Thursday, November 30, 2006

Haze of Octarine

HAZE OF OCTARINE
by Weird Alice Lancrevic
(with apologies to the Beatles)

On the Disc where I was born
Lived a wizard, robed and keen
Who was known to live his life
In a haze of octarine

So he sailed around the moon
Safe in Leonard's space machine†
'Til he crashed beneath the Rim
In a haze of octarine

CHORUS:
We all live in a haze of octarine
A haze of octarine, haze of octarine
We all live in a haze of octarine
A haze of octarine, haze of octarine

Dwarfs and trolls are playing Thud
Interspecies war: free of blood!
And the Band With Rocks In plays:

[dear filkers, insert two bars of cacophony here!]

We all live in a haze of octarine
A haze of octarine, haze of octarine
We all live in a haze of octarine
A haze of octarine, haze of octarine

As we live a life enthaum'd
From the Gods and kings to Foul Ole Ron (to Foul Ole Ron!)
Wizards fat (wizards fat!) to witches lean (witches lean!)
In our haze of octarine

We all live in a haze of octarine
A haze of octarine, haze of octarine
We all live in a haze of octarine
A haze of octarine, haze of octarine...

(Repeat and keep drinking until falling over occurs)




† I know that Leonard doesn't call it anything that simple, but otherwise it wouldn't fit the rhythm of the song!

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