![Leslie Fish - Digwell Carol [HQ] @SongsfromtheStars](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/dKT1r-8viHk/maxresdefault.jpg)
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Firestorm track 19. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
It is the time of Digwell, now summer's gone away
People come from miles around to meet on Digwell Day
We all come here with mighty stones, with gravel, rocks, and sand
Bring it here with oxcarts or with buckets in your hand
Chorus:
Pile high, pile high, the Devil's underground
Pile high, pile high, keep the Devil down
And bring you all your blighted crops and blighted beasts beside
And coffins of this season's dead that of the blight have died
Bring them to the mountain's top and fetch the boulders near
'Tis fitting that the blighted dead should all be buried here
(Chorus)
So fetch the boulders, sand, and stones, and pile them deeply here
We bury now the sorrows, sins, and bad luck of the year
And when the mountain's higher by the mound we build today
Then we shall feast and dance and sing this autumn night away
(Chorus)
For back in our forefathers' time, the Devils ruled this land
They made cruel wars and laws to rule the folks on every hand
They spoiled the land and water, and they poisoned half the sky
They cared for nothing but their power, though man and nature die
(Chorus)
In time the danger grew so fierce it threatened them as well
And so they dug deep in the Earth and hid them safe in Hell
They hoped to wait in comfort till the poisons wore away
For then they could come out again and rule another day
(Chorus)
They hid themselves below the ground and left the people here
Amid the blight that they had made and even they must fear
But still the people stayed alive, and well they promised then
That all the devils hid in Hell would never rule again
(Chorus)
And so our fathers hunted till they found the secret gate
And there they piled the boulders high, above where Devils wait
And thus we've ever after done these many years and more
So now our man-made mountain stands upon their exit door
(Chorus x2)
Firestorm track 19. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
Download the album here: archive.org/details/filk_firestorm
Find more of Leslie Fish's music at: lesliefish.bandcamp.com
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Lyrics:
It is the time of Digwell, now summer's gone away
People come from miles around to meet on Digwell Day
We all come here with mighty stones, with gravel, rocks, and sand
Bring it here with oxcarts or with buckets in your hand
Chorus:
Pile high, pile high, the Devil's underground
Pile high, pile high, keep the Devil down
And bring you all your blighted crops and blighted beasts beside
And coffins of this season's dead that of the blight have died
Bring them to the mountain's top and fetch the boulders near
'Tis fitting that the blighted dead should all be buried here
(Chorus)
So fetch the boulders, sand, and stones, and pile them deeply here
We bury now the sorrows, sins, and bad luck of the year
And when the mountain's higher by the mound we build today
Then we shall feast and dance and sing this autumn night away
(Chorus)
For back in our forefathers' time, the Devils ruled this land
They made cruel wars and laws to rule the folks on every hand
They spoiled the land and water, and they poisoned half the sky
They cared for nothing but their power, though man and nature die
(Chorus)
In time the danger grew so fierce it threatened them as well
And so they dug deep in the Earth and hid them safe in Hell
They hoped to wait in comfort till the poisons wore away
For then they could come out again and rule another day
(Chorus)
They hid themselves below the ground and left the people here
Amid the blight that they had made and even they must fear
But still the people stayed alive, and well they promised then
That all the devils hid in Hell would never rule again
(Chorus)
And so our fathers hunted till they found the secret gate
And there they piled the boulders high, above where Devils wait
And thus we've ever after done these many years and more
So now our man-made mountain stands upon their exit door
(Chorus x2)
![Leslie Fish - Digwell Carol [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/dKT1r-8viHk/mqdefault.jpg "Leslie Fish - Digwell Carol [HQ]
Firestorm track 19. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
Download the album here: https://archive.org/details/filk_firestorm
Find more of Leslie Fishs music at: https://lesliefish.bandcamp.com/
Lyrics:
It is the time of Digwell, now summers gone away
People come from miles around to meet on Digwell Day
We all come here with mighty stones, with gravel, rocks, and sand
Bring it here with oxcarts or with buckets in your hand
