The End Is Nigh!!!!, Nigh, I tell you, Nigh

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Aug 05

Orpheus
"Nigh, Nigh" says Godeskian "Nigh!"

I'm sorry. I saw your title, and all I could think was (with apologies to Don McLean)...

Not so Long from now,
You will soon remember
How the Big G tried to make you wise.
For he knew if we'd just attend
we might escape a gory end
And, maybe, we could populate the skies.

But NASA's piddling exploration
Monopoly by regulation
made no Pinta and no Nina
No low orbit space marina.

The grown-ups either grinned or sighed
When they nixed Apollo's eighteenth ride
One basket, all our eggs inside,
Forsooth, the end is Nigh

CHORUS
. "Nigh, Nigh" says Godeskian "Nigh!"
. Busted levies, unsafe Chevys,
. or cholesterol high?
. H. sapiens' goose is cooked, Don't even ask why.
. The question is just: boiled, froze or fried?
. The question is just: boiled, froze or fried?

Will we screw our DNA?
Will a Big Rock simply wreck our day
(The way the space flicks say one will)
Yosemite's a volcano
That's primed and ready to explode
Admittedly, that timeline's r-e-a-l slow

Well, we know we'll off this mortal coil
But cut short by some Cosmic Mohel? ("mohel": (moyl) [Heb] one who performs
circumcisions)
It an indignity
That we just refuse to see!

We're just a lonely species lost in space
With grand self-delusions, we're a basket case.
But Lordy! It's End of Days!
They say the end is Nigh!

(chorus)

Yes, in ten years, Earth's a lifeless stone
(except Dylan, roaches and a Drago clone)
I guess that's how it has to be.
I hope that you can swim real well,
for the icecaps are starting to melt.
And the life raft's only big enough for me.

And just as we were getting scared
The sun's corona super-flared
No pundits to confirm
That Earth's completely burned.

And as Disneyland is vaporized
Space Station's knocked across the skies
An even sillier reprise
of Space: 1999

(chorus -- all together now!)

Helter-skelter, vegans and seatbelters,
Did you waste time on a fallout shelter?
All those treadmill hours spent for naught?
some'll make a long overdue pass
some'll spend some prime time with their stash
As we all bid farewell fondly to our ass.

Now, the good news is this sterilized
The new AIDS-plague of biblical size
(We hadn't got our shots
because it was too bloody hot)
We couldn't beg, borrow or steal
Loaves of fishes for our last meal
It seems that Malthus really knew the deal
He said: "The End is Nigh!"

(Chorus)

Oh, and there we were, all in one place
A look of chagrin on our face
With no time left to start again
So whether jack be nimble, jack be lame
no more fifteen minutes of cheap fame
Only fire could bring "reality" to an end

(Oh, I saw you watch them strut and fret
Your head drooped in shame and regret
No angel born in Hell
Could break that satan's spell)

And as the flames climbed ever higher
To form our sacrificial pyre
A pollster phoned me to inquire
"You think the End is Nigh?"

I started singing...
(chorus)

(adagio)
I knew a girl at MIT
A space-time physics PhD
She had no time to test her rig
She flipped it on, and there were sparks
The earth dissolved into its quarks
For her value of T-del-eta was too big

Volcanic ash in the gulf stream
El Nino raining down ice cream
with no pundits to advise us
left to our own devices

And the people we admired most
All the great religions that we boast
Well, like us, they wre all turned to toast.

Repent... the end ... is nigh.

 

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Godeskain

Orph, I'm sitting here at my disk with just the biggest grin on my face. Thank you, I do
believe it's my very first songfic.

If i've never told you this, you rock!

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D.Rabbit
Bravo Orpheus!

That's a keeper, that is, if there was anyplace left to keep it?
It's been so long since I've read one of your filks, I've forgotten how excellent you are at
it.
Thank you.

Dare I ask for an encore?

 

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Orpheus
Only for you, D.Rabbit, and those who remember the Summer of Love
(With apologies to Scott McKenzie and "If you're Going to San Francisco")

If you're asking the Orph for Encores

If you're asking the Orph for encores,
Be sure to pack some earplugs in your ears.
If you're asking the Orph for encores,
They'd surely count as WMD here.

For those who ask the Orph for encores,
are just the kind of evil-doers whom
would delight in Godeskian nightmares,
ugly visions of human race's doom.

All across the nation
There's a strange vibration, mmm-mmm
Buildings in motion

Must be HAARP emanations
or some worse explanation. Uh oh,
here comes the ocean. Get the antigerm lotion!

Yes, those who ask the Orph for encores
Oh what war crimes, they must be capable of.
They would rift down to the Earth's ver-y core
for they think it's time for an Abyss kind of love.

[softly, fading]
If you ask the Orph for encores
You just might get what you've been asking for


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D.Rabbit

From one WMD to another, ((((((((Orpheus my Callidus)))))))

My machinations of mass immolation,
Mere mean-time moments of merriment!
Motivated by motionless time, bloom.

Many may mock my monstrous methods,
Of impeding mans’ maniacal manufacturing’s.
Moronic morality promises eminent doom.

BOOM

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