New School, Old School
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browngirlOnce of the nice things about returning to Star Trek is the incredible wealth of fannish history one can draw on. Having learned my lesson from DC Comics and Doctor Who I'm going to let the past inform rather than overwhelm my appreciation of the newest iteration, but (not least since I'm also a filker) I did want to put two songs in my journal that have been written about Trek (besides, I was overdue for a lyrics post).
In general, I really love 'real' artifacts from fictional universes, and this song feels like one; I specifically love its sense of history. The title link goes to Urban Tapestry's mp3 of this song.
STAR SISTERS Jean Stevenson
A D A G
I was born of wood and sails, when only birds could fly the skies,
A G A D
A warrior, aye, I shed men's blood that man and life might never die
D A D C
And when my flag at last was furled, I left the waves forever curled
A G A
And knew I'd won the world.
For war was I then built of steel when stars were yet but points of light
And on the world of seas I sailed to verify the time of right
And still the lives of men were lost, and still was asked the deadly cost
And on the waves men's freedom tossed.
From hope and courage came I then and took my name from dream of stars
Though made to fly, I only lived that sister ships might not know bars
The launching of a dream I spurred, and hearts of men with joy I stirred
But still the cry of death was heard.
I sail the stars at freedom's crest and seek the joys of many lands
Though made to stand the bite of war the palm of peace I raise, in hands
Of thousand colours, many shapes, that speak at last of dream escapes
And one my death illuminates .
We sister ships of differing times have ever harbored iron men
Our decks and cargo bays and bridges share the glory now, and then
In war or seeking dreams and lives have been the message, never lies
And so the name forever flies.
Enterprise Enterprise Enterprise Enterprise
Banned From Argo by Leslie Fish. (mp3 link) I just, well, find this song perennially funny (although okay, yeah, poor Spock). My roommate and I were discussing ideas for nu!Trek fics based on it.
Banned From Argo
Copyright © 1977 by Leslie Fish
verse tune trad, "Boston Burglar"
When we pulled into Argo Port in need of R&R,
The crew set out investigating every joint and bar.
We had high expectations of their hospitality,
But found too late it wasn't geared for spacers such as we.
Chorus: And we're banned from Argo, everyone.
Banned from Argo, just for having a little fun.
We spent a jolly shore leave there for just three days or four,
But Argo doesn't want us any more.
The Captain's tastes were simple, but his methods were complex.
We found him with five partners, each of a different world and sex.
The Shore Police were on the way-we had no second chance.
We beamed him up in the nick of time-and the remnants of his pants.
Our Engineer would yield to none at putting down the brew;
He out-drank seven space marines and a demolition crew.
The Navigator didn't win, but he out-drank almost all,
And now they've got a shuttlecraft on the roof of City Hall.
Our proper, cool First Officer was drugged with something green,
And hauled into an alley, where he suffered things obscene.
He sobered up in Sickbay and he's none the worse for wear,
Except he's somehow taught the bridge computer how to swear.
The Head Nurse disappeared awhile in the major Dope Bazaar,
Buying an odd green potion "guaranteed to cause Pon-Farr."
She came home with no uniform and an oddly cheerful heart,
And a painful way of walking-with her feet a yard apart.
Our lady of Communications won a ship-wide bet
By getting into the planet's main communications net.
Now every time someone calls up on an Argo telescreen,
The flesh is there, but the clothes they wear are nowhere to be seen.
Our Doctor loves Humanity; his private life is quiet.
The Shore Police arrested him for inciting whores to riot.
We found him in the city jail, locked on and beamed him free-
Intact except for hickeys and six kinds of VD.
Our Helmsman loves exotic plants; the plants all love him too.
He took some down on leave with him and we wondered what they'd do,
'Til the planetary governor called and swore upon his life
That a gang of plants entwined his house and then seduced his wife!
A gang of pirates landed, and nobody seemed to care.
They stamped into the nearest bar to announce that they were there.
Half our crew was busy there, and invited them to play,
But the pirates only looked at us, and turned and ran away.
Our crew is Starfleet's finest, and our record is our pride.
And when we play we tend to leave a trail a mile wide.
We're sorry about the wreckage and the riots and the fuss;
At least we're sure that planet won't be quick forgetting us!
