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How To Unwind At The End Of The Day

How to Unwind At The End Of The Day
by Rob Wynne

I’ve got bills to pay
And I work hard all day
Man, being an adult is boring
So when I get home
I turn off the phone
And let my mind go out exploring

I hold on to hope
I don’t like to mope
But being mature is a pipe dream
But one thing is sure
To hold my allure
And sometimes I have it with ice cream

Whiskey and pie
Whiskey and pie
My, oh my, it’s whiskey and pie
Whiskey and pie
Whiskey and pie
My, oh my, it’s whiskey and pie

A light flakey crust
Fresh fruit is a must
You know stuff out of cans is just cheating
It’s all kicked up a notch
By a bottle of scotch
My cares are already retreating

Whiskey and pie
Whiskey and pie
My, oh my, it’s whiskey and pie
Whiskey and pie
Whiskey and pie
My, oh my, it’s whiskey and pie

Now some people say
This isn’t the way
To deal with my daily frustrations
I don’t really care
If the checkout girl stares
As I purchase a week’s allocation

Of Whiskey and pie
Whiskey and pie
My, oh my, it’s whiskey and pie
Whiskey and pie
Whiskey and pie
My, oh my, it’s whiskey and pie
My, oh my, it’s whiskey and pie

I wrote this three years ago for my friend Phoebe, and even got so far as setting a bit of a tune to it, which I vaguely remember and will probably recreate once I’m sitting near a guitar.   Anyway, it’s a bouncy, fun little song, and I wanted to make sure it got put over here into my songbook.

The Last Drummer Boy Christmas

THE LAST DRUMMER BOY CHRISTMAS
by Rob Wynne
TTTO: The Little Drummer Boy (Katherine Kennicott Davis) / Peace On Earth (Ian Fraser, Larry Grossman, and Alan Kohan)

Just last Christmas
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
I gave my heart to you
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
But the very next day
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
You gave my heart away
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
rum-pa-pa-pum
rum-pa-pa-pum

This year I will not make
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
The very same mistake
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
To save me from my tears
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
I’ll be more wise this year
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
rum-pa-pa-pum
rum-pa-pa-pum

Once bitten and twice shy
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
I stay away from you
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
but still you catch my eye
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
Do you still recognize?
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
rum-pa-pa-pum
rum-pa-pa-pum

Well now it’s been a year
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
I’m not surprised, I fear
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
I wrapped my heart for you
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
I meant my “I love you”
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
rum-pa-pa-pum
rum-pa-pa-pum

And now I know for sure
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
That I was quite a fool
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
but if you kissed me now
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
My heart would still unspool
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
rum-pa-pa-pum
rum-pa-pa-pum

[Peace On Earth Interweave]
A lover’s face, a fiery heart
(Just last Christmas pa-rum-pa-pa-pum)
I hid but you tore me apart
(I gave my heart to you pa-rum-pa-pa-pum)
But now I’ve found a real love
(But the very next day pa-rum-pa-pa-pum)
I’ve found love, and you will not fool
(You gave my heart away pa-rum-pa-pa-pum)
Will not fool. not fool me again
(rum-pa-pa-pum, rum-pa-pa-pum)
A real love
(This year I won’t give pa-rum-pa-pa-pum)
can it be?
(you my heart)

Everyone must be made aware
Not to place hearts into your care
I care enough for my fellow man
To give all the warning I can

Now my new love will be true
(This year I will not make pa-rum-pa-pa-pum)
She won’t hurt me just like you
(The very same mistake pa-rum-pa-pa-pum)
I gave my heart to someone
(To save me from my tears pa-rum-pa-pa-pum)
Someone who I know will not hurt
(I’ll be more wise this year pa-rum-pa-pa-pum)
will not hurt, not hurt me again
(rum-pa-pa-pum rum-pa-pa-pum)
A real love
(Me and my heart)
Can it be?
Can it be?

I first heard about The Little Drummer Boy challenge a few years ago. The idea was that you had to see how long you could go in December without hearing “The Little Drummer Boy”, and if you made it to Christmas Day without hearing it, you won.

In 2017, some enterprising folks decided to up the ante, by creating “Whamageddon”, which is the same game, except in this one you have to make it to Christmas Day without having heard Wham’s 1984 hit “Last Christmas”.

I didn’t make it on “The Little Drummer Boy”, thanks to a friend linking me to a skit featuring it, but I made it to Christmas Day without hearing “Last Christmas”, so….yay?

Anyway, I’ve certainly spent more time this year THINKING about “Last Christmas” than I might otherwise, and, well, my brain is a strange place.