Chorus:
Pile high, pile high, the Devils underground
Pile high, pile high, keep the Devil down
And bring you all your blighted crops and blighted beasts beside
And coffins of this seasons dead that of the blight have died
Bring them to the mountains top and fetch the boulders near
Tis fitting that the blighted dead should all be buried here
(Chorus)
So fetch the boulders, sand, and stones, and pile them deeply here
We bury now the sorrows, sins, and bad luck of the year
And when the mountains higher by the mound we build today
Then we shall feast and dance and sing this autumn night away
(Chorus)
For back in our forefathers time, the Devils ruled this land
They made cruel wars and laws to rule the folks on every hand
They spoiled the land and water, and they poisoned half the sky
They cared for nothing but their power, though man and nature die
(Chorus)
In time the danger grew so fierce it threatened them as well
And so they dug deep in the Earth and hid them safe in Hell
They hoped to wait in comfort till the poisons wore away
For then they could come out again and rule another day
(Chorus)
They hid themselves below the ground and left the people here
Amid the blight that they had made and even they must fear
But still the people stayed alive, and well they promised then
That all the devils hid in Hell would never rule again
(Chorus)
And so our fathers hunted till they found the secret gate
And there they piled the boulders high, above where Devils wait
And thus weve ever after done these many years and more
So now our man-made mountain stands upon their exit door
(Chorus x2)")
![Leslie Fish - The Discards [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/d_YQaZpdEII/mqdefault.jpg "Leslie Fish - The Discards [HQ]
Firestorm track 14. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
Download the album here: https://archive.org/details/filk_firestorm
Find more of Leslie Fishs music at: https://lesliefish.bandcamp.com/
Lyrics:
Look on the horizon!
What do my eyes behold?
Is that a herd of bison
Or a convoy rolling bold?
Could that be my old master
And all his princely crew,
Who ran from all disaster
That they put us peasants through,
They put us peasants through?
Who else would roll so proudly
Across this blasted land?
Who else would bitch so loudly
On every channel band?
Now do they think that no one
Could stay out here alive
Or did they think us low ones
Were too stupid to survive,
Too stupid to survive?
Why did they leave their bunkers
They built so long ago?
Did they come forth to conquer
Or did their food run low?
Their wheels so sleek and bossy,
All stuffed with high-tech gear,
No longer look so glossy
After driving long out here,
Driving long out here.
For what looks good in planning
May not be built to last;
Tech toys wear out with manning,
Replacements run out fast.
The salesmans proud assurance
Wont hold you up in Hell—
Survival means endurance
And weve learned that lesson well,
Weve learned that lesson well.
For when they fled the city
And left us to our fate,
No panic and no pity,
Nor did we stand and wait.
The junkyard left unguarded
We looted for our tools—
We may have been discarded
But that didnt make us fools,
That didnt make us fools.
So come on, dear old master
And see whats waiting here
Our wheels can roll the faster
For lack of fragile gear
Weve stripped down to essentials
Of armor, wheels, and gun
Dont send me your credentials;
This is no computer run,
No computer run.
No radar for your jamming,
No lasers to deflect,
Just armor made for ramming
And bullets worth respect.
No comps for your miscoding,
No optics to distrust,
Your chips are overloading
And your laser eats my dust,
Your laser eats my dust.
Now one of you is burning,
Anothers punctured well,
A third is overturning,
A fourth is blown to hell.
The fifth is losing power,
The sixth has lost a wheel—
This fight wont last the hour;
Tell me, master, will you deal?
Master, will you deal?
Ill leave you live and walking,
As much as you left me!
Surrender or quit talking;
Choose death or poverty.
Ah, youre running like the others!
My guns come up to line!
Your friends can face my brothers,
Master, your sweet ass is mine,
Your sweet ass is mine.")
![Julia Ecklar - Threes [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/djpfJzxG0-E/mqdefault.jpg "Julia Ecklar - Threes [HQ]
Horse-Tamers Daughter track 07. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
Download the album here: https://archive.org/details/filk_horse-tamers_daughter
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Lyrics:
Deep into the stony hills, miles from keep or hold,
A troop of guards comes riding with a lady and her gold,
Riding in the center, shrouded in her cloak of fur,
Companioned by a maiden and a toothless, aged cur.
