Hopeless Words by Frank Hayes TTTO Hope Eyrie by Leslie FishFilksings run till the rising sun, With songs progressively worse-- Rhyme and scansion that scarcely pass Remind us that our ass is grass As we start another verse. At two o'clock there's a knock knock knock-- And they say, "This room must close--" So we all get up and we go somewhere, And heaven help the people there Who're near the place we chose. (Chorus:) For the filkers have landed Right outside your door-- They won't drive us down the hall anymore. Cycles turn while tempers burn, And people and voices fade-- The notes all crack when we sing too high, And hotel staff go passing by And cringe at the mess we've made. (Chorus) We know well what the mundanes yell: "Shut up or we're calling the cops!" So we smile and nod till the mundane's gone Then we sing "12 Years at Worldcon," Pulling out all of the stops. (Chorus) From all who tried out of filkish pride, A salute to the brave mundane, Who'd never been to a sing before, But when he heard us at his door Sang till the morning came. (Chorus) Yes, the filkers have landed-- Tell the con-com when-- They won't throw us out at two again!