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Inebriant Rhapsody


From: Adrian Ogden
Newsgroups: alt.fan.pratchett
Subject: [I][Filk] Another filk from CCDE
Date: 9 Aug 2000 11:47:40 GMT

Blame Supermouse for this. If she hadn't started autofilking Queen songs I'd never have come up with the opening lines and none of this would have happened.

Anyway... this was conceived on the monday morning after CCDE. Supermouse, Jester and myself autofilked the first few verses and agreed to try and complete the rest by e-mail in case we ended up with something postable. So here it is.

--- INEBRIANT RHAPSODY ---

by Adrian Ogden writes
Supermouse
Jester

Is this the real life?
Is this CCDE?
Caught in a landfill,
with no uplink to AFP

Far from the 'net, But please do not fret for me,
I'm just a poor fan, I spent all my money
And still the rain will come, rain will go, sun is high, clouds are low,
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me

Bugger, I'm out of beer
Had a keg against my head, pulled the spigot, now it's dead
Bugger, the night had just begun,
But now I've gone and pished it all away
Barman, ooh, didn't mean to drink you dry,
If there's no beer again this time tomorrow,
I'll be gone, I'll be gone, 'cos beer is all that matters

Oh god, that time has come,
Feel shivers down my spine, will I find the loo in time?
Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go,
I'll use a bush this time if there's a queue
Bugger, ooh, I feel I'm going to die,
And soon I'll wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouetto of a can,
Is it beer? Is it beer? No, it's only Diet Tango
Heinekin, White Lightning, very, very fright'ning me
(Real Ale) Real Ale (Real Ale) Real Ale, Real Ale overflow
Magnifico

I'm just an AFPer, does anybody know me?
We've never met, but I think we spoke on IRC
Buy us a pint out of generosity,

Easy come, easy go, will you let me owe
A fiver! No, we will not let you owe (Let him owe!)
A fiver! We will not let you owe (Let him owe!)
A fiver! We will not let you owe (Let me owe)
Will not let you owe (Let me owe)
Will not let {you owe }
{my funds} are running low (ah ah ah)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
(I need a beer, need a beer) Where did all my money go?
The local pub has a cider put aside for me, for me, for me

Fell asleep in the field with my face to the skies
Come this morning it hurts when I open my eyes
Oh, baby, I'm so hungover, baby,
Drank myself out, drank myself right out of beer

Now the weekend's over,
There's somewhere I must be
Soon I'm going back on,
Soon I'll be back on AFP

(or somewhere where the ale flows...)

Adrian Ogden


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