The Hunter's Troubles
by Eli Young (Elyscape)
Apologies to Pink Floyd

Through the twisted lens of bishie eyes
I can hardly complete the mission they assigned this time
And now when I do find where the 'bot hides
I cannot destroy with my new bigass toy due to time

Maybe I'll kill the girl who made me need to change
Or capture her and take her in and get a sweet raise
But it's much harder when someone mob trains fangirls
Run fast from the target, I still need my limbs
But I must try to best all my competitors

Friend of mine got stuck inside a foreign nation
Out of cash he had to borrow green
It seems the robot's staying with my college friend
Will he mind my intrusion?
Or will he be pissed off at me?

And if I don't get there in time,
Will I be fired and die?
And if I keep the android with me
And use for my web site
What could they see?
Would Sony figure out what I had done?
Could I stay where I now call home or need to run?
Maybe I'll find my rival
Or maybe nothing will change
Maybe we could sell it
To augment our crap wage

I could get some help from my friend Largo
Or I could ask that asshole, Dom
Maybe I should just change myself past all recognition
And start a new life
'Course then I wouldn't get to blow lots of stuff up

The Final Cut
by Pink Floyd

Through the fish eyed lens of tear stained eyes
I can barely define the shape of this moment in time
And far from flying high in clear blue skies
I'm spiralling down to the hole in the ground where I hide

If you negotiate the minefield in the drive
And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
And if you make it past the shotgun in the hall
Dial the combination, open the priesthole
And if I'm in, I'll tell you what's behind the wall

There's a kid who had a big hallucination
Making love to girls in magazines
He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith
Could anybody love him?
Or is it just a crazy dream?

And if I show you my dark side,
Will you still hold me tonight?
And if I open my heart to you
And show you my weak side
What would you do?
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
Would you take the children away and leave me alone?
And smile in reassurance
As you whisper down the phone
Would you send me packing?
Or would you take me home?

Thought I ought to bare my naked feelings
Thought I ought to tear the curtain down
I held the blade in trembling hands, prepared to make it, but
Just then the phone rang
I never had the nerve to make the final cut

[!filk] Ed filk. He and Dom see almost no creative works, save the SGD ripoffs that appear randomly. Maybe I'll filk something for Dom soon.
Two things to note about the original lyrics:
1) "And if I'm in, I'll tell you what's behind the wall" is cut about halfway through by a gunshot. This remains in the filk.
2) In the line that reads, "Would you take the children away and leave me alone?", the word "alone" is shoved into one syllable that sounds like "lone". In the filk, there's only one syllable here.
Looking over this, methinks it doesn't suit Ed too well. Whatever. I'll do something really upbeat in one of my next filks. [/!filk]

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