[the_old_crowd] Michael Jackson filk

[Randy Estes]

Brilliant !  I think we could bring Vincent Price back
from the grave to do the Soundtrack CD !

What's that other Michael Jackson song...?

"The Man in the Mirror"   Hmmmmmmmm.  Mirror of
Erised?

I never knew Filks were banned.  I wrote a few back in
the old days of HP4Gups and the beginnings of the Old
Crowd.  


--- quigonginger <quigonginger at ...> wrote:

> I know it's not customary to post filks here, but I
> thought Tim and 
> Randy might enjoy this.  I posted it on the Hog's
> Head, and it will 
> be up on CMC's filk site in a day or two (he's
> continuously 
> updating), but since I quoted Tim, I thought I'd let
> him see it.
> 
> If you don't like filks, go on to the next message.
> 
> This is from the Hog's Head (in its entirety):
> *********************************
> 
> Quite recently, in a galaxy so close as to be
> considered a parallel 
> universe, Tim Regan (Dumbledad) said:
> 
> "I think I know who the human Horcrux is, and it is
> not Harry. Let's
> examine the evidence
> 
> 1) Having part of the soul of the Dark Lord residing
> inside you would
> drain you of your vitality and color.
> 2) Voldemort's meddling in his own soul reduced his
> once handsome
> features to "glaring red eyes and slits for
> nostrils" (PS/SS C17)
> 3) Voldemort's sense of grandeur and destiny would
> start to take over
> your own judgements.
> 
> In short, one of Voldemort's horcruxes is Michael
> Jackson."
> 
> Needless to say, it spawned a filk.
> 
> To Tim Regan
> 
> 
> Horcrux  To the tune of Thriller by Michael Jackson.
> 
> The scene:  The cave.  Harry has forced DD to drink
> the green goo.
> 
> HARRY:
> You've drained the basin,
> And now you're needing water from the lake.
> You'd put your face in,
> But instinct tells you that is a mistake.
> You try to scream,
> And *aguamenti's* futile; you must face it.
> Water's a dream,
> And once you touch the lake, you realize:
> It's your demise.
> 
> 'Cause this is Horcrux, Horcrux night.
> And no one's gonna save you 
> From th' inferi left and right.
> 'Cause this is Horcrux, Horcrux night.
> You're fighting for your life to get a Horcrux, 
> No lux, tonight.
> 
> Magical drink banned, 
> The lake's the only place where waters run.
> You feel the cold hand, 
> And then you realize what you have done.
> You see their eyes,
> A horror that's beyond imagination.
> Your memory fries.
> Inferi start to creep up from behind.
> You've lost your mind.
> 
> 'Cause this is Horcrux, Horcrux night.
> They're coming by by the score, 
> And there's no chance to set it right.
> 'Cause this is Horcrux, Horcrux night.
> You're fighting for your life to get a Horcrux,
> No lux tonight.
> 
> Out of the pool-
> (Where is Paula Abdul to teach promanade?)
> If they were dancin' 
> We might have a chance to flee in time.
> The walls I climb.
> This is LV's perfect crime. 
> 
> You try the old spells,
> But more keep coming in on every side.
> Your nightmare's worst hells,
> You wonder if your Headmaster has died.
> But just in time, 
> He comes around and casts a ring of fire.
> He's so sublime.
> He boards the boat and you cast off to sea.
> Now you are free.
> 
> It was a Horcrux, Horcrux night.
> And you're with Dumbledore
> So there's no cause to shake or cry.
> Yeah, it's a Horcrux, Horcrux night.
> So you just hang on tight,
> And have a Horcrux, no lux, soul tucks,
> This sucks! here tonight.
> 
> DUMBLEDORE (a la Vincent Price):
> Darkness rules Tom Riddle's land.
> Hold tight your wand within your hand.
> Creatures out to suck your blood
> Are lurking in the salt and mud.
> Remember, Harry, if you're found,
> A ring of fire to cast around.
> If it is cast, all's good and well,
> But if it's not, you're doomed to hell.
> 
> Their soulless eyes all seem to stare.
> Their bony hands are everywhere.
> They rise up from their liquid tomb
> To seal your fate and bring your doom.
> 
> And though we managed to survive,
> As I could *Accio lux*,
> There's more than one way to deprive
> The Dark Lord of a Horcrux.
> 
> 
> Ginger, who will never read that scene without
> thinking of dancing 
> inferi again.
> 
> 
> 



		
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