Fuzzy Fish

Songs Made on the Spot
Tune: "307 Ale" by Tom Smith

There's many songs we'll sing, my friend, in every 'sing anew
There's "Cthulhu Lite" and "Ship of Stone" and "Banned from Argo" too
There's long and short and ose and laughs and awesome, cool or hot
But I think you'll find the finest kind is songs made on the spot

Songs made on the spot, my friend, songs made on the spot
The finest words, the finest tunes, and sometimes really not
They'll make you laugh out loudly or they'll set your brain to rot
The finest songs you'll ever hear are songs made on the spot, my friend,
songs made on the spot.
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ICon's Volunteers
Tune: Barrett's Privateers, Stan Rogers
Based on true stories. All of it.

Oh, the year was nineteen-ninety-eight
(How I wish I was in BIGOR now!)
A call came out for volunteers
To the biggest con in the whole damn year
(God damn them all!)
I was told we'll just come in and help them fold
We'll lose no sleep
(Have no fear!)
Now I'm a full-grown man on the verge of tears
The last of ICon's volunteers
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Lady, Box, Dog and Me
Tune: The Sick Note (or rather, "The Really Sick Note", by Tom Smith)

My friends, I sing this little song to tell a tale of woe
About a misadventure that I had a while ago
I've managed to recover, but I'm telling you the truth
To menace worlds is now a game of my forgotten youth
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Heroes in denial, not really coping
Trying for denial, and really hoping
Luck would help us out
Although we’re not sure how

Didn't know the odds that we’d be fighting
Used to think adventure was exciting,
This is gonna hurt…
Could we just go home now?
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Eternal Loser
Tune: "Eternal Loser", Larry Warner

I loved a girl named Rose once, but lost her on my way
My shadow only said goodbye to her on Bad Wolf Bay
And now our time is over, ere it could really start
My shadow never told her how I felt within my heart
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Tune: original
Based upon "The Fountainhead", Ayn Rand (yes, yes, yes…)

She stands by the building, she raises her gaze
The skyscraper glinting in pale summer haze
The city runs by her, a woman alone
The iron and concrete, the glass and the stone

She knows he is high on the building she loves
And she knows he will never look down
The bright living sunlight brings tears to her eyes;
Her feet will not answer the ground

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