This page is dedicated to song filks relating to Project Metaverse. What, you may ask, is a song filk? It's similar to the parodies done by "Weird Al" Yankovic and others: you take a well-known (or not-so-well-known) song and write a new set of lyrics. The basic difference between a song filk and a song parody is a few thousand dollars' worth of royalties. *G*
If you have a Metaverse-related filk, either about the act of writing fic or the fics themselves, send it to Javaoni@hotmail.com and I'll post it up here.
WRITING PROJECT METAVERSE
My friends' got a passion and they all write fic,
They tell me every day,
They're obsessed over writing, it makes them tick,
Or so they all say.
There's a little universe that we all know,
We think of it every day,
It's based on ReBoot, a CGI show,
We love it and so we say:
It's okay, it's okay,
We do it all day,
Writing Project Metaverse.
It's okay, so we say,
In every way,
Writing Project Metaverse.
Cybercat introduced us to this stuff,
She even started RPM Mail,
And we all started writing, but it isn't enough,
Because Silv is stuck at Cail.
It's okay, it's okay,
We do it all day,
Writing Project Metaverse.
It's okay, so we say,
In every way,
Writing Project Metaverse.
Well I guess it ain't easy meeting deadlines at all, yeah yeah...
But please, try to finish a chapter before long...
My friends, try to finish fics before they're due,
You don't need to do it all day,
If Jay and I can do it then why can't you,
Get your inspiration on its way.
It's okay, it's okay,
We do it all day,
Writing Project Metaverse.
It's okay, so we say,
In every way,
Writing Project Metaverse.
We just love doing this,
Though our fics are all late,
Writing Project Metaverse.
But it's great, so we say,
In every way,
Writing Project Metaverse...
"Fic"
Fic on the Web where you surf
Now write more
Think about this song filk
Wonder why you haven't before
Now write in the place where you work
Now ReBoot
Think about the fic that you wrote
Wonder why you haven't before
If you are confused, check R.P.M.
Save all your files to help you along
Your fics are going to be on the page
Your head is there to help you write fic
(repeat 1st verse)
Your fics are going to be on the page
Your head is there to help you write fic
If writers were fics the fics would be dying
Listen to reason
My brain is frying
(repeat 1st verse)
If writers were fics the fics would be dying
Listen to reason
My brain is frying
Your fics are going to be on the page
Your head is there to help you write fic
So write (write)
Now write more
Think about the fic that you wrote,
Wonder why you haven't before
Now write (write)
Now ReBoot
Think about the place where you write
Wonder why you haven't
(repeat 1st verse)
Write in the place where you are (Now write more)
Write in the place where you are (Now write more)
Your fics are going to be on the page (Write in the place where you are)
Your head is there to help you write fic, so write
"COWBOY"
(electronic voice) Cowboy... cowboy
Well I'll tell ya my name and I'm Calvin West.
Here dang viruses come equipped with shivs and fake nests.
Find a spot in the hills, hack like Mouse.
Buy an old laptop, find a spot to house,
And I'm a true hack it up and down your core.
With a bottle of Pop and watch lots of cops.
Buy a comp with a tag sayin' hackin' the most
Then hack that core up and down, then boast.
Give a toast to the fun, crash in the cars
Data thrown in the mix and TOSed out of 'bars
Hack the Teracomp-a... I wanna roam.
Find the old-time hackin' fools then come back home.
Start an e-mail service, for all the right reasons
And set up shop at the top of Four Seasons.
Hard core, and I'm the real McCoy
And I'm called Calvin West sucker...but you can call me
Cowboy, baby
With the comp set back and the screen all shinin'
Cowboy, baby
With my jack plugged in and logged online
They call me Cowboy, baby
Hackin' at night cause I sleep all day
Cowboy, baby
I can send a ping from a mile away
I bet you'll hear my modem soundin' when my line goes in
It goes (modem sounds) like comms in the world
Hacked in, hacked through, hacked out of my line
Where once was lost, now I'm online
Palm comps and feeds, scanned Seize and Vice
Got a map to LCARS, found rats and mice,
And if the sights are right I'm gonna make my move, boy
And let Great Codex know why they call me
Cowboy, baby
With the comp set back and the screen all shinin'
Cowboy, baby
With my jack plugged in and logged online
They call me Cowboy, baby
Hackin' at night cause I sleep all day
Cowboy, baby
I can send a ping from a mile away
Yeah, Sir West, you can call me Cal,
Hackin' dusk-time vermin with the spirit of Hal,
Seen Jimmy in debt, logged off my cord
And said, "Yeah this line works right in your port."
No kiddin', fun swingin', boots hittin' the floor
Call it Loss, I'm the Boss, with the source in the core
No remorse for Viral Lords, in their eye I ain't right
I'm gonna paint their zone red, and paint their core white, uh
Cause chaos, rock like Felons
Find high-res ports for my high-res melon
Jack like players, hack like Avi
They told me to leave, but bet they can't find me!
Why they wanna pick on me?... lock me up and short away my Cee
I pay no fee, I'm just a regular surfer
I ain't straight outta Compaq(tm) I'm straight outta Turfer(tm)!
Surf like a sailor, hack all around
My only words of wisdom are just "File Not Found"
I'm hackin' my comp up and down, then boast and
Keep on hackin' until it falls into motion
Cowboy
With the comp set back and the screen all shinin'
Cowboy
Spend all my time plugged in online
Cowboy
Hackin' at night cause I sleep all day
Cowboy
I can send a ping from a mile away
Cowboy
With the comp set back and the screen all shinin'
Cowboy
With the comp set back and the screen all shinin'
Cowboy
Plugged in online
EVERYBODY'S FREE (TO WEAR AN ICON)
by The Wanderer
Ladies and Gentlemen of the Class of 2500,
Wear an icon.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future,
Icons would be it.