Three things see no end: a flower blighted ere it bloomed,
A message that was wasted, and a journey that was doomed.
One among the guardsmen has a shifting, restless eye,
And as they ride, he scans the hills that rise against the sky.
He wears a sword and bracelet worth more than he can afford
And hidden in his baggage is a heavy, secret hoard.
Of three things be wary: of the hungry, hunting cat,
The shepherd eating mutton, and the guardsman that is fat.
From ambush, bandits screaming charge the pack train and its prize.
All but four within the train are taken by surprise,
And all but four are cut down as a woodsman fells a log:
The guardsman and the lady and the maiden and the dog.
Three things know a secret: first, the lady in a dream,
The dog who barks no warning, and the maid who does not scream.
Then off the lady pulls her cloak. In armor she is clad.
Her sword is out and ready, and her eyes are fierce and glad.
The maiden gestures briefly, and the dogs a cur no more.
A wolf, swordmaid, and sorceress now face the bandit corps.
Three things never anger, or you will not live for long:
A wolf with cubs, a man with power, and a womans sense of wrong.
The bandits growl a challenge and the lady only grins,
The sorceress bows mockingly, and then the fight begins.
When it ends there are but four left standing from that horde:
The witch, the wolf, the traitor, and the woman with the sword.
Three things never trust in: the maiden sworn as pure,
The vows a king has given, and the ambush that is sure.
Theyve stripped the traitor naked and theyve whipped him on his way
Into the barren hillsides, like the folk he used to slay.
They take a thorough vengeance for the women hes cut down
And then they mount their horses and they journey back to town.
Three things trust and cherish well: the horse on which you ride,
The beast that guards and watches, and the sister at your side.")
![Technical Difficulties - Lullaby for a Weary World [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/dr6MVNv9-pI/mqdefault.jpg "Technical Difficulties - Lullaby for a Weary World [HQ]
Please Stand By track 01. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
Download the album here: https://archive.org/details/filk_please_stand_by/
Lyrics:
I wonder how my world can live with all the hate she harbors
(Sleep, my weary world.)
And Im scared of how long it may last,
And just how soon it all could end,
And I wish the power to stop it all
Could rest within my hands.
I see her people dying for such bold and bloody causes
(Sleep, my weary world.)
And the bodies of the innocent
Are washed up on the lengthening shore
While the rising tide of history
Just ebbs and flows again.
Chorus:
Oh, make me a cradle to rock my weary world,
Make me a gentle voice to soothe her when she weeps,
Make my arms strong enough to hold her when she wakes,
And make me a lullaby so sweet and fine
That I can sing my weary world to sleep.
I wish that I could smooth away her jagged scars of hatred
(Sleep, my weary world.)
And though my hands may bleed and burn,
Ill hold my broken world to me
Until her ugly scars have healed
And peace may reign again.
(Chorus)
And if her fighting will not stop, then Ill hold her that much closer
And sing my lullaby above the noise and pain of war.
And if her bleeding I cant staunch, Ill bleed along beside her,
But I will not let her go, no, Ill never let her go.
And when the stars have all burned out, Ill sing to her in darkness
(Sleep, my weary world.)
And pray a tender God may find me
Huddled in the dark and cold,
And grant the precious world I shelter
One more chance to live.
May God grant my precious world
Another chance to love.
(Chorus)")
![Leslie Fish - Rhododendron Honey [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/erkZP4Ii4fQ/mqdefault.jpg "Leslie Fish - Rhododendron Honey [HQ]
Firestorm track 18. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
Download the album here: https://archive.org/details/filk_firestorm
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Lyrics:
What do we do for our freedom, oh, what do we do for our corn?
