[!filk] Inventing backstories for characters at the speed of light! [/!filk]

The Mouse's Report
by Eli Young (Elyscape)
Apologies to Pink Floyd

Falling down, through his soul
Memories that linger are taking their toll
And in this place between the gamer
And the world that is the dead lover
He had a dream
He had a dream

Goodbye Macs
Goodbye DOS
After the contest he walks away with merely one loss
And the ribbons catch his eye, but he always just says goodbye
He doesn't want the pain
The hurt from last time still remains
When the memories comes back and he weeps all the night
He just wonders why,
"Why did she have to die?"

A broken heart
A hit and run
This new girl's ribbons remind him of long-lost love
And he has the last one
That she ever could wear
Now she's gone, and it's hard for him to bear
What he sees as her zombified self living and not dead
He must be strong, but everything's felt wrong,
For far too long, so he hides behind his gamer/tech disguise
And nobody can see to his true self
And he barely remembers what he felt
He barely remembers what he felt

Night after night
Going round and round my brain
His dream is driving me insane
In the corner of some foreign land
My client sleeps tonight
What's gone is gone
I cannot just write off his hurt feelings
Help him, he's healing
Healing

The Gunners Dream
by Pink Floyd

Floating down through the clouds
Memories come rushing up to meet me now
But in the space between the heavens
And in the corner of some foreign field
I had a dream
I had a dream

Goodbye Max
Goodbye Ma
After the service when you're walking slowly to the car
And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air
You hear the tolling bell
And touch the silk in your lapel
As the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band
You take her frail hand
And hold on to the dream

A place to stay
Enough to eat
Somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street
Where you can speak out loud
About your doubts and fears
And what's more no-one ever disappears
You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door
You can relax on both sides of the tracks
And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control
And everyone has recourse to the law
And no-one kills the children anymore
No-one kills the children anymore

Night after night
Going round and round my brain
His dream is driving me insane
In the corner of some foreign field
The gunner sleeps tonight
What's done is done
We cannot just write off his final scene
Take heed of his dream
Take heed
Types: Filk, Community
-- [filk] --

Forumite:
Dear Seyo-kun~
The forums wait for you
There is a filk and we
Think you must read

Seyo:
Hmm I think I see, it seems that ely-chan
Has filked again, and it seems rather clear

Crowd:
Hosanna! Ely-chan!

Dark Seyo:
Read that scansion with some care
It seems a bit too slow
A trick of metaphorics
And his thread has hit top bar!

Forumites *jeer at Dark-Seyo*:
He is fabulous!
He is fabulous!

Crowd *with Ely on their shoulders*:
Ely-chan, filker-star
Do you believe you can filk it all?

Forumites:
He is fabulous, fabulous!
That man has done another gem
Pink Floyd we must applaud
An 80's revolution
Necromatic super-fly!
He is fabulous!

Crowd:
Ely-chan, filker-star

Forumites:
He is fabulous!
Look Seyo-kun~
His fan-hoards blot the sun
Quick Seyo-kun~
Go call the Forum mod

Seyo-kun:
No! Why? He has succeeded in filking our favorite song...

Dark Seyo:
What shall we do about Ely of Forum Fame?
Miracle writer, lyrics to boot

Forumites:
No praises, no modders, no fanpics, no parties

Seyo-kun:
One thing to say for him, Ely is cool

Dark Seyo:
We dare not leave him in front of a 'puter
With aged retro-disco he'll get out of control

Forumites:
But he has just written, his glamour increases
With every minute, he's soon to be pinned

Seyo-kun:
I~ see brand new horizons
A chain of great filking --
-- the mods wouldn't ban
I~ see revival, restruction
A genre's rebirth, because of one man
Filk's regeneration
Because of one man

Forumites:
What can we do to assist Elymania?
How can we help in this wonderful plan?
Where do we start with a filk that is better
Than Lloyd was when Lloyd did the rock opera scene?

Seyo-kun:
Fools! You have no perception!
The filk that we're filking
Is frighteningly old
We must filk it completely
So like Lloyd before him
This filking must rise
For the sake of the genre
This filking must rise
Must rise, must rise
This filking must rise!

*Seyo-kun and Forumites punt Dark-Seyo across the room, and out the door.
Seyo throws a 30 GP piece at Dark-Seyo, and slams the door*

----

Ok, good job Ely ^__^v

----

This Jesus must Die - Jesus Christ, Superstar
Apologies to Andrew Lloyd Weber

Priest
Good Caiaphas
The council waits for you
The Pharisees and priests
Are here for you

Caiaphas
Ah gentlemen, you know why we are here
With not much time, and quite a problem here

Crowd Outside
Hosanna! Superstar!

Annas
Listen to that howling mob
Of blockheads in the street
A trick or two with lepers
And the whole town's on its feet

All
He is dangerous! He is dangerous!

Crowd
Jesus Christ, Superstar
Tell us that you are who they say you are

Priests
He is dangerous, dangerous
That man is in town right now
To whip up some support
A rabble rousing mission
That I think we must abort
He is dangerous

Crowd
Jesus Christ, Superstar

Priests
He is dangerous
Look Caiaphas
They are right outside our yard
Quick Caiaphas
Go call the Roman guard

Caiaphas
No wait, we need a more permanent solution to our problem.

Annas
What shall we do about Jesus of Nazareth?
Miracle worker, pilgrim or fool

Priest
No riots, no Romans, no fighting, no slogans

Caiaphas
One thing to say for him, Jesus is cool

Annas
We dare not leave him to his own devices
His half-witted fans will get out of control

Priest
But how can we stop him, his glamour increases
With every minute, he's top of the pole

Caiaphas
I see bad things arising
The crowd crown him King
Which the Romans would ban
I see blood and destruction
Our elimination because of one man
Blood and destruction
Because of one man

Voices
What can we do about this Jesusmania?
How can we deal with the carpenter king?
Where do we start with a man who is bigger
Than John was when John did his baptism thing?

Caiaphas
Fools! You have no perception
The stakes we are gambling
Are frighteningly high
We must crush him completely
So like John before him
This Jesus must die
For the sake of the nation
This Jesus must die
Must die, must die
This Jesus must die

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