[!filk] One thing I tend to do with my filks is interweave the source material, in one way or another, into the filk. It adds flavor, IMHO. [/!filk]

Fools (Three Different Ones)
by Eli Young (Elyscape)
Apologies to Pink Floyd

Say, you, seiyuu, ha ha, charade you are.
You controlled idol, ha ha, charade you are.
And when the tears stream down your cheeks,
You're nearly a good tale,
Starving and crying,
With your heart down in the city,
Thinking, "She don't love me."
Big change in your old script,
What do you hope to show?
In the studio,
You're nearly a tale.
You're nearly a tale,
But you're really a lie.

Bus stop, meeting, ha ha, charade you are.
You hero, walking, ha ha, charade you are.
You don't know how to tell her what you feel.
You're nearly a good friend,
Almost worth a quick kiss.
You're such an otaku,
Do you think you'll get hitched?
Or maybe you'll stay lonely?
You're nearly a friend.
You're nearly a friend,
But you're really a lie.

Hey you, dark girl, ha ha, charade you are.
You genious cheater, ha ha, charade you are.
You try to make your feelings not be seen.
You're nearly a mind queen,
All knowledge is your treat.
But does it hurt you too?
[crying, scream]
You gotta keep yourself amused,
So what if others are abused?
Miho, you're nearly a queen.
Miho, you're nearly a queen,
But you're really a lie.

Pigs (Three Different Ones)
by Pink Floyd

Big man, pig man, ha ha, charade you are.
You well heeled big wheel, ha ha, charade you are.
And when your hand is on your heart,
You're nearly a good laugh,
Almost a joker,
With your head down in the pig bin,
Saying, "Keep on digging."
Pig stain on your fat chin.
What do you hope to find?
Down in the pig mine,
You're nearly a laugh.
You're nearly a laugh,
But you're really a cry.

Bus stop rat bag, ha ha, charade you are.
You fucked up old hag, ha ha, charade you are.
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass.
You're nearly a good laugh,
Almost worth a quick grin.
You like the feel of steel,
You're hot stuff with a hatpin,
And good fun with a hand gun.
You're nearly a laugh.
You're nearly a laugh,
But you're really a cry.

Hey you, Whitehouse, ha ha, charade you are.
You house proud town mouse, ha ha, charade you are.
You're trying to keep our feelings off the street.
You're nearly a real treat,
All tight lips and cold feet.
And do you feel abused?
[heavy breathing, gasp]
You gotta stem the evil tide,
And keep it all on the inside.
Mary, you're nearly a treat.
Mary, you're nearly a treat,
But you're really a cry.

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