Last night, for reasons I no longer quite recall, I was reading through the various filksongs of Kevin Wald. His he's written some rather crazy song-parody verse-puzzles in the NPL, and his filksongs are absolutely amazing. (Of particular note is "Xena: or, The Warrior Princess," which takes as its source Gilbert and Sullivan's "Modern Major General.")

Anyway, I'm all for pastiches and parodies, but I've never really used a real sci-fi subject, preferring instead, current events of various types. So I was wondering what I could do as filk all through today (except for the part of it when I was asleep). On my way home from a night at the 3rd Street Promenade (whole other story), I heard a beat that was very similar to "Papa Was a Rolling Stone" by the Temptations. Suddenly I had my song . . .

Mama Was the Chosen One

(by Robin Wood and the Temptations)

It was in '77,
A year that's cursed up in heaven
'Cause that was the year my mommy died.
I never got a chance to know her.
Never saw nothing but dead things around her.
Watcher, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth.
And Crowley just hung his head and said, Robin . . .

Mama was the Chosen One.
She couldn't rest till the slaying was done.
And when she died,
All she left us was her son.
Mama was the Chosen One.
She couldn't rest till the slaying was done.
And when she died,
All she left us was her son.

Hey, Watcher, is it true what they say
That Mama couldn't fend off a vamp named Spike?
And Watcher, some bad talk goin' around town
Saying that Mama just gave up on fighting at the final strike.
And that ain't right.
Hey, talk about Mama having a life she was hating,
Hunting things without souls
And all the time waiting,
Dealing in death and hoping for her own fatal blow.
Watcher, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth
And Crowley hung his head and said . . .

Mama was the Chosen One.
She couldn't rest till the slaying was done.
And when she died,
All she left us was her son.
Mama was the Chosen One.
She couldn't rest till the slaying was done.
And when she died,
All she left us was her son.

Hey, Watcher, I heard Mama called herself a queen-of-all-blades
Tell me, is that what sent Mama to an early grave?
Folks say Mama would beg, borrow, steal to get her stakes.
Folks say Mama wasn't much for dreamin'
She wasted her life fightin' vampires and demons
Watcher, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth
And Crowley looked up with a tear in his eye and said, Robin . . .

Mama was the Chosen One.
She couldn't rest till the slaying was done.
And when she died,
All she left us was her son.
Mama was the Chosen One.
She couldn't rest till the slaying was done.
And when she died,
All she left us was her son.

TueNYTX: 4:45.

The Temptation of Wood.

Mama Was the Chosen One

(by Robin Wood and the Temptations)

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