Redshirt

Redshirt
by Rob Wynne
TTTO:  “Blackbird” by Paul McCartney and John Lennon

Redshirt beaming down to planetside
Doesn’t have a name to know him by
That poor guy
He will only be here ’til somebody has to die

Redshirt beaming down to planetside
It don’t matter what steps that you take
It’s for sure
You will not survive beyond the first commercial break
Redshirts die, Redshirts die
On every world that we’re stopping by…

Redshirts die, Redshirts die
On every world that we’re stopping by…

Redshirt beaming down to planetside
Doesn’t have a name to know him by
That poor guy
He will only be here ’til somebody has to die
He will only be here ’til somebody has to die
He will only be here ’til somebody has to die

 

I wrote this one a couple of months ago. My friend Marcos Duran had posted his filk about Star Trek redshirts (to the tune of “Roxanne”, and the idea for this parody popped into my head.

Banhammer

Banhammer
by Rob Wynne
TTTO: “Sledgehammer” by Peter Gabriel

You could make a cat GIF
putting down somebody’s race
You could post the president smiling
Hitler mustache on his face

All you do is post it
We’ll remove it from the feed

You could be a big dick, yeah
Ranting up and down, all around the pool
You could be a bumbling jerk, bumbling
But that violates the rule!

I’m gonna swing…my banhammer
I will erase your fame
Oh, let me swing the banhammer
This will be my admin posting

If you want to spam us
Then we will send you on your way
Don’t you try to spam us
Cause you know that just doesn’t play

I’m gonna swing…my banhammer
I will erase your fame
Oh, let me swing the banhammer
This will be my admin posting
I’m your banhammer
Let there be no doubt about it

Ban…..ban….banhammer

I kicked the asshole (I kicked the asshole)
Banned his nick (Banned his nick)
This is the Tadpool (This is the Tadpool)
So don’t be a dick (So please don’t be a dick)
If your posts are nice (posts are nice)
We will like it twice (like it twice)
Post it nice, (post it nice) I will comment twice

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I sure like you
Only you
Gonna post the good stuff
Post, post all the good stuff yeah
I’ve been finding the funny
I’ve been finding the funny
Going read that good stuff, post for you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you
I’ve been finding the funny
I’ve been finding the funny
It’s what we’re doing, doing
All day and night

I wrote this a while ago, but never got around to posting it in the songbook.  The Tadpool is a social group that I co-moderate the Facebook group for; the first rule of the Tadpool is “Don’t be a dick” (also known as “Wheaton’s Law” — see the PDX Broadsides’ brilliant song of that same name for more on this.)

Second Movement

Second Movement
by Rob Wynne
To the tune of “Everybody Hurts” by REM

When your dinner’s done
And you sit, you sit upon the throne
When you’re sure you’ve had enough
to digest, well, let go

Just let yourself go
Cause everybody pees
And everybody poops….sometimes.

Sometimes everything is full
Now it’s time to sit alone
When your dinner’s moved along (let go, let go)
If you feel like holding on (let go)
If you think your toilet seat
Is too cold, well, let go

Everybody poops
Take comfort in the void
Everybody poops
Don’t wipe on your hand, oh no

Don’t wipe on your hand, oh no
Use paper from the roll
No, no, no, use the roll

If you’re on your own after lunch
You’ve eaten all the food
When you think you’ve had too much of this food to hang on

Well, everybody poops,
Sometimes, everybody pees
Everybody poops sometimes
Everybody poops sometimes.

So let go, let go,
Let go, let go, let go, let go, let go, let go, let go
Everybody poops

I swore I’d never actually write this song. But sometimes the muse won’t let go. Dedicated to all the parents of young children out there.

I Know It When I See It

I Know It When I See It
By Rob Wynne
TTTO: “All About That Bass” by Meghan Trainor

Because I’m all about that text,
‘Bout that text, no subtext
I’m all about that text, ’bout that text, no subtext
I’m all about that text, ’bout that text, no subtext
I’m all about that text, ’bout that text…

You know it’s pretty clear, this film ain’t subtle
You know why you’re here, there can be no rebuttal
‘Cause we’ve got that boom boom that all the folks craved
All the right smut and it is quite depraved

I see the movie scenes working that misdirect
But I do not know why
They’re all so circumspect
If you like sexy sexy, get what you want
Cause every scene is about sex
And we are very nonchalant

Yeah, Aunt Hortence, she told me don’t worry about the plot
Because folks only watch this for one thing and you know what
You know it won’t be PG rated, family-friendly fare
But if you want the good stuff
Then go ahead and take the dare

Because I’m all about that text,
‘Bout that text, no subtext
I’m all about that text, ’bout that text, no subtext
I’m all about that text, ’bout that text, no subtext
I’m all about that text, ’bout that text…

