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LIVE FROM OTHERKIN TV:

(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)

Catch a shadow by the wall
Don't look down or else you'll fall
What certain Sons did cruelly rend
With pattern, blood, and song we'll mend
Dressed in thistle, crowned with bay
Slipping in behind the day
Painted, plaited, flower-strewn,
Beat the bodhran fierce in tune
Come alone or come together
Best the song in worst of weather
Writhing, twisting, turning, sliding,
Always here our time abiding
'til their minds are quite besotten
Mother's warnings all forgotten
Hands tight clasped we'll all round turn
And set the fire quick to burn
Cast your lot and lay your bet
Weave the steps into a net
Leave the Gate thrown wide open
And lure the weary traveler in
Never tire, reaching higher, sing the fire, fire higher!
Never tire, reaching higher, sing the fire, fire higher!
Never tire, reaching higher, sing the fire, fire higher!
Never tire, reaching higher, sing the fire, fire higher!

Once upon a time, when the Earth was still young, there lived a Forest of Trees. They were beautiful, these Trees. They were fed the crystal-clear waters of the River who in turn feeds her daughter-rivers. In the morning, they raised their heads, their branches to the life-giving sun. In the night, they swayed their branches under the mother moon and the tracery of the Stars, dancing and singing with the wind.