Filker in the Con

<i><b>Filker in the Con</b></i>

TTTO “Create of the Wood”, by Heather Alexander

I am a filker in the con
With all the fen that from hell spawn
My song is weird, it is your bane
My song can drive a man insane
So sing with me, or a tune play
We will be here, till break of day

And I shall write more filk songs

We’ve been in place since cons began
We’re just like you, we’re mortal men
We write the lyrics, skills we hone
The tunes we steal or make our own

And I shall write more filk songs

Come sit with us, you fellow fen
Sing songs we wrote, and more to pen
Some sing of laughter, some of pain
Write a good ose, respect you’ll gain
We’ll write a rhyme to match a line
About an elf, or a feline

And I shall write more filk songs

Sweet songs I’ll write for thee alone
Sweet tunes I stole, and some are known
I’ll write some more, I’ll improvise
I’ll sing some songs that you despise
The song I killed, I’ll kill again
I write some rhymes past mortal ken

Lalala….

We’ve played some music that you know
And some you don’t, but please don’t go
We’ll give you CDs with our stuff
If what you hear is not enough
The silence here will last long
For quiet here, it feels so wrong

So sing no quarter, yell with us
Or sing “The March of Cambreadth”
We’ll bring the walls down with our voice
You’ll sing with us you’ll have no choice
We’ll sing some songs that have a ban
Or parodies that hardly scan

And I shall write more filk songs

I am a filker in the con
With all the fen that from hell spawn
My song is weird, it is your bane
My song can drive a man insane
So sing with me, or a tune play
We will be here, till break of day

And I shall write more filk songs