It’s full of nudity
But only for the social comment’ry
No, I’m just playing, I know you think it’s smut
But I’m here to tell you
Every scene is full of sex and we are very nonchalant

Yes, Aunt Hortence, she told me don’t worry about the plot
Because folks only watch this for one thing and you know what
You know it won’t be PG rated, family-friendly fare
But if you want the good stuff
Then go ahead and take the dare

Because I’m all about that text,
‘Bout that text, no subtext
Because I’m all about that text, ’bout that text, no subtext
Because I’m all about that text, ’bout that text, no subtext
I’m all about that text, ’bout that text…

Inspired by a comment made by Aahz Caller, as we discussed whether “Lesbian Farm Invaders” was the sort of film one watched for the subtext, which was itself in a thread about a recent news report that Rush Limbaugh was warning that federally paid lesbian farmers might soon invade your town, becuase boy howdy this year’s news has been hella weird.

Meet The Hipsters

Meet The Hipsters
by Rob Wynne
TTTO: “Theme From The Flintstones” by Hoyt Curtin, Joseph Barbera and William Hanna

Hipsters, meet the Hipsters
They’re a modern vintage family
From the streets of Brooklyn
They go on a thrift store shopping spree

Hear their…records (vinyl is preferred)
Bands of whom you’ll never once have heard

When you’re with the Hipsters
You’ll have a before it was cool time
A real old school time
You’ll have a new old time!

For the record, I have nothing against hipsters. But someone posted this photo, and this just…came out.Image may contain: 2 people, people standing and text

 

Rhymes of Fashion

Rhymes of Fashion
by Rob Wynne and Jeff Williams
TTTO: “We Will Rock You” by Queen

Buddy you’re a hard shoe, cheap shoe,
Plastic on your feet so you stomp in the puddles, yeah
You got mud on your strap, you piece of crap
But you sell because you’re cheaper than an iPhone app

We will, we will CROC YOU!(Wear it, uh…)
We will, we will CROC YOU!

Buddy you’re an apron, draped on,
Hang down to your knees so you don’t get the stain on you
You got paint in your hair, but you don’t care
Cuz you know it won’t get on to your clothes under there

We will, we will SMOCK YOU
We will, we will SMOCK YOU

Buddy, you’re a cheap robe, wardrobe
Fitting for a priest or a monk from the Middle Age
You got rope for a belt
Never look svelte
Even when you’re made from furry animal pelts

We will, we will FROCK YOU
We will, we will FROCK YOU

This is the sort of thing that happens when Jeff Williams and I get bored in chat…

He’s Right Behind You

He’s Right Behind You
by Rob Wynne
(TTTO: “Theme From Spider-Man (1967)“)

Slender man, Slender man
Faceless dude with a snow white tan
In the woods, late at night
Suddenly, you die of fright
Look out, here comes the slender man

Is he real? Listen guy
He’s a thing, but we don’t know why
Shadows lurk, noises sound
Once you’re lost, you can’t be found
Beware, here comes the slender man

When the moon is clear
And you’re losing your mind
Like a ghost of fear
He appears close behind

Slender man, slender man
Creepy neighbourhood slender man
All your locks he’s ignored
One thing’s sure, you won’t be bored

Look out! Life is a thing that’s ending
Your psyche won’t be mending
You met the slender maaaaaaaan

My brain. Sometimes I just don’t know.  This popped into my head nearly completely formed shortly after listening to the episode of Tom Merritt and Molly Wood’s excellent podcast ‘It’s A  Thing’ which featured the Slender Man phenomenon.  

Look Upon My Gear, Ye Mighty, And Repair

Look Upon My Gear, Ye Mighty, And Repair
by Rob Wynne
TTTO: “Dust In The Wind” by Kansas

My warlock casts
Conjure up a demon from the fiery depths
The spell falls flat
My spec is gone, and everything I learned is wrong
Bits in the code
All we are is bits in the code

Once we strode
Like giants through the endgame, doing mighty deeds
But glory fades
Your grand achievements now just curiosities
Bits in the code
All we are is bits in the code

Game moves on
Level cap increases, once again we grind
New quests call
And all your epics won’t another level buy
Bits in the code
All we are is bits in the code

This morning (28 December 2012) in the Tadpool, discussing the current WoW expansion and whether it was worth coming back to, Cory Latham made a comment about having too much time invested in his characters to roll new ones, and Christopher Dunn quipped that all that was meaningless, only the current expansion matters. And that got my filker brain working and this came out.

There have been two more World of Warcraft expansions that have come out since I wrote this, and it’s still true, which hasn’t always been true of my WoW filks 🙂

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