ארכיון עבור 'מבצעת: דנה כץ-בוכשטב'

Smut on the AO3

To the tune of "Nuts from the Hazel Tree" by Echo's Children

Recording from OVFF 2019

When I was young I used to look for fanfic on the net
Geocities, long disclaimers, terms that I forget
Browsing with a mighty greed
Now we can fulfil our need
n00b and BNF both read
Smut on the AO3

Websites, they take away
Fic in fandoms small and random.
Now our gay fanfic stays!
Smut on the AO3

I used to post on FF.N, but then they banned my fic.
LJ had the Strikethru and cut writers to the quick.
We’re no longer here alone
With the Archive of Our Own
We can write how werewolves bone
Smut on the AO3

Advertizers pay good cash for websites with good hits.
Free sites sell your information, every single bit.
For the servers we must pay.
If you can, donate today!
Let nobody take away
Smut on the AO3

I come to feast my eyes upon the wealth of written word
Now and then a vid is viewed, or podfics can be heard
Everybody now can give
Work that is transformative
Where in peace our slash can live –
Smut on the AO3

the web-owl

TTTO: the were-owl, by SJ Tucker
Look long enough into the posts on any website:
All the pictures look alike.
They all highlight joy one way or another,
Ever chasing likes.
Everyone longs for attention, for the spotlight
Lovers more than most at times.
You've sought for joy where few have ever found it,
Captured still in shining smiles.
User, log in and stay a while.
Take care what you find
when you're scrolling down
On your Android at night
And who, who, who is it there reflected in the darkened screen
And how, how, how can you make
The pictures show the proper image,
So it's right for who you are within?
I've heard this said: only fools will chase approval
From some strangers who don't care.
Foolish the heart that hangs on interactions
With the posts it shares.

One moment it's bliss, then despair comes in the next one –
You've been in this place before.
Neurotransmitters that drown your better reason
Leave you wanting so much more.
You're only a product inside some store.
And who, who, who is it, scared to log off, miss a single post?
And how, how, how can you find
Any peace of mind inside this onslaught,
Know you're keeping up – but at what cost?

shifting netscapes, dying memes:
media's never what it seems.
what is this upon the screen?
highlights, not behind the scenes.

who, who, who is it dares to look beyond and call their bluff?
and how, how, how can you learn
not to hope for airbrushed false perfection,
be the you you are, and that's enough

Still I Call


TTTO "The Sparrow" by Beth Kinderman

Can you remind me what purpose are we serving?
I’m not sure I know the difference anymore.
Is it the road that I had struggled not to travel
Or the voice that called me onwards to explore?

I had a plan: how to save the world from ending
I thought I knew it all and understood
But I’m just a voice reading someone else’s statement
And naught I ever did did any good

Oh hear my cry,
Hear my terror and elation
Hear the words wrought to explain what can have no explanation
The Eye of the watcher,
We suffer and it sees it all –
But still I call, still I call, still I call…

We sought for knowledge and worked to meet the challenge
To keep safe the existence of mankind
We marched ahead, though we knew not what was happening:
We left our own humanity behind

There was no help to defeat what we were facing:
Atrocities beyond the know of man
Now that we know how this story will be ending
Perhaps we should have stopped when we began.

Oh hear my cry,
Hear my terror and elation
Hear the words wrought to explain what can have no explanation
The Eye of the watcher,
We suffer and it sees it all –
But still I call, still I call, still I call…

They took away one more person that I cared for
As though he was some nothing to discard
I matched my strength with the forces of the Lonely
Went in knowingly and came back with small and scarred

There is no hope in terror of the Beings,
Just the horror of the new world they will make
So I must ask: could I kept it all from happening,
If I just had the common sense to break?

Come now, Eye,
Flesh, Corruption, Desolation,
All who know and do not understand –
We’re lost in translation.
Their grasp on the world holds,
They’re coming and we’ve lost it all
But still I call, still I call, still I call…

Jonah gloating at the panopticon


TTTO: "Prince Ali (Jafar's reprise)" from Disney's aladin

Archivist! oh I have missed our little meetings
You’ve been gone, trav'ling so long; here, finally.
The world is ruined, and I
Now reign, beloved of the Eye,
So won’t you join me in ruling eternally?

