No Filker's Land - David Weingart

Well how do you do, filksingers, my friends Do mind if I sit down and join you again? I've been smoffing all day in the rooms at the con And my brain is shutdown and my voice nearly gone I can tell at a glance that the filk has been keen Singing loud as you can 'til your faces are green And I just want to know if the songs have been clean Or, filksingers all, were they sick and obscene? CHORUS: Did you sing the ose slowly, did you play guitars lowly? Did you each one take your turn as the circle went 'round? Did each one of you join in the chorus? While the neos cried "Please do not bore us!" And did you leave all semblance of harmony behind As the new songs and parodies swept through your mind And though you stay here without causing a scene Is the hotel security bursting a spleen? Or are you much stranger than they dare to say As the circle goes round and the night turns to day And the books full of lyrics induce you to stay And sing till the final refrain fades away CHORUS But the Muse smiling now on the lovers of filk That brought you together with those of your ilk To filter away what the mundanes allow No rock, no Madonna, no Garth Brooks here now For outside the filksing, it's no filker's land And the mundanes don't know how much more they can stand For we don't even care if the lyrics have scanned For a whole bunch of songs that were butchered and damned CHORUS And I can't help but wonder now, filksingers all Do the mundanes know why we are here in this hall Do you think they'd believe that we're here to have fun Do you think they could watch without drawing a gun? Well maybe it's so, they can tell we're all friends Singing ever more flat, taking turns now and then Or we'll sing "Banned From Argo" again and again And again and again and again and again! CHORUS