Quiet little Lies - filk

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jp — Wed, 19 May 2010 20:16:47 +0000

19 May 2010

An email conversation dissolves into a cover of Terrorvision's "Oblivion"

campinmygarden.com has been taken by domain squatters.

If all the people in the world squatted on your A record
Would you tell Tim Berners Lee or would you give in to the squat-horde?
I can see that all the possibilities of evil
Could sway your first decision: subject them all to slash-dev-slash-null

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And do you feel your site is threatened by the fabricated entries

J-P Stacey

Oxford Thommo

jp — Wed, 19 May 2010 20:09:26 +0000

19 May 2010

Lyrics to a song about everyone's favourite Oxford alumnus, Mark Fucking Thompson.

(To the tune of "Oxford Comma," by Vampire Weekend. Recording available here. These filk lyrics are licenced under a Creative Commons Licence.

Who gives a fuck about an Oxford Thommo?
Shouldn't he be gently let go
To save
Some money?
That might just be a better way
To economise that's all right
With me,
With me

J-P Stacey

Take It Back

jp — Sun, 09 May 2010 07:48:32 +0000

9 May 2010

Impromptu protest song for the Take It Back march and speeches, 8 May 2010

(To the tune of "My Bonny Lies Over The Ocean." This work is licenced under a Creative Commons Licence. It's a protest song: sing it yourself if you want, when you want!)

I voted for someone I don't like
To stop someone worse getting in,
But that bugger got in regardless
And wasting my vote was a sin

Take back, take back, let's take back our suffrage today, today!
Take back, take back, let's take back our suffrage today!

J-P Stacey

Subterranean Homesick Blue Christmas

jp — Wed, 23 Dec 2009 19:18:16 +0000

23 Dec 2009

(to the tune of, and with apologies to, Bob Dylan's original)

1. Santa's at the north pole
Mixing up the present lists
Rudolf's at the punch bowl
Getting seasonably pissed

The man in the red coat
Beard out, hat off
Says he's got a full sled
Your gift could fall off

Look out, kid
Are you naughty or good?
He knows which
You know that's understood

You better not shout or cry
I'm telling you why
The man in the fur-trimmed hat
And a double chin
Wants a sherry left out
You only got gin.

J-P Stacey