Subject: FILK: Blood Thirsty (WAS: FORKNI-L/Re: May I post this?) Date: Sat, 7 Apr 2001 00:57:09 -0400 From: Brenda Bell To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU At 05:08 PM 4/5/2001 -0700, Kyer wrote to FORKNI-L: >...I blame tax time. Everybody's mind in the U.S. is screwed up and >their eyeballs crossed from all the little lines and directions. >Maybe that explains the dearth of stories in FKFIC-L right now. >Just when ya *really* need a diversion... Or a duplicate set of forms... Well, Kyer, this has been sitting around my hard drive for a while, now, along with a number of other unposted songs... May you find it an interesting diversion :) Blood Thirsty ----- Tune: "If You've Only Got a Moustache" by Stephen Collins Foster (If you're not familiar with the tune, *do* try to find a vocal recording of it somewhere; it is still quite humorous, some 150 or so years after it was originally written...) Lyrics by Brenda Bell, copyright 1999, 2000, 2001. I must find a bottle of blood; I'm hungry beyond all desire. Oh, why did I ever consent For Nick to make me a vampire? I never thought all of life's ills Compounded so for the undead For whatever pulled me from the light Must have planted some rocks in my head! In my head, in my head Must have planted some rocks in my head! No matter if A, B, or O I've got to get something to drink Even rat's blood will do, you must know I'm really that close to the brink! My First Hunger wasn't this bad I can't even lie down in bed For my stomach is doing the Twist To the drums that now pound in my head! In my head, in my head To the drums that now pound in my head! You may think eternity's great But think of the ol' IRS Rev'nue Canada, too, if you must It's enough to give vampires distress! Try telling them you have "moved on" Without forwarding your address, And they'll seize everything that you own If you don't "sober up and confess"! And confess, and confess, If you don't "sober up and confess"! Try getting to work before nine Without being charbroiled alive, And try to keep clear of the sun When they close up the building at five. Unlife is so costly today Your salary quickly is spent To procure a small breakfast or lunch And to keep up-to-date on the rent. On the rent, on the rent, And to keep up-to-date on the rent. Eternity without a buck And no chance of high-paying work It's no wonder some vampires survive By DJ'ing nightly at CERK! Obtaining a passport is cruel E'en if you are Lucien Lacroix Or worse yet, if you be his grandsire, The ancient one known as Q'ara As Q'ara, as Q'ara, You're the ancient one known as Q'ara. Don't care if it's young or it's old, Or taken from a to-be Mom If I don't get some blood very soon My temper will flare like a bomb! I'll drain ev'ry mortal in sight 'Til my eyes are a bright, glowing red If you don't get me something to drink, I am likely to tear off your head! Off your head, off your head I am likely to tear off your head! Permission is granted to archive this on the FKFIC ftp site and fkfanfic.com. Brenda F. Bell webwarren@earthlink.net /nick TMana IM: n2kye Arctophile, computer addict, TREKker, stealth photographer... UA, PoCBS, FKPagan; Neon-Green GlowWorm HugMistress of the Ger Bear Project http://members.Tripod.com/~TMana/ Gerthering 3 Photos: http://members.Tripod.com/~TMana/gertherng/ Visit the Fiendish Glow at http://home.earthlink.net/~webwarren/glow/