In general, I really love 'real' artifacts from fictional universes, and this song feels like one; I specifically love its sense of history. The title link goes to Urban Tapestry's mp3 of this song.
STAR SISTERS Jean Stevenson
A D A G
I was born of wood and sails, when only birds could fly the skies,
A G A D
A warrior, aye, I shed men's blood that man and life might never die
D A D C
And when my flag at last was furled, I left the waves forever curled
A G A
And knew I'd won the world.
For war was I then built of steel when stars were yet but points of light
And on the world of seas I sailed to verify the time of right
And still the lives of men were lost, and still was asked the deadly cost
And on the waves men's freedom tossed.
From hope and courage came I then and took my name from dream of stars
Though made to fly, I only lived that sister ships might not know bars
The launching of a dream I spurred, and hearts of men with joy I stirred
But still the cry of death was heard.
I sail the stars at freedom's crest and seek the joys of many lands
Though made to stand the bite of war the palm of peace I raise, in hands
Of thousand colours, many shapes, that speak at last of dream escapes
And one my death illuminates .
We sister ships of differing times have ever harbored iron men
Our decks and cargo bays and bridges share the glory now, and then
In war or seeking dreams and lives have been the message, never lies
And so the name forever flies.
Enterprise Enterprise Enterprise Enterprise
Banned From Argo by Leslie Fish. (mp3 link) I just, well, find this song perennially funny (although okay, yeah, poor Spock). My roommate and I were discussing ideas for nu!Trek fics based on it.
Banned From Argo
Copyright © 1977 by Leslie Fish
verse tune trad, "Boston Burglar"
When we pulled into Argo Port in need of R&R,
The crew set out investigating every joint and bar.
We had high expectations of their hospitality,
But found too late it wasn't geared for spacers such as we.
Chorus: And we're banned from Argo, everyone.
Banned from Argo, just for having a little fun.
We spent a jolly shore leave there for just three days or four,
But Argo doesn't want us any more.
The Captain's tastes were simple, but his methods were complex.
We found him with five partners, each of a different world and sex.
The Shore Police were on the way-we had no second chance.
We beamed him up in the nick of time-and the remnants of his pants.
Our Engineer would yield to none at putting down the brew;
He out-drank seven space marines and a demolition crew.
The Navigator didn't win, but he out-drank almost all,
And now they've got a shuttlecraft on the roof of City Hall.
Our proper, cool First Officer was drugged with something green,
And hauled into an alley, where he suffered things obscene.
He sobered up in Sickbay and he's none the worse for wear,
Except he's somehow taught the bridge computer how to swear.
The Head Nurse disappeared awhile in the major Dope Bazaar,
Buying an odd green potion "guaranteed to cause Pon-Farr."
She came home with no uniform and an oddly cheerful heart,
And a painful way of walking-with her feet a yard apart.
Our lady of Communications won a ship-wide bet
By getting into the planet's main communications net.
Now every time someone calls up on an Argo telescreen,
The flesh is there, but the clothes they wear are nowhere to be seen.
Our Doctor loves Humanity; his private life is quiet.
The Shore Police arrested him for inciting whores to riot.
We found him in the city jail, locked on and beamed him free-
Intact except for hickeys and six kinds of VD.
Our Helmsman loves exotic plants; the plants all love him too.
He took some down on leave with him and we wondered what they'd do,
'Til the planetary governor called and swore upon his life
That a gang of plants entwined his house and then seduced his wife!
A gang of pirates landed, and nobody seemed to care.
They stamped into the nearest bar to announce that they were there.
Half our crew was busy there, and invited them to play,
But the pirates only looked at us, and turned and ran away.
Our crew is Starfleet's finest, and our record is our pride.
And when we play we tend to leave a trail a mile wide.
We're sorry about the wreckage and the riots and the fuss;
At least we're sure that planet won't be quick forgetting us!
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Date: 2009-06-26 07:01 pm (UTC)I got a seriously good belly-laugh on fandom_wank (Journalfen) -- some pissy fanboy whining that Star Trek was great before those fangirls came along with this new movie and totally ruined everything by slobbering over the actors, and there were no icky GIRLS in Star Trek fandom before this stupid ole movie...
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