Category Archives: Firefly

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.”

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Filk: Battle of Serenity

Battle of Serenity
ttto Foggy Dew (traditional)

As down the slope one bloody night
in a battle fierce rode I
There armed lines
of fighting men
in uniforms passed me by

No help would come
not even some
and we knew we could not flee
And the Alliance bell
Brought us into hell
at the battle of Serenity

Right proudly in our coats of brown
We’d hung out the flag of war
‘Twas better to die
freely in the sky
than as chattel or Alliance whores.

And in great pain
Falling blood like rain
We fought to gain the valley
While the Allied ones
with their blazing guns
shot us down at Serenity

Twas Alliance bade our free wills go
that an empire could be born
Not a one could abide
Tyranny so wide
Still surrendered that dreadful morn

Oh, had I died
by my sargeant’s side
Where I’m now I’d never be
Their names I will keep
Where my comrades sleep
in the valley of Serenity

But the brave who fell
Their tales we tell
As though our fallen were here
The browncoats who died
Still lay far and wide
In my memory these long, long years

And the worlds did gaze
in a wounded haze
at their kin they could no longer see
They had gone to fight
to keep freedom’s light
Alive down in Serenity

In my thoughts I return
To where Hera burned
my heart with grief is sore
For we parted back then
With valiant men
And women who we won’t see more

But to and fro
in our ship we go
and here in the black we’re free!
The war is done
And though we never won
We found our Serenity

Filk: Mal’s Opportuneers

Ttto “Barrett’s Privateers”, by Stan Rogers

It’s a year before twenty five eighteen,
(And we’ve gotta get to Whitefall now!)
A bundle of marked bars of protein
We’ve salvaged and loaded on Serenity
Let’s go, dong-ma?
I was told we’d lose our pay and the Alliance might
impound our ship, or so I fear!
Now I have spoken, and we’re gonna get clear
And fast, for we’re opportuneers!

(I was trying to work out something with crocheteers, but it morphed.)

(This spawned off an email on the filk list I’m on.)