Category Archives: Filk

Nation Called Panem

by Shawna Jacques
written about Hunger Games (by Suzanne Collins),
ttto “City of Marrow” by S.J. Tucker,

which is written for a book called Orphan’s Tales: In the Cities of Coin and Spice,
by Catherynne M. Valente

Lyrics updated 03-06-2016

If you are not familiar with this book, it is a beautiful pair of books of stories within stories within stories. The story the original song is about is about a city that has fallen to ruin due to a monster comprised mostly of teeth and hunger. The city, which used to mint coins from metal, now mints coins from the bones of dead children, and they make other children work the machines. A boy and a girl stick in that wretched workforce decide to take matters into their own hands, and the boy literally feeds his own arm into the machine so they have coins for their escape. Then I read The Hunger Games, and this practically wrote itself.

(oooo intro)

You’d never know that Panem was
a different place, up until the war
her city’s heart lost its way
so long, so long
gone is the country, the people, the land
now hunger is all that’s in store
above and below she has rotted away,
so long, so long

the districts had called
for Capitol fall,
but now no more than twelve you will find
broken shattered walls
no one there at all
gone to ashes and wasteland and lost time

bakers’ sons and coal miners’ daughters
must take their own lives to hand
I have been through the games of hunger,
and I have come out again.

(so) Fear for the lives they’re wasting
their Reaper may come for you
there’s only one victor, so try to win
they’re counting on you to pull through
or the Hunger Games may take them, too.

(ohhh, oh, I volunteer
ohhh, oh, I volunteer)

Truly, we’ve lost our great nation
that hunger has all but devoured
I look to my mother but I’m all alone
no one looks after the kids now

(ohhh, oh, I volunteer
ohhh, oh, I volunteer)

There can be no hope for our nation
while President Snow is in power
The odds aren’t in favor
Of me or of you

there’s only the Games now,
there’s only the blame now…

Fear for the lives they’re wasting
their Reaper may come for you
there’s only one victor, so try to win
they’re counting on you to pull through, oh…

Fear for the lives they’re wasting
their Reaper may come for you
there’s only one victor, so try to win
they’re counting on you to pull through
or the Hunger Games may take them, too.

bakers’ sons and coal miners’ daughters
must take their own lives to hand
fear now the Games of Hunger
you may not come out again.
I have been through the Games of Hunger
and I have come out again.

Fear for the lives they’re wasting
their Reaper may come for you
there’s only one victor, so try to win
they’re counting on you to pull through
the Hunger Games must someday end, too.

(mockingjay whistle tune)

Filk: Filk Halls of Harmony

Filk Halls of Harmony

Words: Based on those written by Al Frank
Music: “Farewell tae th’ Creeks” by Hamish Henderson

Written while at the Columbus Airport after OVFF 2012

The Toastmaster’s saddened. The con’s gone away.
There’s no Dead Dog whiskey to be had today.
The skies up above us are clouded and grey
And all of the filkers are leavin’.

And it’s trudge, trudge, out to the landing,
And set down your packs while the lift’s on its way.
And it’s fare ye well ye filk halls of harmony.
All the poor filkers are leaving.

This contract’s fulfilled but next year’s has been made.
The hotel has told us our time’s overstayed.
Goodbyes if you haven’t said them all today.
When our carpools arrive, we’ll be leavin’.

And it’s trudge, trudge, out to the breezeway,
And Tetris your packs in the most fitting way.
And it’s fare ye well ye filk halls of harmony.
All the poor filkers are leaving.

No plane’s movin’ eastward, it’s covered in storm.
So only the ones who’re bound elsewhere go home,
Don’t sweat when your flight is, can’t leave still it’s done,
It still rains on the day that we’re leavin’.

And it’s trudge, trudge, out to the airport,
And check all your packs, make sure they’re squared away.
And it’s fare ye well ye filk halls of harmony.
Most of the filkers are leaving.

Some filk for the singing, some filkers just play.
But we are all filkers and filking’s our way.
It’s a hard thing to leave, but employment means pay
And like all of your filk friends, you’re leavin’.

So it’s phones out, check on the landin’
The flight has come in, walk aboard, come away.
And it’s fare ye well ye filk halls of Harmony,
For all the tired filkers are leavin’.

Filk: The Nation Called Panem

Updated lyrics here.

 

Outdated lyrics below:

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Filk: There’s A Breach In The Warp Core

This began as a filk that popped into my head whilst showering this morning. I mentioned it to  Marcos Duran, and this is what we came up with collaboratively.

There’s a breach in the warpcore,
oh Captain, my captain!
There’s a breach in the warpcore,
dear Captain, a breach!

So patch it, dear Geordi,
dear Geordi, dear Geordi!
So patch it, dear Geordi,
dear Geordi, patch it!

With what shall I patch it,
oh Captain, my captain?
With what shall I patch it,
dear Captain, patch it?

With a force field, dear Geordi,
dear Geordi, dear Geordi!
With a force field, dear Geordi,
dear Geordi, with force!

The force field’s not working,
oh Captain, my captain!
The force field’s not working,
dear Captain, it broke!

