Filking with soul

[? the Iq]

Actual Healing  (to the tune of "Sexual Healing" by Marvin Gaye (R.I.P.))

get up, get up, get up, get up
wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up

Ooh Doctor, let's not get killed tonight

Doc. Em, they shot me with a grenade
I need some first aid
And Doctor, I can't hold on much longer
Pain's getting stronger and stronger

And when I get that feeling
I want Actual Healing
Actual Healing, oh Doctor
Makes me feel so fine
doesn't just fool my mind
Actual Healing Doctor, is good for me
Actual Healing is something that's good for me

Whenever Iq blood drops are falling
And my guestimated hp is leaving me
There is something I can do
I can get on the Xeno mind link and call you up baby, and
Doctor, I need to know, do you feel me?
The points you give to me are supposed to heal me
And though fatigue points sound appealing
Oh I can tell you, Doctor, I need Actual Healing

Get up, Get up, Get up, Get up - let's stich me up tonight
Wake up, Wake up, Wake up, Wake up - get those wounds sewn tight

Doc. Em, I got stabbed this morning
This blood's a warning, coming out of me
Doctor I could use some aiding
The light is fading and fading

And when my blood's congealing
I want Actual Healing
Actual Healing is good for me
You can see my spine, beneath that bloody gush
Shouldn't try to fool my mind with your phony rush
Actual Healing, baby, is good for me
Actual Healing is something that's good for me
Yes it's good for me, so don't you hoodwink me
Oh Doctor, ohhh

Come take control of this bullet hole
Heal this body and mind, soon you'll be saving me
Doctor, oh I'm feeling fine
Wait this is just fatigue
What is this, little league?
Oh, this wicked twist of fate
Why couldn't you just operate?

get up, get up, get up, get up - let's stitch me up tonight
wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up - get those wounds sewn tight
(hear me my doctor)
Please don't hate, need you to operate

Like a pig that's stuck I'm squeeling,
I need Actual healing
False fatigue is unappealing,
Compared to Actual Healing,
I gotta have Actual healing, Doctor
Don't want to be a clone
Actual healing, Doctor,
So I can get back home

[? the Iq]

Thanks for the idea, Ryan!

[Lord of Ancients]

Congrats, you are the first filker so you get to fireball Mike this week.

[Eddie Chang]

And when my blood's congealing
I want Actual Healing

 

[Eddie Chang]

GOING TO THE TEMPLE (Sung to the tune of "Going to a Go-Go" by Smokey Robinson and the Miracles

Going to the temple, everybody
Going to the temple, c'mon now
Going to the temple, everybody
Going to the temple, c'mon now

Well there's a place far under the ground
People coming from light years around
They're crawling the ruins
There's a big fight brewin'
And fascists we have to mow down

Going to the temple, everybody
Going to the temple, c'mon now
Don't you wanna go
And that's alright tell me

Going to the temple, everybody
Going to the temple

It doesn't matter if you're a Terran
It doesn't matter if you're an Iq
Take your ol' tube gun
And your galactic sword
And hope Em don't make you sick

Going to the temple, everybody
Going to the temple, c'mon now
Don't you wanna go
And that's alright tell me

Yeah, don't you wanna go, and that's alright, tell me

Going to the temple, everybody
Going to the temple

It doesn't matter if you're low on fatique
It doesn't matter if you're out of your league
I'm telling every being to get down here
It's the booty of the ancients we need

Going to the temple, everybody
Going to the temple, c'mon now
Don't you wanna go
And that's alright, tell me, yeah
That's alright, yeah

[Dr. Em]

Eddie Chang's got a sexy tattoo, now we need a sexy party.

[Náriël Telemnar]

So very nice...

"The Bug Drops On Its Head" (to the tune - poorly - of "Smoke Gets In Your Eyes" by Jerome Kern and Otto Harbach for the musical "Roberta" in 1933.
Recorded by The Platters in 1959)

The blows from Orgo flew,
The tiger hit him too.
So not to disappoint, my sword to anoint,
I spent a karma point.

Tough to avoid the morgue,
Against a big cyborg.
With a teleport, to ensure it’s dead,
The bug drops on its head.

Don’t spend fatigue, but I’ll burn karma,
The Charra has nerves of flint,
Hanging in air, a bug without a care,
Sword with a deadly glint.

The cyborg was all through,
Leaving outside residue,
To fight on and on, but it too winds up dead,
As the bug drops on its head,

The bug drops on its head.

[Lord of Ancients]

These Goons (to the tune Blue Moon by Rodgers & Hart)

These goons,
You know you're not alone
Trying to beam you in the heart
The Iq froze one to the bone.

These goons,
Know just what you're here for
Their masters are saying a prayer for
some kind of unholy terror.

And tearing through space/time before me,
A corpse-girl armed with evil untold
I hear dying soldiers whisper, "Please kill me."
And then they called him Prince,
And the Iq's blood ran cold.

These goons,
Have you in their kill zone
And sure they ain't smart,
But how many rockets do you own?

[Náriël Telemnar]

Eddie Chang's got a sexy tattoo, now we need a sexy party.

We'd settle for a sexy filk, doc.