat spluts
The neighbors cats in heat again and that probably is why
Shes singing from Aida as old boots go whizzing by
A garbage truck comes down the street with a noise to wake the dead
Theyll take their break and park it eighteen inches from your bed.
“Nah, Charlie. You dont want to shut it off.
It, uh, its fine. Just uh, just let er run.”
(Chorus)
The floor is creaking down below; you hear it, but its faint
Perhaps it is a burglar—then again, perhaps it aint.
The radiator starts to bang, and the plumbing joins the din
Just when you think youve had enough, those dogs start up again!
(Chorus)")
![UnReal Estate 14 - Helvas Song [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/xnl4lvlKqTM/mqdefault.jpg "UnReal Estate 14 - Helvas Song [HQ]
Sung by Cecilia Eng. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
My sister and my brother ships speak softly by my side,
But I only hear the emptiness of space
And a siren song which calls to me from a burning, white-hot star
Promising oblivion and peace.
Chorus:
And the stars still dance the spiral dance,
And the planets circle far,
But the ship who sang will sing no more
Between the distant stars.
Ill sing no more.
For my love lies dead within me, his voice forever still;
It seems as though my heart will never mend.
The musics died unfinished, his song is at an end,
Well never sing again.
(Chorus)
Now I could turn and fly away, a rogue without a home,
And turn my back on all that we have known,
But a hundred years is far too long to live on nothing more
Than memories and heartache, all alone.
(Chorus)
So here, upon this lonely field, Ill bid my love goodbye.
The honors at his graveside are the best.
And somehow I will find my voice and fill the silent plain,
Yes, Ill sing him to his rest.
And the stars still dance the spiral dance,
And the planets circle far,
And the ship who sang will sing once more
Between the distant stars.
Ill sing once more.
And the ship who sang will sing once more
Between the distant stars.
Ill sing once more.")
![Technical Difficulties - Dedication [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/xyCDhioHBSw/mqdefault.jpg "Technical Difficulties - Dedication [HQ]
Please Stand By track 06. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
Seven names to represent the whole damn human race (seven names)
Seven who died reaching for space (as we reach for space)
Others will fly
In that tempting void that waits beyond the sky
We’ll control the lightning once again (we’ll control the lightning)
Stars have ever beckoned men to reach for higher things (higher things)
Stars for which we try with homemade wings (with our wings we soar)
Time is our friend
As we try and fail and try and never bend
We’ve controlled the lightning and the wind
Once we sailed o’er the seas, slave to tide and breeze
Guided by the stars we seek to know
And to further our schemes lay the mother world of dreams
Smiling even as we turned to go
Cradle world that brought us forth beneath our warming sun (warming sun)
Cradle world of life that’s just begun (as we begin)
Watch as we grow
In the face of hate and strife and hammer blow
We’ll control the lightning once again
We’ll control the lightning once again
We’ll control the lightning once again
We’ll control the lightning once again
We will control the lightning again")
![Frank Hayes - Cosmos [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/yEoHMz_55V8/mqdefault.jpg "Frank Hayes - Cosmos [HQ]
Dont Ask track 17. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
Theres a hole in the middle of it all
Theres a hole in the middle of it all
Theres a hole, theres a hole, theres a hole in the middle of it all.
Now, the Bang caused the hole in the middle of it all
The Bang caused the hole in the middle of it all
Theres a hole, theres a hole, theres a hole in the middle of it all.
And theres a void where the Bang caused the hole in the middle of it all...
And there is nothing in the void where the Bang caused the hole in the middle of it all...
And now Im looking for the nothing in the void where the Bang caused the hole in the middle of it all...
And Ill get government funding for looking for the nothing in the void where the Bang caused the hole in the middle of it all...
And Ill get a book contract and a TV show with the government funding for looking for the nothing in the void where the Bang caused the hole in the middle of it all...
And Ill make BILLIONS AND BILLIONS from the book contract and the TV show with the government funding for looking for the nothing in the void where the Bang caused the hole in the middle of it all...
Assuming the theory holds...theres a hole in the middle of it all!")
![Leslie Fish & the Dehorn Crew - Ramboing [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/yU4ujvTZLIw/mqdefault.jpg "Leslie Fish & the Dehorn Crew - Ramboing [HQ]
Its Sister Jennys Turn to Throw the Bomb track 14. 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:
For all the ills that plague mankind, there is a certain cure
For neighbors rude and rowdy and for prigs sublime and pure,
For holier-than-thous and nasty children by the store,
There is one man who shows the way, salvation is his store.
