I wrapped them into two lines manually, to keep the board from being fat. What does t ul do again, and what does it stand for?

If you like, I'll edit the filk out of my post and you can try again. But I'm too lazy to fool with it any more, unless it's breaking the board for anyone.

And you do realise he's a local Lurky McLurker

Yep. He's sometimes a local lurky mcposter, too - usually in NAFDA. Then all the bronze colored Buffistas (myself included) come out and make like we're on some airport tarmac at the start of the British Invasion, seeing The Beatles for the first time. Then he hides (or possibly goes and does a spell, himself - I'm not sure).

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It breaks the flow to break the lines... but that's just me, cause I know the tune.

Lessee...

This is what t ul does

Are you Australian? Or do you just want to be?

Once a quipy Slayer camped by a hellymouth
Under the shade of a California tree
And she sang as she watched and waited till her mocha boiled
"Who'll come a-waltzing a demon with me?"

Down came a vampire to drink at the bronzy club
Up jumped the Slayer and grabbed him in glee
And she sang as she dusted him away with her pointy stick
"You'll come a-waltzing, O' demon, with me'".

Up rode the Master a-riding his demon dog
Up rode her Xander - her scared cavalry,
"Where's that vamp that you've got in your Slayer's bag?",
"You'll come a-waltzing O' Slayer with me".

But the Slayer she up and jumped into the water hole
Drowning herself by the California tree,
But her Xander breathed life and she sealed up the hellymouth,
"Who'll come a-waltzing some demons with me?"

Anzac Day- if I had to be in a foxhole, I just as soon be in one with an Australian. I'm just sayin'...

Yep. He's sometimes a local lurky mcposter, too - usually in NAFDA. Then all the bronze colored Buffistas (myself included) come out and make like we're on some airport tarmac at the start of the British Invasion, seeing The Beatles for the first time. Then he hides (or possibly goes and does a spell, himself - I'm not sure).

Not quite how he tells the story. Except for the bit about the spell :)

wow. I really broke the board the first time.

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Ahh, that's much better, Julie. I was having such trouble putting the words to the proper tune with the funny line breaks (though having the Sneaker Pimps playing in the background wasn't helping either, I suppose).

There are so many reasons why Waltzin' Matilda would be a better national anthem than the one we've got. (Exhibit A: "Our home is girt by sea". Someone should ban the word 'girt', it just ain't right). Sure, as is the song's major theme seems to be that we admire those with the guts to off themselves and save the state the trouble of incarcerating them, but I'm willing to compromise a lot to avoid singing "For those who've come across the seas, We've boundless plains to share" because the current hypocrisy of those lines makes my teeth hurt. Also, I'd now be able to mumble the filky version to myself - it'd be instant entertainment for those dull anthem-requiring functions!

Edit - Hee, Julie ya seemed to have dropped a tag. Tho' it does make my rambling more compact...And now it's fixed, so nevermind.

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Exhibit A: "Our home is girt by sea". Someone should ban the word 'girt', it just ain't right

Personally, there's far too much toiling in there for my tastes!

Edit - Hee, Julie ya seemed to have dropped a tag. Tho' it does make my rambling more compact...And now it's fixed, so nevermind.

I did? It did? It is? I won't :)

And on edit I can see that I was still editing my html after you posted. So I guess that cleared up one little mystery. Four thousand three hundred twenty one to go. No! Wait! That's tears, right? hm.. I wonder how many more little mysteries there are??

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I kinda like girt assuming that's Aussie for girded.

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Girt is a good old English word, from the same root as garter and girder and girdle.

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So it is girded. I feel girt by that knowledge, not in my loinage area necessarily, just a general, overall girt. Girt ist good.

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Girt ist good

s'alright for you folk that are gartered by Canada and girdled by Mexico.

What did we get girt by? The Pacific. And the Pacific isn't terrific.

And the Atlantic isn't romantic. And the black sea isn't what it's cracked up to be

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I got up early this morning to take care of Spikelet, read the Waltzing Matilda filk and went back to bed. The second time I woke up (yes, spikelet again) I realized I'd been writing filk to the tune of the Gilligan's Island theme song in my dreams:

There once was a mighty slayer lass
a watcher brave and true...

That's just... now I know for sure that having too many children too close together breaks your brain.

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That's just... now I know for sure that having too many children too close together breaks your brain.

Okay, that explains Cindy.
The boy? Not so much :)

There once was a mighty slayer lass
a watcher brave and true...

A spirit gal and a hearty lad
make up our core four crew

which is exactly why there are international treaties banning me from filking!!

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