So here I am at my 500th post. I guess it's time I filked again. But I'm busy doing necessary writing and haven't really been inspired in awhile. What to do. Wait, look at this! At the bottom of this pile of papers on my desk . . . it's an unfinished filk! (with a printout date almost 3 full years ago! :unsure: ) So, even though events have moved WAY beyond the way I started this filk, it's easier to end this than to start anew. Besides, there's SOME good work in here worth inflict . . . er . . . sharing with the forum. I also thought I'd relieve Ocelot of having to supply all the filk, but I see I've been beat with a couple of other classic tunes from Ray Kremer and Haldane, so I can't even claim to be filling the old-guy niche. Ah well.

Set your way-back machines to the beginning of the beer garden episode and get mellow:

Dude, Fear the Zombies (Don't Fear the Reaper)

Zombie hordes have come
here but now they're gone.
You need to fear the zombies,
because they want to eat all our brains! (don't let them get to your head)
Come on, Piro (Dude, F34R the zombies!)
I can get you guns (Dude, F33R the zombies!)
Dom and I will fight them (Dude, PH33R the zombies!)
We'll be fragging them . . .

Dom and Ed are here,
Nooo-thing do they fear.
Dom and Ed are in Japan,
they arrived toting all their gear (Dom and Ed are well equipped)
40,000 zombies coming on Tuesday (Dom and Ed can hook us up)
40,000 zombies coming on Tuesday (want to eat all our brainz)
Another 40,000 could be on their way (we should camp the sewers)
Come on, Piro (here, hold this duct tape)
Piro take this gun (another PH34R-BOT done)
Dom and Ed will help us (bot-camp the sewers)
Piro, that's my plan . . .

Ed was just upstairs
Now, he's in the air.
Hit the gas storage tank farm,
then the ord'nance in his bag went off
and the rift was opened and zombies appeared
Dom's Sega Black Ops van was there
He opened the doors and got some gear (saying, "take what you want")
Come on Piro (but he had no bows)
then we looked for Ed (but he was all crispy)
I spotted a med-pack and ammo-up (undead rangers camped the spot)
We were out of ammo (so I took out my cool thing)
"Come forth, FEER-BOTS!" (clear out the zombies)

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I have my doubts about the accuracy of these lyrics ("Valentine is done" doesn't make much sense to me) but I don't have a copy of the song to listen to in order to check them. Still, here's what I was working off of:

Don't Fear the Reaper
by Blue Oyster Cult [put your own umlauts in with marker directly on your screen!]

All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain (we can be like they are)
Come on baby (don't fear the reaper)
Baby take my hand (don't fear the reaper)
We'll be able to fly (don't fear the reaper)
Baby I'm your man . . .

Valentine is done
Here but now they're gone
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity (Romeo and Juliet)
40,000 men and women everyday (like Romeo and Juliet)
40,000 men and women everyday (redefine happiness)
Another 40,000 coming everyday (we can be like they are)
Come on baby (don't fear the reaper)
Baby take my hand (don't fear the reaper)
We'll be able to fly (don't fear the reaper)
Baby I'm your man . . .

Love of two is one
Here but now they're gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn't go on
Then the door was opened and the wind appeared
The candles blew then disappeared
The curtains flew and he appeared (saying,"don't be afraid")
Come on baby (and she had no fear)
And she ran to him (and they started to fly)
They looked backward and said good-bye (she had become like they are)
She had taken his hand (she had become like they are)
Come on baby (don't fear the reaper)

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I kept coming back to it thinking I could do better, but I needed something and decided that this was probably as good as it was going to get. Ah well, I hope some of you other fogies out there find this enjoyable!

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