Author:Morgan Lewis <mrl@efn.org> 		
Newsgroup: 	alt.fan.pratchett 		
Date: 	Tue, 24 Aug 1999 		

At least, I'm figuring this'll go to [I] quickly. It may qualify as
[R] right now, but I'm not sure, since it *is* a filk. 		

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Men At Arms filk, by Morgan Lewis 
To the tune of Blue Oyster Cult's ASTRONOMY

A few notes on scanning: Periodically, I use an apostrophe in an odd
word. It's basically meant to shorten the sound of it. For example,
Corp'ral instead of Corporal; two syllables, not three. In Lord D'Eath,
however, it must be pronounced -- De-Eath, not Death. I am presuming
Cruces was a Lord, for convenience sake. And the word solar has been
left out of solar plexus, because otherwise it doesn't scan right, and
that line has such a nice resonance with the original one that I
couldn't pass it up. 

The dawn comes forth and ideas burst 			
Out from Leonard's mighty brain 			
Mix fireworks and a metal case 			
Projectile made to fly away 			
Like child's play to be made 			
Physics lessons demonstrate 			
But now it is too dangerous 			
So it must be locked away 			
Come Lord D'Eath, let's take a look 			
Through the books of history 			
I know you are impov'rished 			
And you want to know where kings come from 			
But you'd never known at all 			
That this man would walk a beat 			
When you see his face you know 			
He's a man of Law 			
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! 			

Back to back the two guilds are 			
Fools and killers share a wall 			
A plan to get the Gonne you seek 			
Uncertainty just makes you weak 			
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! 			

Single clown with two corpses 			
The other one's a duplicate 			
The Gonne is guided by the sight 			
Of the Head that never warned 			
Yes the Head that never, never warned 			
Oh the Head that never 			
Never warned 			
Never warned 			
The clock strikes twelve and bullets burst 			
At Angua from a hiding place 			
Heir to the throne Corp'ral Carrot 			
Would find himself thrusting his sword 			
Through the plexus of Lord Cruces 			
And through a pillar of stone 			
Carrot waits not hopelessly 			
While Captain Sam Vimes gets married 			
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! 			
By a lack of silver 			
And full moonlight 			
The life put on the line 			
Will be restored tonight 			
And don't forget Gaspode 			
Not inconsequent 			
No monarchy...so far 			
No monarchy...so far 			
No monarchy...so far 			
No monarchy...so far 		 

Morgan Lewis