Filk is a genre of music popular among devotees of science fiction and fantasy literature, often involving original lyrics set to familiar melodies. The word filk started off as a typo for folk and stuck. Filk is music that can be overheard anywhere a group of geeks gather. (Comic Cons, SCA, Amptgard, Pagan Gatherings, Ren Fests...)
Filk can be silly and/or serious. They can be tongue in cheek, or serious poetic works. Some only think of parodies when they think of filk, but a great deal of filk is actually original work rather than parody.
Most of all though, Filking is fun!
Crone's Hollow is the place to be.
Witchy livin' is the life for me.
Tarot's read by the bonafide.
Fuck a yurt, just sit me by the fireside.
Salt Lake is where I'd rather stay.
I get lethargic so far away.
I just want some mountain views.
TaMara I miss you and big bear hugs from Ru!
...The Store!
...The FNORD!
...Cool Wares!
...Some Bears!
This is my plight...
Oh man, it's coffee night...
Crone's Hollow we aren't there.
--Gwen Wolfrose :: © 27 April 2018
I'm a little snowflake
Hear me shout:
Stand up for freedom
And kick Trump out!
If you think I'm lonely
Have no doubt
Here comes a blizzard
It's a yuge whiteout!
--Gwen Wolfrose :: © 17 December 2017
Come and read the meetup post put up by Avaloon
They talk about community but sing a different tune
They try to stir up interest in the Sacred Circle Church
But no one wants to hang out in the stolen fucking yurt!
(spoken: witch jars-- poachers)
People came to join up and they said they'd like to share
Heron didn't like 'em and she flicked 'em offa there
Questions aren't allowed and they don't want those who are brave
The meetup sites locked down like Sacred Circle and Sunstave!
(drones, that is—flying monkeys)
A new list was created, it's an open public group
Their meetups on the same day and they're bringing plastic poop
They think we stole their picture and it makes us snort and gag
Our rockin' sacred photo is an enema bag!
(soooooooo awesome -- totally!)
(fade out, banjo music)-- The Flixters :: © 18 August 2007
Come gather `round and you'll hear a tale
A tale of some sacred dirt
It started out as a small Land Fund
But turned into a fucking Yurt (turned into a fucking yurt)
The Sacred Squirrels begged for cash
To buy a chunk of land
We were promised a voice in the final land choice
Heart to Heart and Hand to Hand (heart to heart and hand to hand)
Money came from everyone
Raffle baskets, All Soul's Night
Handfastings, booths at Pagan Pride
And from various wedding rites (from various wedding rites)
So thanks for your bucks and ta-ta now
Here's your legacy:
Unethical…..
A made up chart…..
"Get off your ass"
"Donate more"
A porch harpy
Censorship and a history twist….here in Nutbag's church!
It came time to select some land
And quickly we were told
"you're not part of THE COMMUNITY"
and a yurt was bought and sold (and a yurt was bought and sold)
It's called the "Tara-rarium"
And it sits in Heron's view
And according to the Church it's all legal
But only for the Chosen Few. (only for the chosen few)
We've asked for explanations and
Heard the sound of crickets song
But a chart appeared on the church website
Gerrymandered and just wrong (gerrymandered and just wrong)
So thanks for your bucks and ta-ta now
Here's your legacy:
Unethical…..
A made up chart…..
"Get off your ass"
"Donate more"
A porch harpy
Censorship and a history twist….here in Nutbag's church!
-- The Twixters :: © 1 June 2007
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