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Uploaded February 2021 | Updated September 2026, 1 hour ago
Please Stand By track 01. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
I wonder how my world can live with all the hate she harbors
(Sleep, my weary world.)
And I'm 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,
I'll 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 I'll hold her that much closer
And sing my lullaby above the noise and pain of war.
And if her bleeding I can't staunch, I'll bleed along beside her,
But I will not let her go, no, I'll never let her go.
And when the stars have all burned out, I'll 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)
Please Stand By track 01. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
Download the album here: archive.org/details/filk_please_stand_by
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Lyrics:
I wonder how my world can live with all the hate she harbors
(Sleep, my weary world.)
And I'm 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,
I'll 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 I'll hold her that much closer
And sing my lullaby above the noise and pain of war.
And if her bleeding I can't staunch, I'll bleed along beside her,
But I will not let her go, no, I'll never let her go.
And when the stars have all burned out, I'll 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)
![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.
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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.
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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.
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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?")
![Frank Hayes - Cheap Lawyer [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/g_cEbmtV0ks/mqdefault.jpg "Frank Hayes - Cheap Lawyer [HQ]
Dont Ask track 14. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
Broke I grew in my first year at law school
Broker still in my second year grew
By the time I had earned my diploma
Id be in debt till 2032
Applied for a job with a big, prestigious law firm
Mene Tekel Upharsin McGee
But theyd give not a cent for my labor
If I cant be respectable, then shyster I shall be!
Chorus:
I am the cheap lawyer!
Mine, contingency fee!
I, the ambulance chaser!
Murray Porath, P.S.C.
Ask a housewife how much two and two is
Without hesitation shell tell you its four
Ask an accountant, and hell say, “Im fairly certain,
But let me run through those figures once more.”
Ask a doctor, and hell think about malpractice
And tell you that hes fairly sure at the very least its three
But ask a lawyer, and hell lock the doors and draw the curtains
And whisper to you, “How much do you want it to be?”
(Chorus)")
![Julia Ecklar - A Walk Through the Night Side [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/gbLIiQkW1z0/mqdefault.jpg "Julia Ecklar - A Walk Through the Night Side [HQ]
Horse-Tamers Daughter track 04. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
Empty street of beads of light,
None spell safety in my sight.
Lend me a knife, lend me a life,
So I can make it home tonight.
(Chorus)
Walk through the night side
Walk like a beast
Stalk like a caveman
Starved rock-bottom changes least
Stalking down the silent stone:
Distance, keep me safe alone,
With a ready grip on a cast-iron strip
Sure as a club of bison bone.
(Chorus)
City jungle: yes, its true,
Thats what cops and robbers do.
Try to get free, thats how to be,
Strong enough to walk it through.
(Chorus)
So come on, junkie, rapist, crook,
Stop and take another look.
Im still alive and mean to survive,
Its all down in Darwins book.
(Chorus)")
![Frank Hayes & Jordin Kare - Little Fuzzy Animals / Little Fuzzy Characters [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/hMxonZgm-1k/mqdefault.jpg "Frank Hayes & Jordin Kare - Little Fuzzy Animals / Little Fuzzy Characters [HQ]
Dont Ask tracks 08/09. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
When you land on Baileys 7, you may not like what you see—
There are monsters back of every rock and up in every tree
There are demon flies up in the skies and manticores beneath
And theres little fuzzy animals with big sharp teeth!
There are little fuzzy animals,
Little furry animals,
Little fuzzy animals with big sharp teeth!
Now, not all of the monsters there should fill you full of dread
For the demon flies speak English and they love to scout ahead
And the manticores will pull you through the swamp and through the mud
But, the little fuzzy animals will drink your blood!
Yes, the little fuzzy animals,
Little furry animals,
Little fuzzy animals will drink your blood!
When nightfall comes to Baileys, with the darkness growing deep
The music of the jungle night will lull you into sleep
Its so restful and so peaceful that youll never feel the pain
Of the little fuzzy telepaths that eat your brain!
Yes, the little fuzzy telepaths,
Little furry telepaths,
Little fuzzy telepaths that eat your brain!
So, when you go to Baileys now, youll know what lies in store
There are hordes of friendly fiends and gentle monsters there galore
But, with all the cute and furry ones, you know what you must do
Get those little fuzzy buggers before they get you!
Get those little fuzzy buggers,
Get those little furry buggers,
Get those little fuzzy buggers before they get you!
When you sit down at Franks typer, why, you may like what you see.
The screen scrolls up so smoothly as you tap upon the keys.
But when you get a printout, you will fly into a rage
At those little fuzzy characters upon your page.
Those little fuzzy characters,
Little blurry characters,
Little fuzzy characters upon your page.
Ah, but if its Frank thats typing, and youre reading what hes writ,
And the meaning is unclear to you, with words that do not fit,
It isnt that youre foolish, and it isnt that youre dense,
Its those little fuzzy sentences that make no sense.
Those little fuzzy sentences,
Complex compound sentences,
Little fuzzy sentences that make no sense.
Yet if you keep on reading, and you find things coming clear,
And your brain is filled with wonders, with visions new and queer,
Then thats when you should worry, for hes driving you insane
With those little fuzzy paragraphs that rot your brain.
Those little fuzzy paragraphs,
Right-justified paragraphs,
Little fuzzy paragraphs that rot your brain.
So if you see Frank at his typer, it is best you run away
To save your sight and sanity. But if you have to stay
Then pluck the petals from his daisy wheels...coat his disks with superglue...
Get those little fuzzy characters before they get you!")
