Well, congratulations, you've sung of the stars
A giant group hug's what you've won
But you're singing to fen who are poorer than you
Especially after this con
Filking "Argo" a thousand times just won't get us off our tails,
And if that's the best we can do, I agree,
We should all be left here when she sails
(Chorus)It's time to stop doing and time to start singing
It's time to put plans into verse
If the best we can do's what we did against Franco
My friend, we could surely do worse
You sing of conventions of party-and-play
And of spending so much in the bars
But the only way I could have bought my own ship
Was in the Art Show after hours
Government funds won't get us wings -- they never did buy styrofoam
And if rockets are all that you'd use, my friend,
You could live there and die there alone. (Cho.)
I suppose we could wait for some rich author's will
To bequeath us our own little ship
But all we'd receive is hir Hugo Award,
Which isn't cut out for this trip
After all, why should they care? We can't even decide where to go!
I haven't yet seen one good stardrive design,
And everything else is too slow. (Cho.)
You're probably angry at all that I've said,
And you certainly have the right
For I've taken a good song and filked it beyond
The sedges of infinite blight
And yet, recall all of those songs which teased I was saying "nay";
I loved you then, and I love you still,
So I'm closing this song your way:
(Final Chorus:)
It's time to stop dreaming and time to start doing
It's time to stop playing and plan
With generals scheming and bureaucrats stewing,
They'll kill all our dreams if they can
Written 1993 by Gerald Bliss (4/12); This item is protected under the CC BY-SA 4.0 license, also known as the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International license. Click the link for licensing details, except last chorus (c.) 198x by Kathy Mar.
Hey, I know Kathy, and I respect Kathy, and I love most of her songs, but until I wrote this, I had no idea that I *loved* Kathy. Semi-automatic writing... small-calibre...