NEW FILK fresh from Dragon*Con XXIV
Sep. 6th, 2010 10:12 pmThis was written in a very late night/early morning at the just-completed Dragon*Con during open filk, when
mnemex and
drcpunk were discussing the notoriously convoluted construction of a certain well-known science-fiction convention's longtime base hotel with guest eminence Leslie Fish. Having had firsthand experience of the place myself, and having also had a surfeit of music from
filkertom at his concerts over the weekend, this started congealing in my sleep-deprived head.
LUNACON'S HOTEL
Music: "307 Ale" by Tom Smith
Parody Lyrics: Matt G. Leger
There's many cons you'll see, me lads, in hotels sleek and new;
Atlanta's Marriott, DragonCon's home and Arisia's Boston digs too.
There's Phil- and Mar- and Balticons and damp Disclave as well...
But I think you'll find the strangest site is Lunacon's hotel!
Chorus:
Lunacon's hotel, me lads, Lunacon's hotel,
Some diabolic architect designed it far too well;
You'll spend your weekend wandering confused and sick as hell--
There's no place that you'll ever see like Lunacon's hotel, me lads,
Lunacon's hotel!
It sits upon a hillside just upstate from N-Y-C;
Commuter rail will get you there, but wait until you see
The sixth floor 'neath the second and Floor Two right next to Three;
Lunarians may be used to it, but it still baffles me!
Repeat Chorus
When spring arrives in old Rye Brook - you'd think that folks would learn! -
Like Capistrano's swallows to this rat-maze they return.
The Hilton takes the money from the poor bewildered fen
And some yet wander crooked halls to not be seen again!
Repeat Chorus
The corridors, they double back just when you least expect
And you cannot get where you want because they don't connect!
You'll soon become so turned around, it makes you want to weep--
I swear they move the walls at night when we are all asleep!
Repeat Chorus
There's many con hotels, me lads, but this one takes the cake;
Not even old man Escher any sense of this could make!
An inn built on a tesseract that'll leave you on the roof...
And if you don't believe me, ask the New York fen for proof!
Repeat Chorus: ...sick as hell;
It turns your brain into useless paste, any map you'd draw would be a waste;
But few are built to fannish taste like Lunacon's hotel!
Parody lyrics ©2010 by Matt G. Leger. No infringement on existing copyright is intended or should be inferred. Any use for profit requires prior written consent of all copyright holders; all other uses of lyrics permitted so long as this notice is retained unaltered.
LUNACON'S HOTEL
Music: "307 Ale" by Tom Smith
Parody Lyrics: Matt G. Leger
There's many cons you'll see, me lads, in hotels sleek and new;
Atlanta's Marriott, DragonCon's home and Arisia's Boston digs too.
There's Phil- and Mar- and Balticons and damp Disclave as well...
But I think you'll find the strangest site is Lunacon's hotel!
Chorus:
Lunacon's hotel, me lads, Lunacon's hotel,
Some diabolic architect designed it far too well;
You'll spend your weekend wandering confused and sick as hell--
There's no place that you'll ever see like Lunacon's hotel, me lads,
Lunacon's hotel!
It sits upon a hillside just upstate from N-Y-C;
Commuter rail will get you there, but wait until you see
The sixth floor 'neath the second and Floor Two right next to Three;
Lunarians may be used to it, but it still baffles me!
Repeat Chorus
When spring arrives in old Rye Brook - you'd think that folks would learn! -
Like Capistrano's swallows to this rat-maze they return.
The Hilton takes the money from the poor bewildered fen
And some yet wander crooked halls to not be seen again!
Repeat Chorus
The corridors, they double back just when you least expect
And you cannot get where you want because they don't connect!
You'll soon become so turned around, it makes you want to weep--
I swear they move the walls at night when we are all asleep!
Repeat Chorus
There's many con hotels, me lads, but this one takes the cake;
Not even old man Escher any sense of this could make!
An inn built on a tesseract that'll leave you on the roof...
And if you don't believe me, ask the New York fen for proof!
Repeat Chorus: ...sick as hell;
It turns your brain into useless paste, any map you'd draw would be a waste;
But few are built to fannish taste like Lunacon's hotel!
Parody lyrics ©2010 by Matt G. Leger. No infringement on existing copyright is intended or should be inferred. Any use for profit requires prior written consent of all copyright holders; all other uses of lyrics permitted so long as this notice is retained unaltered.
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