Ooh, this one took some doing. There are a few minor scan problems, but then, there's always at least one or two lines that just won't go. The Beer Garden strips remain my favorite story arc, and I just needed to do a Filk regarding them. So, uh, here it is:

B33rstock
A Filk of CSN&Y's Woodstock
by Marak

Well I came upon Kimiko-san, she was having a chat with Piro
And I asked them both if they had yet eaten, "No," they told me
Well, I'm going to the Beer Garden, Piro and his friend can come its my treat
Let's go get ourselves a seat, this time it's on me

We are strangers, we are drunken, angst and booze and lies are flowin'
And that's how we found ourselves in the Beer Garden

Well we walked astride our partners, we might lose them in the crowd
And Largo's shouting aloud, zombies, or something
And maybe its the beer I drank, yes, and maybe its just depression
But I'm just not having fun and Piro is rambling

We are strangers, we are drunken, angst and b33r and tales are flowin'
And that's how we found ourselves in the Beer Garden

We are strangers, we are drunken, angst and b33r and tales are flowin'
And that's how we found ourselves in the Beer Garden

By the time we had our third beer, Kimiko was going strong
with Piro-san strung along and quite embarassed
And I thought I saw that stupid rail card being shoved back in his face
Piro started mum'bling into his beer glass

We are strangers, we are drunken, Kimiko just explodin'
And that's how we found ourselves in the Beer Garden

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Woodstock
Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young

Well, I came upon a child of God, he was walking along the road
And I asked him, "Tell me, where are you going?" - this he told me:
Said, "I'm going down to Yasgur's farm, going to join in a rock and roll band
Got to get back to the land and set my soul free."

We are stardust, we are golden, we are a billion years of carbon,
And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden

Well then, can I walk beside you? I have come to lose the smog
And I feel myself a cog in something turning
And maybe it's the time of year, yes, and maybe it's the time of man
And I don't know who I am but life is for learnin'

We are stardust, we are golden, we are a billion years of carbon,
And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden

We are stardust, we are golden, we are a billion years of carbon,
And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden

By the time we got to Woodstock, we were half a million strong
And everywhere was a song and a celebration
And I dreamed I saw the bomber jet planes riding shotgun in the sky
Turning into butterflies above our nation

We are stardust, we are golden, we are a billion years of carbon,
And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden...


OK. Well. It didn't turn out quite as well as I had hoped, but some of them there lyrics just didn't want to cooperate. Ah well, I hope you enjoy it anyway.
Oh yeah, before I forget, I must apologize to Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young for mangling their song

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