The long-term benefits of icons have been proven by Game Players, whereas the rest of my experience has no basis more reliable than my own wandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until you get Type E File Degradation. But trust me, in 500 years, you'll look back at holos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you, and how ominous you really looked.
You are not as incompetent as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve a hacking algorithm by chewing synthigum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blow up in your face at 1600h in some rogue system.
Do one thing everyday that nearly kills you.
Write.
Don't be reckless with other people's laptops. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Backup.
Don't waste your time on revenge.
Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long, and in the end, it's only with your siblings.
Remember commendations you receive. Forget the indictments.
If you succeed in doing this, no need to tell me how.
Keep your old love Emails. Throw away your old security programs.
Laugh maniacally.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 20 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting Gloobs I know still don't.
Get plenty of energy shakes. Be kind to your limbs. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have flunkies, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll die at 13, maybe you'll be resurrected as an android a few years later.
Whatever you do, don't congratulate youself too much, or berate yourself either. Your fate is half chance. So is everybody else's.
Enjoy your keytool.
Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Hack, even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own colony world.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read Guardian manuals. They will only make you feel guilty.
Get to know your parents.
You never know when they'll be killed by renegades.
Be nice to your siblings.
They're your best link to your past, and the people most likely to hack with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should survive.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the more fics you star in, the more likely you'll meet the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in Omega-Cragis once, but leave before it makes you hard.
Live in a secret research facility once, but leave before it makes you dead.
Wander.
Accept certain inalienable truths:
Racism will rise. Senators will initiate secret projects. You, too, will get killed.
And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were alive, racism was nonexistent, senators were noble, and viruses respected their creators.
Respect your creator.
Don't expect anyone else to challenge you.
Maybe you have a near-invincible mecha. Maybe you have an army of golems. But you never know when either one might be destroyed.
Don't mess too much with your goggles, or by the time you really need it, it will be confiscated.
Be careful of whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia.
Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from deletion, crying over it, file-locking the ugly parts, and recycling it with more special abilities than it had before.
But trust me on the icons.
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Puka Productions Presents...
A filk song by D^Knight (dknight_6@hotmail.com)...
Sung to the tune of "Another One Bites The Dust" (by Queen).
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ANOTHER ONE WRITES THE STUFF
There's a little universe called RPM
Spun off from ReBoot
We call it Project Metaverse
As if anyone gives a hoot
It's Cybercat's little universe
We let everyone know
Now we're getting authors from around the world
And the number's starting to grow
Look out!
Chorus:
Another one writes the stuff
Another one writes the stuff
And another comes on and another comes on
Another one writes the stuff
Hey, you'll start writing too
Another one writes the stuff
Cybercat started out with a little fic
And so it all begins
Problem is, she seems to be stuck
So when's it gonna end?
Silv wrote about a girl named Cail
Who found old Megabyte
The chronicles of Alpha Group
Were written by me, Dark Knight
Look out!
(chorus)
Another one writes the stuff
Another one writes the stuff
Another one writes the stuff
Another one writes the stuff
Jay writes about the Resonate
And a family named the Aughts
There's the Renaissance Hacker and a guy named Quinn
He's writing quite a lot
You can try to write a fic yourself
Or maybe to filk a song
Sing the praises of RPM
Everyone can sing along, yeah!
(chorus)
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Inspired by Weird Al Yankovic's "Another One Rides The Bus". Grrah.
Artistic license was taken on the actual story to suit the song. Hope ya don't mind, Jay ^_^
(from Asshole
by Kevin Klyne)
"DaVinci"
by the Storm Traders
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(plain guitar solo begins and in walks DaVinci)
Hey there. I'm DaVinci, that hacker guy that nearly got into
the Teracomputer, nearly got killed 'cause o' my rouge program, nearly lost a game, nearly...
Well, there's a lot of stuff that nearly happened to me, to you,
to everybody in the hacking business in general. But one thing's
for sure. I'm the best there ever was! And I'm going ta sing you
a little song now...and it's all about...me.
I'm just your average Jo
Tryin' to simply get by
With my great hacking skills
It's no wonder why
I hacked into the Tera
To show off my wit
And prove to the Fuz
I'm no verage twit...
The Teracomp was mine
Right there at my feet
But I nearly got trashed
By the Tera elite!
I'm DaVinciiii, DaVinciiii, DaVinciaiai!
I'm DaVinciiii, DaVinciiii, DaVinciaiai!
My virus, Il Lupe
Tried to get in my head
But my friends came to Cragis
And now he's seein' red!
I'm DaVinciiii, DaVinciiii, DaVinciaiai!
I'm DaVinciiii, DaVinciiii, DaVinciaiai!
Maybe I should give up this dangerous job
Maybe they're right when they say
That all of this hacking will soon get me killed
And I should throw hacking awaaayaaaayaaaay...
NAH!
'Cause
I'm DaVinciiii, DaVinciiii, DaVinciaiai!
I'm DaVinciiii, DaVinciiii, DaVinciaiai!
DaVinciiii, DaVinciiii, DaVinciaiai!
DaVinciiii, DaVinciiii, DaVinciaiai!
D.A.V.I.N.C.I!
D.A.V.I.N.C.I!
I'm the best hacker around.
And I'm damn proud of it.