Types: Filk, Largo, Humor
L33t Computers.
as sung by Largo 'L33t' Usagi.

I know there is a fanboy horde
That's stalking you on their message board.
But you don't care about those websites, do you?
They're taking pictures as you walk,
They're keep tabs on all your socks.
The zombie mob all using l33t computers...

L33t computers, l33t computers.
L33t computers, l33t computers.

I know you're tough; I need no proof.
I saw you at the Tecmo booth.
Your hotness and your strength's a credit to you.
You hit me with your icy stare,
You broke my arm, but I don't care:
You're gonna have to use a l33t computer...

L33t computers, l33t computers.
L33t computers, l33t computers.

You're mad that I don't use your name
You think my l33t sp33k's kinda lame
Well that's just me, and really, what's it to you?
There's honest truth in every word
I've said to you. It's not absurd
That I insist you have a l33t computer...

L33t computers, l33t computers.
L33t computers, l33t computers.

I'll do my best to let you fight
The way you want. You have that right.
I don't want to make you mad, or overrule you.
And though at times it seems I'm wrong
You cannot yield to that throng!
You'll battle them with your own l33t computer...

L33t computers, l33t computers.
L33t computers, l33t computers.
L33t computers, l33t computers.
L33t computers, l33t computers...
etc.
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Hallelujah.
words & music by Leonard Cohen.

Now I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord.
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this: the fourth, the fifth.
The minor fall, the major lift.
The baffled king, composing 'Hallelujah...'

Hallelujah, hallelujah.
Hallelujah, hallelujah.

Your faith was strong, but you needed proof.
You saw her bathing on the roof.
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you.
She tied you to a kitchen chair.
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair.
And from your lips, she drew the 'Hallelujah...'

Hallelujah, hallelujah.
Hallelujah, hallelujah.

You say I took the name in vain.
I don't even know the name.
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light in every word.
It doesn't matter which you heard:
The holy, or the broken 'Hallelujah...'

Hallelujah, hallelujah.
Hallelujah, hallelujah.

I did my best; it wasn't much.
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch.
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you.
And even though it all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but 'Hallelujah...'

Hallelujah, hallelujah.
Hallelujah, hallelujah.
Hallelujah, hallelujah.
Hallelujah, hallelujah...
etc.

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