Newsgroups: alt.music.filk
From: [c h ris] at [keris.demon.co.uk] (Chris Croughton)
Subject: Re: Cthulu mythos filk 
Date: Sat, 12 Dec 1992 15:49:01 +0000


In article <[1992 Dec 10 102640 4098] at [unix.brighton.ac.uk]>
           [REDACTED] at [unix.brighton.ac.uk] writes:

I just caled Brian, and he said it's fine to put it on the Net.  He said
that if anyone wants to make a donation (this is *not* compulsory, just
a suggestion) that they make it to "Talking Books for the Blind" or some
similar organisation, as that's where the royalties for DRP go.

I've sent a message to Zander about The Old Ones - if he gets the words
to me I'll post them...

Any typos are mine...

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                               AI CTHULHU
                          Words: Brian Biddle
                     Music: "Calypso" - John Denver

We dived from the boat into crystal clear water
To search the Pacific for treasures untold,
But the city we found on an undersea island,
When we looked proved to be several million years old;
And a city that ancient was not built by man...

    Ai Cthulhu, we should have known better,
    But we'd never listened to stories men say.
    Ai Cthulhu, the horrors we met with,
    The things that we saw make me yodel each day.
    [yodel]

The buildings we found there were quite cyclopean,
When viewed in the rays of the gibbous moon's light;
With carvings of monsters in indecent poses,
All doing those things which could ruin your sight.
And mostly in threes, which could never be right.

    Ai Cthulhu, we could have escaped then,
    But our curiosity was our downfall.
    Ai Cthulhu, so into the city,
    The terror within there could destroy us all.
    [yodel]

The first clue we had to there being a danger,
Was when something with tentacles swallowed two men;
And when the Professor was ate by a shoggoth,
We knew that our explorations had to end.
And so back to the mainland we quickly did flee.

    Ai Cthulhu, our troubles continued,
    We'd noticed the natives all had staring eyes.
    Ai Cthulhu, they worshipped the Old One,
    To find they were Deep Ones came as a surprise.
    [Yodel]

I only escaped to bring back my story,
But no-one believed in the horror I'd saw,
They sent me away from the old Miskatonic,
The threat to the world they all chose to ignore,
But someday I promise to have my revenge.

    Ai Cthulhu, I know all about you,
    I've read all the books and I know all the spells.
    Ai Cthulhu, I'm coming to get you
    Once they let me out of this nice padded cell!

[Repeat chorus ending with a yodel - which becomes a strangled scream
which is ominously cut short].
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The "Drunken Rabble Project" (ISBN 1-870824-14-8) is the third British
filk book.  The first two are "The Old Grey Wassail Test" and "On
Filkley Moor".  They are available from the publishers:

Beccon Publications
75 Rosslyn Avenue
Harold Wood
Essex
RM3 0RG
England.

ISBN 1-870824-14-8

Also available (I believe) from WailSongs.

Chris

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