#Filk

(to the tune of "You may be right" by Billy Joel, obviously).

(tune of 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover by Paul Simon)

Every time I think that
I'm the only one who's lonely
Something comes to me
And every now and then
I spend my time at song and swords
And curse the faults in me

(from Yesterday by the Beatles)

Not exactly a filk, but I'm sure it can be sung to *some* Johnny Cash song or other trucker's favourite.

(With Apologies to Eminem and blame to Rialian. Don't kill me Kyrin!)

MIAREN:
I am the very model of an Elven Individual,
I've information memorable, magical, and mythical,
I know the kings of Faerie, and I quote the tales bardic-wise
Of Thomas Rhymer, Taliesin, Tam Lin and some otherwise;
I'm very well acquainted, too, with matters of Awakening,
I understand Rememb'rings, both the quiet and the quakening,
On matters of linguistics I am teeming with a lot o' news,
With many cheerful facts about what spelling of "des'tai" to use.

On a dark forest back road, have I travelled too far?
Cool brushes of fog-wisps curling in 'round my car
In the glow of my headlights I saw the shape of a cow
I saw a signboard with the elven star
I'd made it here (Don't know how!)

I might look the same, but I'm not quite like you
I'm at least a little fey; can you see right through?
I'm still made of flesh, I'm still made of bone
But I've had you fooled enough to leave me alone

There's a little black sword in my hand today
It's the same old thing as yesterday
There's a pair of trav'lers bound for Tanelorn
The Eternal Champion's again reborn

(from "Under the Sun" by Sugar Ray)

I am going to have to blame Miaren for this one...
(original lyrics)

Kitchener, Canadian setting
Where the city don't know what the city is getting
The creme de la creme of the fae world in a
Show with everything but David Bowie

(from Ticket to Ride by the Beatles)

(with apologies to J.C. Fogerty)