From: Speaker-to-Customers 
Newsgroups: alt.fan.pratchett
Subject: Re: [I] Seasonal filk
Date: Mon, 24 Dec 2001 23:45:13 -0000


"Nigel Stapley" wrote ...

(Snip Daibhid Chienedelh's "Happy Little Hogswatch" ...)

> Very nice. But isn't the original of that song the *doomiest* thing you
> could imagine? Getting it at Christmas is like receiving a singing
birthday
> card from Leonard Cohen backed by Joy Division.

Yeth, Mathter?  A thinging birthday card of Leonard Cohen backed by Joy
Divithion?


Now Susan takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing black and leather
And her hair is streaked with silver
And the sun pours down like honey
As it's slowed by fields of magic
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the rubbish
There are beggars on the mudflats
There's a dog who does the talking
They are scavenging for cast-offs
And they will steal the shoes you're wearing
While Susan holds the mirror
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that you can trust her
For she's touched your perfect body
with her scythe.

....

When werewolf bites hard, and Gaspode bites low
And the vampires fly high, and Uberwald's full of snow
And we're taking the coach, over difficult roads
Then love, love will tear us apart again .....


Paul Speaker-to-Customers

Only just beginning to regain my sense of humour after the shock of Stuart
Adamson's suicide, and not really in the mood for Xmas, but happy Xmas
everybody anyway.