Re: back from the con...

From: Andrew Ross <aross at efn.org>
Date: Tue, 11 Nov 1997 14:10:46 -0800 (PST)

On Mon, 10 Nov 1997, Jeanette wrote:  

> And while I'm requesting lyrics - whoever did "Heatherlands" - could you
> please post the lyrics?

Ah, that would be Titania Baildon, of the House of the Golden Note.

HEATHERLANDS
Lyrics by Titania Baildon
ttto: Neverland, Heather Alexander

Once we all were children, free of heart we played But then we all grew up, responsibility held sway We each were left alone then, not knowing how to touch Pretending that our isolation didn't hurt so much

So I flew around the world three times to try to catch a dream And came to know this world of ours isn't always what it seems All I found was pain here, till I heard you singing true Your songs said you believed in me, so I believe in you...

CHORUS:

It's Heather again, her songs hold out a shining dream
It's Heather again, come and join the Heathens' team
It's Heather again, her music holds me when I cry
It's Heather again, Heatherland's where my heart now lies

Heatherlands
Heather is why my heart now flies

Heatherland's well-protected against all hate and rage Your freedoms are respected, there is no iron cage Your mind's not under-rated, your spirit's full and proud Difference is tolerated and all feelings are allowed

CHORUS I've returned to Heatherlands to play my favorite games Forgotten is the pain I had, burned clean within Life's Flames There's Shar Ramel and Mimic dancing in Midsummer's day My Wanderlust is calling me to come join in the play

CHORUS

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...and just because we love you, here's another Heather filk, inspired by the sight of Heather inadvertantly singing snatches of Kanefsky's "White Unicorn" while trying to sing her own "Black Unicorn"...

THE FILK UNICORN
Lyrics by Titania Baildon
ttto: The Black Unicorn, Heather Alexander

I am he who filks your every song
I am he who twists your words
I am he with silver shot through my tongue I am he whose lyrics you've heard
If you ever meet me in the hall
You'd best not sing to me
I'll seize your song and change it all
I am Bob Kanefsky

My tongue is forged of silver fine
My words have a familiar ring
I am the twisting of your own desire
I wrote the song that the devils sing
You'll mount the stage, words memorized
But find that isn't what you've sung
Mortals are so quick to hypnotize
That I merely twist your tongue

Words sharp as daggers cooled in the snow And tunes that spin your head around
Follow me not whare I lead you to go
For then your songs will be filker-bound There are but two things that I hate
And will not allow to be
One is recording me on tape
The other is filking ME! Received on 11/11/97