Re: OVFF : Twofers - Pegasus intermission

Hi. Wanted to say "thanks" for the mention & the kind words.

So.

Thanks.

Lyrics to both those songs and many other better ones are either now
posted or will one day be posted on my website-in-progress,
www.blindlemmingchiffon.com, along with some horrid photos of me (there
are no other kind) & one measly MP3 of an old folk song. Also on my
site you will find more than one explanation of the name, where it came
from, what I prefer to be called, etc. etc. under "Interview" or
"Rants" or something like that.

Speaking of pain killers, and straying completely off-topic (as I
always do) here's a poem I wrote last year (hey, it's a parody, so it
ties in with filk, sort of) when I had a bad cold.

It's a parody of La Belle Dame Sans Merci by John Keats, the highlights
of which are:

"O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, alone and palely loitering?"

and

"And I awoke and found me here, on the cold hill's side."

I don't know if anyone has ever set the Keats poem to music, though it
wouldn't surprise me.

There is a brief reference to "here is little effie's head/whose brains
are made of gingerbread" by E.E. Cummings.

Sudafed is a brand name for pseudo-ephedrine, which means fake
ephedrine. Drugs in the ephedrine family are stimulants, and
pseudo-ephedrine is both a decongestant and a popular raw material used
in the illegal home manufacture of amphetamines.

"La Belle Dame Sans Merci" means something like "the thankless
beautiful woman."

La Belle Tête Sans Rhume (The Beautiful Head Without a Cold)

copyright © 2004 by Blind Lemming Chiffon

O what can ail thee, blighted head,
Searching for pills of red and pink:
The Pepto, and the Sudafed,
So I can think.

O what a fine post-nasal rain
That doth congest my sinuses,
And wreaks such havoc on my brain,
So my doctor says.

I've tried, with rinse of salt water
My passages to irrigate:
Alas, relief doth not occur.
'Tis far too late.

I sought the Lady Ephedrine,
Whose brains are made of gingerbread;
She had a substance, made of spice:
It would clear my head.

I poured a drink to share with her -
(It is not good to drink alone)
I swallowed, and I felt a chill
Deep to the bone.

She rested, on her journey down,
And briefly stuck inside my craw,
As if I'd somehow swallowed whole
A monkey's paw.

As she dissolved, my heart did race,
Until my eyes I could not shut,
The pill, keeping me wide awake,
Deep in my gut.

She heightened so my wakeful state:
My consciousness, alive, did soar,
And there she kept me, in my bliss,
'Til off she wore,

And at that point, I had to crash,
Slept fitfully, from side to side
I thrashed, and dream'd I'd gone along
On the cold pill's ride.

I saw such things I'd never seen -
Don't want to see again, at all -
They cried, "That false, false Ephedrine
Hath thee in thrall."

I saw Ephedrine's giant tongue,
Her dentist crying, "Open, wide."
When I awoke, my head was cleared
By the cold pill's ride.

And that is why I went to work,
Because I took pills, red, and pink:
Although I'm a contagious jerk,
Now, I can think.

Joe Ellis wrote:

> Next is "Blind Lemming Chiffon" (just try making sense of THAT through a
> fog of pain killers...) He played an electric "guitar-lele" with a
> classic "pignose" amp. First song was "Dead People", a zombie parody of
> Randy Newman's "Short People"... "They don't even make music, they
> just... decompose". Second song was "Always set the cat on fire"
> (because I am allergic).

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