[!filk] With all these Steely Dan filks around, since I'm not very familiar with this group, it reminded me rather of the Dire Straits. I'm not sure exactly why. I don't think we've had a Dire Straits filk yet, have we? Well, here we go.[/!filk]
Bringers of l33t
With appologies to the Dire Straits
You get a bullet in the back.
You were just waiting in the back, but meantime,
South of this chamber they stopped and they never blinked,
A band of avid players with their shotguns.
You feel alright when you respawn back.
Well, now you step outside, but you don't see too many faces.
Until from the door to the left you hear a shot, then get ground.
Competition – in other places. But here it's only for the game.
I7's nice 2CU here, gl4d to have you. (Now go d0wn)
Check out Piroko, she knows all the moves,
But she's strictly "Tease'em." She doesn't want make these fancy shots.
And an enforcer is all that she carries with
When she gets up onto the ramp to do her thing.
And Largo doesn't mind if he doesn't frag that chick,
He's got a triple figure count, he's doing alright.
He can shoot a rocket gun like anything.
Saving it up for the tourney
With the bringers - With the bringers of l33t.
And a couple of young boys, they're Dom and Ed chasing each other,
Fully armed with their rifles and their sawing gear.
They don't give a damn about any lame role playing game:
It ain't what they come playing for.
And the bringers (yeah, of l33t) they're playing real.
And then the gang, they click up on the chat box,
And say at last, just as the time runs out,
"Good game, now it's time to go home."
Then they make it fast with one more thing:
"We are the bringers; we are the bringers of l33t."
Sultans of Swing
By the Dire Straits
You get a shiver in the dark
It's raining in the park but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing Dixie double four time
You feel alright when you hear that music ring
You step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Too much competition too many other places
But not too many horns can make that sound
Way on downsouth way on downsouth London town
You check out Guitar George he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
And an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job he's doing alright
He can play honky tonk just like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans with the Sultan of Swing
And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
And the Sultans played Creole
And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
'Good night now it's time to go home'
And he make it fast with one more thing
'We are the Sultans of Swing'