Chorus:
So let us go a-Ramboing among the live grenades,
Yes, let us go a-Ramboing, all lively youths and maids.
With an Uzi in the left hand and machete in the right,
O let us go a-Ramboing out on the town tonight!
Your boss is full of fertilizer, but hes still the boss,
You therefore labor mightily to his gain and your loss.
He hassles and torments you, nags and plagues you day and night;
Take heart, O pilgrim, there is hope, redemption is in sight.
(Chorus)
And as for politicians, well, need anymore be said?
Their fingers are all in the till, their skulls are made of lead.
Youll never vote the bastards out, for guess who runs the game,
And no use yelling for the law, the cops are just the same.
(Chorus)
Your neighbor mows his lawn at 3 a.m. on Sunday morn
And thanks to him you often wish that you were never born,
Especially when, after hours and one too many brews,
He alternates Ms. Dolly P. with polka tunes and blues.
(Chorus)
Your neighbors children play their wars at most unholy hours
And recreate Guadalcanal among your shrubs and flowers.
They decorate your trees with tissue normally found on rolls
And excavate your driveway like so many little moles.
(Chorus)
Your other neighbor has been saved and wants to save you too;
Hell gladly tell you endlessly exactly what to do.
Just put your soul into his hands, youll go and sin no more,
Dont drink or smoke or anything, but be (like him) a bore.
(Chorus)
Sweet polite persuasion here will bring you no relief,
For those who yield to reason arent the kind that cause you grief.
So when youve had it up to here, and fear youll grow unhinged,
Its no more Mr. Nice Guy, lets go out and get revenge.
(Chorus)
Yes, there is a solution to the grafter, bore, and prude,
The idiot who bosses you, the neighbor brute and rude.
Just take up arms against the sea of troubles, toil, and fuss,
Whats good enough for the new John Wayne is good enough for us!
(Chorus)")
![UnReal Estate 07 - Songs of Distant Earth [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/yjbLIqHmqnc/mqdefault.jpg "UnReal Estate 07 - Songs of Distant Earth [HQ]
Sung by Bill Roper. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
The melody is over, the last transmission done,
The cool of Earth is turned to flame with the dying of the Sun.
The nova flare will burn away the world of mankinds birth
And fire will be the ending of the songs of distant Earth.
The sentence was pronounced: the death of Earth would come,
The Sun burn briefly bright, all historyd be done,
And all the things they cared for, the laughter and the tears,
Be ended by the novas flame in fifteen hundred years.
But although die they must, man might outlive his home:
The stars were waiting there, with planets of their own.
The telescopes peered outward; the probes were sent to fly,
To seek a world that they might seed, that mankind need not die.
No man of Earth may walk beneath a foreign sun,
But the seedships sent their life; a new race has begun.
On twenty worlds weve gathered, the human voice grows strong,
And we carry on their writing, their poetry, their song.
The melody is over, but the echoes linger on
From the seeds of life they planted gainst the dying of the Sun.
The echos growing stronger as it calls of mans rebirth
And a score of worlds are singing now the songs of distant Earth.")
![Jordin Kare - Melodies So Deep [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/yo_A26GyhM0/mqdefault.jpg "Jordin Kare - Melodies So Deep [HQ]
Parody Violation track 12. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics (TTTO Dragons in the Deep, Cynthia McQuillin):
Melodies so deep,
A basss life is cheap
And even songs in key of C
May hide a deadly enemy
We pray the gods protect our throats
If we should try to hit those notes")
![Frank Hayes - Tinkers Daughter [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/ysQjOQeUvvw/mqdefault.jpg "Frank Hayes - Tinkers Daughter [HQ]
Dont Ask track 05. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
When I was just a young man and I hadnt made my fame
I spent the night with a tinkers lass who left when the morning came
Its many years shes left me, and since shes gone away
But Im mad for the tinkers daughter, and I love her to this day
Chorus:
For theres many dark and lovely, and theres many fine and fair,
But Im mad for the tinkers daughter, and theres none that can compare.