For Big Boss Jones and his bully boys came here last Sunday morn
He marched them into the village square and grabbed everybody in sight
And made a big speech about how hed come to set this country right
He said that hed come to save us all from living in anarchy
Hed give us a government and laws again, the way it used to be
He swore hed make this country great like it was before the war
And all that he wanted was half our crops like taxes were before
When he was finished, he took his boys and went to the meeting hall
They chased out everybody left inside and moved in, one and all
So we strolled over to the teachers house and held town meeting there
To talk about what we were gonna do, just how and when and where
Early next morning the old folks come, all smiling to beat the band
They told Boss Jones they were glad hes here, and theyre proud to shake his hand
They fawned on him and his bully boys and they flattered em left an right
And promised a big feast in their honor in the meeting hall that night
That evening everyone in town showed up, all bringing food and beer
Boss Jones, he sat at the head of the table, and all his boys sat near
Oh, they ate and drank and they bragged no end about what they were gonna do,
While they scarfed up rhododendron honey and amanita stew
Now, wed been careful of what we ate, so we didnt take no harm
But the Boss and his bully boys all keeled over while the coffee still was warm
We dragged em out to the old mine shaft that was dug before the war
And dropped em down there with all the others whod tried that trick before
Yes, we remember the world that was and the way that it used to be
And wed just rather be left alone; were used to being free
Dont want no more of laws or bosses, dont want no government here
I hope they dont come again too soon...theyve tried three times this year")
![Leslie Fish & the Dehorn Crew - Its Sister Jennys Turn to Throw the Bomb [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/f4WQE_SbZJc/mqdefault.jpg "Leslie Fish & the Dehorn Crew - Its Sister Jennys Turn to Throw the Bomb [HQ]
Its Sister Jennys Turn to Throw the Bomb track 01. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
Download the album here: https://archive.org/details/filk_its_sister_jennys_turn_to_throw_the_bomb
Find more of Leslie Fishs music at: https://lesliefish.bandcamp.com/
Lyrics:
In an anarchistic garret, so dingy and so mean
Smell the pungent odor of nitroglycerine!
From the piles of pipe and powder and pamphlets to the sky
Midst the dust and dirty laundry you can hear this mournful cry:
Chorus:
“Oh, its Sister Jennys turn to throw the bomb;
God knows whats become of Brother Tom.
Mamas aim is bad and the cops they all know Dad,
So its Sister Jennys turn to throw the bomb.”
There are knives and guns and daggers scattered on the front-room floor;
Look behind the sofa; youll find two dozen more.
But Cousin Macs in prison and Grandpa is long dead
And Uncle Jim has left us to become a Frisco Red.
(Chorus)
In the hall youll find the baby, teething on some dynamite
Try and get it from her and youll find youre in a fight!
But shes too young to do it and Mamas baking bread,
And Uncle Jake is tripping and hes flipping out his head.
(Chorus)
Theres a sabo-tabby kitten, sitting, purring by the door,
And lying in the bed theres a smiling saboteur.
But a cats no good at bombing, and none of us is sure
That that smiling, sleeping freak is not a pig provocateur.
(Chorus)")
![Technical Difficulties - Few Days [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/fYbT2-U4vg8/mqdefault.jpg "Technical Difficulties - Few Days [HQ]
Please Stand By track 10. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
Download the album here: https://archive.org/details/filk_please_stand_by/
Lyrics:
I can’t stay in these diggings long
Few days, few days
I can’t stay in these diggings long
And I am going home
I’ll peg my ship on this campground
Few days, few days
To give my demons one more round
And I am going home
How little did my mother dream
Few days, few days
That I would sail on time’s long stream
And I am going home
The world I knew is ages gone
Few days, few days
But I must keep on keeping on
And I am going home
All others to their loves they cling
Few days, few days
While I must wander, learn, and sing
And I am going home
My sky is bound by spinning stars
Few days, few days
The cruelest prison has no bars
And I am going home
I can’t stay in these diggings long
Few days, few days
I can’t stay in these diggings long
And I am going home
And I am going home")
![Jordin Kare - Key Minors [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/fs5D1nfZn8s/mqdefault.jpg "Jordin Kare - Key Minors [HQ]
Parody Violation track 20. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics (TTTO Moon Miners, Diana Gallagher):
Fannish twilight, cons last day
Panels linger on as authors slowly fade
Banquets eaten and costumes gone
But to hell with parties, now the filk is on!