Dilithium matrix,
dear Geordi, dear Geordi!
dilithium matrix,
just realign it!

It’ll take me six hours,
oh Captain, my Captain!
It’ll take me six hours,
and I can’t rush it!

Then eject it, dear Geordi,
dear Geordi, dear Geordi!
Then eject it, dear Geordi,
eject the core now!

But the Borg ship is firing,
oh Captain, my captain!
But the Borg ship is firing,
dear Captain, the Borg!

Resistance is futile,
dear Geordi, dear Geordi!
Resistance is futile,
for we are the Borg!

Locutis is Captain,
dear ship crew, dear ship crew,
Locutis is Captain
and we are all doomed.

We are the Borg. Lower your shields and surrender your ships. We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. Your culture will adapt to service us. Resistance is futile. 

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Lyrics/Poem: Macroreptilian Is An Awesome Word!

(originally posted in my Livejournal on 04/17/2008)

Paperwork is smashing my Tokyo in a macroreptilian fashion.

Thursday morning and I hit the ground running
Hit it so fast it didn’t see me coming
Climbing the wall
Trying not to fall
But to finish I will have to be cunning!

Today’s list is over-large and reptilian
My tasks number well over seventy million
Godzilla is smaller
Than my to-do tower
So perhaps I should call Nathan Fillion.

Mal Reynolds could possibly help me, I think
Bring me back from the black and away from the brink
And if help’s not the thing
I will crazily sing
As I’m hauled away by whitecoats to the shrink.

“So take my desk, take my phone
Tell me that I’m all alone.
I don’t care, I still see
You won’t take my list from me
Take me out or I will crack
And you won’t want me comin’ back
Burn my papers, boil my tea
You won’t take my list from me
And it will eat my sanity.”

Filk: Rudolph the Rednosed Reindeer

Rudolph the Rednosed Reindeer
Had a very shiny nose
And when the cultists saw it
They could really see it glow

All of the other reindeer
Were not very nice, it’s true
And so they let poor Rudolph
Be sacrificed to Cthulu.

On one foggy Solstice eve,
That Old One awoke
Rudolph, with his nose so red
A tasty snack, and now quite dead.

Ph’nglui mglw’nafh (fin gluey ma glow nafuh)
Cthulhu R’lyeh (Cthulu ri-ll-yuh)
wgah’nagl fhtagn (wog nachgul fuh-ta-chen)
Snack was eaten, back to bed!

(Pronunciation of Cthulu-related words found here.)
(This is Tonja’s fault.)

Poem: One King

(Written on 02-16-2003, by me, posted in a now-private LJ entry. Poem based on One Ring poem by J.R.R. Tolkien.)

Three times did Simon Peter the Lord deny,
Seven days God took to create His own,
Nine feet was less than Goliath was high,
One God through His Son His great love has shown,
Through Calvary where Jesus died.

One King to rule them all,
One God to find them,
One Lord to bring them all
And in His mercy bind them
Through Calvary where Jesus died.

Filk: No Phone Lasts… ttto “Into the West” by Annie Lennox

Written at Conflikt 5 and first performed in the Smoked Salmon filk around 9pm on January 29, 2012.

Lay down
your beat and weary set.
Sound is failing,
it has come to journey’s end.
Seek new,
think not of ones that came before.
I am calling
across from the grocery store.

Why do you keep
that crappy phone you must replace?
Soon you will see
all of your fears will pass away;
smartphones won’t harm.
It’s only beeping…

What do you see
in that Verizon?
Why does it drop your calls?
Just cross the street,
your signal rises.
The shipment’s come,
they have your new phone,
and calls will turn
to clear as glass.
A light in the corner,
no phone lasts…

Screen fades,
goes blank and dark as night.
GPS failing,
out of memory and time.
Don’t say “I will get there in the end.”
Your friends are calling
so you and they can meet again.

And you’ll be here, where it’s warm,
not seeking…

What do you see
in that Verizon?
Why does it drop your calls?
Just cross the street,
your signal rises.
The shipment’s come,
they have your new phone,
and calls will turn
to clear as glass.
A light in the corner…
Get here fast!
Droids are the best.

Poem: Monday Morning

Written on 01-30-2012

It’s Thursday afternoon, I am leaving work,
I busily make my lists
I’m writing down all I need to pack
Because soon I’ll be going to the
filk con!

It’s Friday evening, I’m at the hotel,
Convention’s about to start
I’m hugging those that I’ve been missing
And then I find my fav’rite seat in

the ballroom at the filk con!

It’s Saturday late afternoon, I’m at Interfilk
I’ve come armed with a budget
I’m not resisting the wenches’ charms
Easy to persuade while seated in

the chair in the ballroom at the filk con.

It’s Sunday after dinner, I’m at the Dead Dog
Convention’s nearly over
I’d pour my heart out but my heart’s here
Somewhere that I belong, singing in

the circle with the chair in the ballroom at the filk con.

It’s Monday morning and I’m at work,
I blearily blink and yawn
Searching for the wrong set of faces,
I’m at the office, yet I’m still in

with my friends in the circle with the chair in the ballroom at the filk con.

And I promise I’ll be back next year.