Now a tinker is a rambler, and he wanders near and far
And the trueborn daughter of a tinkers bound to go from star to star
And to find her Ive crossed Hell itself and the Heavens up above
And Ive seen a thousand wonders, but I havent found my love
(Chorus)
Ive seen the golden cities and the golden women there
And Ive seen the green-eyed women of the wind with silver in their hair
Seen the dark and noble ladies, and a queen upon her throne,
But I search the worlds for the tinkers girl to take her for my own
(Chorus)
Now, love will make you crazy, and love will make you blind,
And love will make you search until you dont know what youll find,
And love will set you spinning so youll never find your way,
But Im mad for the tinkers daughter, and I love her to this day!
(Chorus x2)")
![Leslie Fish & the Dehorn Crew - John Barleycorn [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/z0Kqui8lXBI/mqdefault.jpg "Leslie Fish & the Dehorn Crew - John Barleycorn [HQ]
Its Sister Jennys Turn to Throw the Bomb track 02. 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:
There were three maids come from the west, their fortune to espy
And these three maids took a solemn oath that John Barleycorn must die
They buried him in three furrows deep, piled clods upon his head
Then these three maids took a solemn oath that John Barleycorn was dead
They let him lie for about three weeks, till the drops from Heaven did fall
Then little Sir John lifted up his head and so did amaze them all
They let him stand till Midsummers Day, when he looked both pale and wan
Then little Sir John grew a long, long beard and so became a man
Theyve hired the men with the scythes so sharp, to cut him off at the knee
And rolled him and tied him about the waist—they served him barbarously
Theyve hired the men with the crabtree sticks, for to thresh him skin from bone
And the miller has treated him worst of all, for hes ground him between two stones
And that was the death of John Barleycorn, but he lived to tell the tale
For theyve bunged him into an oaken vat and called him homebrewed ale
And the king he could not keep his court, nor the huntsman wind his horn
Nor the sailor sail, nor the plowman plow, without John Barleycorn")
![Bill Sutton - The Wizard of Macke Town [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/zSI3S2tEFeg/mqdefault.jpg "Bill Sutton - The Wizard of Macke Town [HQ]
Past Due track 09. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
It started in a tavern on the edge of Macke Town
The talk had turned to stories of the night
He drank and laughed with all the rest and chilled them with his tales
Spoken in the shadowed eerie light
When all at once they noticed signs they had not seen before
No candles burned inside the tavern hall
The windows shuttered tightly and no light spread from the doors
The blacksmiths son glowed pale to light them all
Sword in hand and rein in hand he rides across the plain
Knowing as he gallops that he cant go home again
Born and raised in Macke Town, the blacksmiths only son
His neighbors hound and hunt him for a deed he has not done
Frightened by his wizards light, his old friends stay away
He finds himself abandoned and alone
His lifetime friendships shattered by a power undesired
His life destroyed by things he has not known
Then one day the Baron dies of no mere earthly cause
And all assign the blacksmiths son the blame
In the night they come to take him to his death upon the stake
He escapes into the dark that shrouds the plain
Sword in hand and rein in hand he rides across the plain
Knowing as he gallops that he cant go home again
Born and raised in Macke Town, the blacksmiths only son
His neighbors hound and hunt him for a deed he has not done
He rides the plain a year or more, searching for a sign
Of a sorcerer who murders village lords
And if he should find him he resolves to settle all
Bringing his name with power and a sword
So comes the day he finds a tower black against the sun
The power grips his body like a claw
It pulls him toward the tower where his shame may be avenged
And the castle is invaded by the pawn
He finds the sorcerer asleep secure within his spells
His rage fuels power to strike the wards away!
He slashes down with sharpened blade and takes the wizards head
And he feels his unknown power drain away
Sword in hand and rein in hand he rides across the plain
Knowing as he gallops that hes going home again
Born and raised in Macke Town, the blacksmiths only son
He brings his friends and neighbors proof of deeds he has not done
But when he rides in triumph back again to Macke Town
Relief at his salvation quickly dies
For though his power has vanished and he brings the murderers head
The village wisdom calls his claims a lie
Sword in hand and rein in hand he rides across the plain
Searching for a power that hell never find again
Born and raised in Macke Town, the blacksmiths only son
His neighbors hound and hunt him for a deed he has not done
His neighbors hound and hunt him for a deed he has not done!")