A filker wakens fully in his hired cubicle
He rubs his eyes and boggles at the time
Another night of song, its a chance to sing along
And to mangle rhythm, scansion, and rhyme
And till 4 a.m. or noon, makes no difference whats the tune,
Just so long as its A minor, no high notes, and 4/4 time
The veteran filkers claim a fan can go insane
Seven Dorsai ballads and seven more to go
And midnight songs of ose can soon drive you comatose
And neos sing forever, and they siiiiing soooo veeeerrryyyy sllloooowwww
Then a hundred pairs of eyes light up as someone cries,
Westerfilk page (mumble), its a song that you all know!
Eighteen verses long, is there no end to this song?
We wonder, can a lyricist be burned?
Then a hundred fen and more join together on the chorus,
And with nausea your stomach starts to churn
But somehow we survive, our spirits kept alive
By the songs that weve just written and a dream of Its my turn!
Fannish sunrise, filk is doomed
Bleary fans crawl slowly to their rooms
Muzaks blare beckons from the coffee shop
But its so very long until the filk goes round again
Its so very long until the filk goes round again
Its so very long until another con")
![Bill Sutton - Nine-to-Five Barbarian [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/g1MwkVwOL1Y/mqdefault.jpg "Bill Sutton - Nine-to-Five Barbarian [HQ]
Past Due track 07. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
Every morning the alarm goes off and knocks me out of bed
I rush to catch the bus to get to work and bash some heads
My boss is screaming murder as I punch the clock at nine
I grab my blade and armor and start hacking up the line
Chorus:
Im a nine-to-five barbarian!
Dont have to do no paperwork, Im happy as a clam
Not a farmer or librarian!
Im a killer with a vengeance and a profit-sharing plan
Theres a coffee break at ten oclock, another one at three
An hour off for lunch and for the doc to look at me
A stop to sharpen up my knife and brush the guts away
Then back into the fight to earn my dollar for the day
(Chorus)
At 5 the whistle blows and I go home to hearth and wife
I have a drink and contemplate the meaning of my life
The stresses of my budget can no longer be denied
Im going to have to start assassinations on the side
(Chorus)")
![Frank Hayes - Post Mortem [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/gDrG_I9XF2U/mqdefault.jpg "Frank Hayes - Post Mortem [HQ]
Dont Ask track 13. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
Eban Post was pale as a ghost, but his eyes were black and cold
Hed done with pity and hed done with love, for Eban Post was old
Two hundred years hed milked mens fears then picked them to the bone
Saying, “Death is dark and Hell is deep and the devil takes care of his own.
Death is dark and Hell is deep and the devil takes care of his own.”
The three men on the mountain cried, We vow to see you dead.
But Eban Post would only laugh. He cackled and he said,
“Two hundred men have sworn my end, yet here I stand alone!
For death is dark and Hell is deep and the devil takes care of his own.
Death is dark and Hell is deep and the devil takes care of his own.”
Then out of the sky came a deathly cry and a shadow rushing down
And it smashed the men and it plucked old Eban Post from off the ground
And he jeered with glee at the dying three and he answered every moan,
“Death is dark and Hell is deep and the devil takes care of his own.
Death is dark and Hell is deep and the devil takes care of his own.”
Old Eban Post cackled at the wrecks of the men below
And he laughed again, but he stopped, for then he felt the bird let go
And he gave a cry, but the bird let fly and dashed him to the stone,
For death is dark and Hell is deep and the devil takes care of his own.
Death is dark and Hell is deep and the devil takes care of his own,
And the devil will claim his own.")
![Jordin Kare - Bug-Eyed Monster [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/gTbQoh4pobw/mqdefault.jpg "Jordin Kare - Bug-Eyed Monster [HQ]
Parody Violation track 5. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics (TTTO Big Spender):
The minute you oozed under the door,
I knew you had to be a thing beyond description, a bug-eyed monster
Six-legged, so refined,
Your ESP will tell you just whats there in my mind
So let me get right to the point
I dont fall for every tentacle I see
Hey there, bug-eyes
Howd you like to make a skiffy [sci-fi] movie with me?")