You refuse? Oh well, I’m used to disappointment.
That’s to say, I’ll have my way eventually.
You know, it’s safe to assume
Your charming efforts are doomed.
What’s done to the world cannot be reversed,
You think this is bad? Well, just wait for worse,
As I gut reality, the finality
Of my schemes you will see:
You all must bow to me!

Archival Worker Song

TTTO: Great Big Sea’s version of Process Man


Oh, please go, just go,
He’ll bind your very soul
And every day you’re in this place, you’re nearer eaten whole.
Won’t you go?

Well an Archivist am I, and you cannot tell me lies,
Despite my will I’m serving still the foul whims of the Eye
By the scars he’s left upon me and the grey that’s in my hair,
I promise you, all that you do will not escape its stare.

Oh, please go, just go,…

I’ve been held by a mannequin until my spirit broke,
I've crawled beneath creation to the very heart of Choke.
I’ve had worms inside my every limb, near lost my hand to burns;
Amidst the wrath, he sits and laughs. It makes my stomach turn.

Oh, please go, just go,…

It seems like one more office job. I really wish it was.
Instead he makes us give our lives to some unholy cause.
Please learn from our mistakes. There is no way to quit this crew.
For every day you take his pay, he’ll take what’s left of you.

Oh, please go, just go,…

מחול כלולות

מחול כלולות

תרגום של Wedding Dance של Echo's Children.
הקלטה בביצוע לאורה הדס ודנה כץ-בוכשטב מפילקיית בית בנובמבר 2009 עם כמה שורות חסרות.
הקלטה ביתית בביצוע דנה כץ-בוכשטב.

ג'ני לא סיפרה לי למה היא לא ישנה,
אך ראיתי את עיניה לאורה של הלבנה.
ראיתי את גופה רועד ואת עורה מחוויר,
נגעתי בכתפה ואז שמעתי את השיר

מן המיטה קפצתי ופתחתי התריסים,
ג'ני לידי, קפואה, רועדת בלי משים.
עץ הערמון הטיל צילו, ממש כמו לפני –
אבל ג'ני ראתה שם משהו שונה.

יש שם משהו בתוך התל שמן העץ נשמע.
הוא קורא לאחותי, והוא מכיר אותה בשמה.
אומר הוא שכשישוב, איתה הוא יתחתן
ועל גופתי המתה הוא יקח את ג'ן!
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הקלטה בביצוע אלי בר-יהלום (שירה, גיטרה) ודנה כץ-בוכשטב (שירה).

על פי "חופים" של חווה אלברשטיין. נכתב לתחרות "נולד לפילק" 2010.

כשפים הם לא תמיד יוצאים כמו שתכננת.
הטלתי לא מזמן כישוף שהשתבש,
ניסיתי לזמן סוס פוני.
אך אז פתאום, אך אז צמחו לי זוג קרניים וזנב
ארוך, עם קצת פרווה בצבע תכלת בשני צדדיו.

פניתי לטובי מומחים בתחום הקסם
מכשפות, קוסמים, שאמאנים, כהנים
אך לא הצליחו לעזור לי.
אפתח דפי זהב ואאתר שם פלסטיקאי-על
אולי מדע יציל אותי היכן שהקסם נכשל.

שבעה לילות

שבעה לילות

שיר על מותו של קונגמינג (האיש, המניפה ומועדון המעריצים) מתוך "רומן שלושת הממלכות". מנגינה מקורית.
באשמת L, ובשביל עופר.

אמרו דברם. אין כל ספק: שעתי קרבה.
אורות כבים…
מול מנורה דלוקה אחת אשא תפילה,
ראשי אכוף ואבקש: דובה גדולה,
לילות שבעה
אם המנורה תבער, תהיה לי עוד תקווה.
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אחי, האויב שלי

אחי, האויב שלי


תרגום של "My Brother, My Enemy" של Sassafrass.
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דני סובל נורא

דני סובל נורא מאת Kinspirit & Chelnak

למנגינת "בני ילד רע", על דניאל ג'קסון מ-Stargate SG1


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