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Filk Up Your Voices Words by David Weingart © 1994 TTTO Drink Up the River by Kathy MarI was sitting at a filksing when this thought rang in my ear There are a hundred thousand filksongs that we never seem to hear They are the total sum of all I know, and all you know as well And there are times that I will sing them all (at least I'll try like hell) Some are ose and some are cheery, some are bound to cause you pain Some are the ultimate result of too much Tully on the brain But if you want to have a filksing until every song is done You've got to filk up your voices until they're gone You've got to filk up your voices, you've got to filk up your voices You've got to filk up your voices until they're gone You've got to filk up your voices, you've got to filk up your voices You've got to filk up your voices until they're gone And all thoughout fandom's history for times of peace and war An overwhelming wave of filkers sing of Darkover and Gor They did not ask for any budget, just a place where they could sing And how they croaked and howled and giggled as they had their little fling! But those songs are seldom sung now, and their lyrics put away And we've forgotten it's the old songs that have brought us here today O, our background is that flood, and we are bound to have some fun If we can filk up our voices until they're gone You've got to filk up your voices, you've got to filk up your voices You've got to filk up your voices until they're gone You've got to filk up your voices, you've got to filk up your voices You've got to filk up your voices until they're gone There are the songs about technology and songs of SCA And if we're just to list the titles it would take us half a day And for all the words to some of them, we'll need a lot of space But we can sing them until morning and we're falling on our face But we're tired of lugging lyrics and we're tired of some songs And so we scream "Horsetamer's Daughter" is a hundred times too long Readers Digest at a filksing...well the concept is all wrong We've got to filk up our voices until they're gone You've got to filk up your voices, you've got to filk up your voices You've got to filk up your voices until they're gone You've got to filk up your voices, you've got to filk up your voices You've got to filk up your voices until they're gone There are the filksongs of the undead who will not give up on life There are the songs of high adventure and the songs of pain and strife There are the filksongs of tomorrow, and the the songs of moon and sun And there's a filker here who has the words to ev'ry single one We can sing each single lyric, tho' it takes a day and night All the filksongs that you've written and the ones you've yet to write So sing out this final chorus as the night goes on and on We're going to filk up our voices until they're gone You've got to filk up your voices, you've got to filk up your voices You've got to filk up your voices until they're gone You've got to filk up your voices, you've got to filk up your voices You've got to filk up your voices until they're gone