From: Mark Datko <mark@datko.demon.co.uk> 		
Newsgroups:alt.fan.pratchett 		
Subject: [I] Soul Music/Wyrd sisters filk- 		
Date:  Wed, 28 Apr 1999 18:49:01 +0100 		


<spoiler space for those who haven't read Soul Music and Wyrd sisters> 		
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<two filks in one : must be cutting me own throat :-) > 	

A long, long time ago 			
A llamedos boy noted how 			
That music used to make him smile 			
And he knew if he had his chance 			
That harp might make those wizards dance 			
And maybe they'd be happy for a while 			
But all that rain made him shiver 			
With every boulder he'd deliver 			
Bad news at the mineshaft 			
Any more and he'd be daft 			
He can't remember if he cried 			
When from papa he tried to hide 			
But something touched him deep inside 			
The day he should have died 			
So 			
Why, why, oh why let him die ! 			
Drove through dust, cart to the summit 			
but the horses did shy 			
In drum ol' boys quaffing scumble and pie 			
Singing "This'll be the day that Death rides 			
This'll be the day that Death rides 			
Did you write the book of love 			
And do you have faith in gods above 			
If granddaughter tells you so ? 			
Now with that dwarf and that blue troll 			
Can music save your mortal soul 			
And can you teach me how to dance real slow ? 			
Well we know she's in love with him 			
Cause we saw her dancing in the gym 			
Chatting with the Death of Rats 			
Man, I dig those funky cats 			
He went on tour for Dibbler buck 			
With Asphalt roadie and a cabbage truck 			
Then he knew he had some luck 			
The day he should have died 			
I started singing 			
Why, why, oh why let him die ! 			
Drove through dust, cart to the summit 			
but the horses did shy 			
In drum ol' boys quaffing scumble and pie 			
Singing "This'll be the day that Death rides 			
This'll be the day that Death rides 			
Now for many years she was on her own 			
And moss grows fat on a rolling stone 			
But that's not how it used to be 			
When the jester sang for the King and Queen 			
In a court, in that ramtops Lancre scene 			
And a voice that came from you and me 			
Oh, and while the King was looking down 			
The jester stole his thorny crown 			
The witches were involved 			
The mystery resolved 			
And while Hwel wrote another page 			
The players practiced on the stage 			
And witches altered their image 			
Before he should have died 			
We were singing 			
Why, why, oh why let him die ! 			
Drove through dust, cart to the summit 			
but the horses did shy 			
In drum ol' boys quaffing scumble and pie 			
Singing "This'll be the day that Death rides 			
This'll be the day that Death rides 			


DMark