Yrael, the Eighth Bright Shiner (
mogget_cat) wrote in
ways_back_room2004-12-12 02:29 am
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I should really be in bed by now, but the song hit me and stuck. This filk was sparked by a Milliquote posted by Snow-mun. IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT (not that I'm complaining)!
To the tune of "The Circle of Life" from the Lion King.
From the day we arrive on the website
And blinking, step into the bar,
There're more to meet than can ever be met
More to drink than can ever be drunk.
Some say drink Atlantean
Try the paradoxes
Please restrain your power, but enjoy Happy Hour
You should ‘member to please pay your tab.
In the circle of crack
It's the wheel of fortune
Keeps you coming back
With its shine of hope
That we’ll find our place
In the plot unwinding
In the circle, the circle of crack.
Some of us fall by the ‘ways-side
And some of us soar in our schmoop
And some of us fight through the angst
And some have to live with the scars
There's far too much to take in here
The bar unbinds as still more are Bound
But the tabs soaring high, causes us all to sigh,
And keeps great and small on the Endless round.
In the circle of crack
It's the wheel of fortune
Keeps you coming back
With its shine of hope
That we’ll find our place
In the plot unwinding
In the circle, the circle of crack.
Oh dear, I need sleep.
To the tune of "The Circle of Life" from the Lion King.
From the day we arrive on the website
And blinking, step into the bar,
There're more to meet than can ever be met
More to drink than can ever be drunk.
Some say drink Atlantean
Try the paradoxes
Please restrain your power, but enjoy Happy Hour
You should ‘member to please pay your tab.
In the circle of crack
It's the wheel of fortune
Keeps you coming back
With its shine of hope
That we’ll find our place
In the plot unwinding
In the circle, the circle of crack.
Some of us fall by the ‘ways-side
And some of us soar in our schmoop
And some of us fight through the angst
And some have to live with the scars
There's far too much to take in here
The bar unbinds as still more are Bound
But the tabs soaring high, causes us all to sigh,
And keeps great and small on the Endless round.
In the circle of crack
It's the wheel of fortune
Keeps you coming back
With its shine of hope
That we’ll find our place
In the plot unwinding
In the circle, the circle of crack.
Oh dear, I need sleep.

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...don't mind me, please, it's a mental tic.