Jul. 13th, 2012

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...when they invite me to be a participant.

It professes to be a Literary Con, too. Yeah, I've written a total of one filk, and co-written two filks, in the past 20 years. That is the sum total of my literary efforts since graduating college, unless you count the letter I wrote to my nasty neighbors back in January.

Technical knowledge? Not so much - I'm married to a physicist, I'm not one.

I could probably hold a panel on how to raise ducks and geese in a hot climate. Then again, I'm not sure how I'd fill the extra 49 minutes after using up the first one with, "Just add lots of water." Besides, not very science fictiony anyway.

They aren't alien or zombie ducks, after all.

I begged off with being too busy. Seeing as I still have one kid who qualifies as kid in tow, and a whole heap of animals at home to take care of, it's not a fake excuse. The Con is too damn far away to make a round trip in one day and still have the energy to do anything, so I'm only making it out one day and night anyway. Plus we just figured out it's a four day Con.

Kids, driving, animals, extreme heat, arg! No participation for me. Thanks all the same.

ETA: Okay, it belatedly occurred to me that complaining about being non-literary in a written venue is a little silly. But I don't consider my five years plugging away on a blog, with a readership of all of about 6 people, on the same level as writing short stories, novels, plays, music, and that sort of thing.
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S wanted to jam on our ukelele's today. I pulled out Hush Li'l Baby in our Rise Up Singing book because it only uses 2 chords.

We ended up filking it.

Hush Little Dragon
tto: Hush Li'l Baby (The Mockingbird Song)
words by: Me and S

Chords: DA/AD

Hush little dragon don't make a sound,
Momma's gonna give you a hunting hound.

If that hunting hound won't tree,
Momma's gonna give you a killer bee.

If that killer bee won't sting,
Momma's gonna give you a fairy ring.

If that fairy ring is fake,
Momma's gonna give you a rattle snake.

If that rattle snake won't hiss,
Momma's gonna give you a great big kiss.

If that kiss just will not do,
Momma's gonna play a song for you.

If you still will not behave,
You're still the cutest dragon in the cave.
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Shoot The Zombie!!
(a lesson song)

tto: Row, Row, Row Your Boat
Words by: Me and S

Shoot, shoot, shoot the zombie,

Make sure it's dead.

Don't shoot it in the torso,

Aim right for it's head.


Chords: We use C the whole way through, but that's just because it's so stinking easy to play C on the ukelele. You can also use G, and probably any other chord that makes it easy to sing.
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So thanks to a line about not owning any alien zombie ducks in my very whiny post earlier, my hubby came up with most of a chorus and pestered me about needing to write a song about, you guessed it, alien zombie ducks. Apparently unloading on livejournal got my creative juices flowing.

So without further adieu:

Alien Zombie Ducks
Words: Me and my hubby (He gave me the idea for the chorus, I modified it and also wrote the verses)
Music: Me
July 13th, 2012

4/4 time

I find I have a giant problem; I don't know what to do.
Ducks from space have joined my flock and I can't tell who is who.
At night instead of quacks I hear a moaning zapping sound,
It appears it's not just alien ducks, but zombies too abound.

Quack, quack.
Zap, zap.
Quack, quack.
Zap, zap.
Quack, quack.
Quack, zap, quack, brains.

I thought I'd get a dog to tell the good ones from the bad.
But I'm afraid to say that that tale ended rather sad.
It didn't take them very long to turn things end on end,
And now I have a zombie dog from which I must defend.

Quack, quack.
Zap, zap.
Quack, quack.
Zap, zap.
Quack, quack.
Woof, woof, zap, brains.

And now I'm left with no ideas to save my little farm.
I daren’t try to weed them out for fear of causing harm.
If truth be told they really aren't that bad of company.
At least they seem to have a taste for gophers, not for me.

Quack, quack.
Zap, zap.
Quack, quack.
Zap, zap.
Quack, quack.
Quack, zap, quack, brains.

Verse chords:
C C C C
C C G G
C C C C
C C G C

Chorus chords:
G/C
C
G/C
C
G/C
C/G G/C

Chords are approximate, play how it sounds right.

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