So, no sooner had I returned from the UK, I booked another flight. We are officially going to Consonance. We’d been sortakinda planning this for some time, and I’d given our membership cheque to patoadam back at Gafilk, but until I was sure where the money situation was, I was reluctant to actually book the flights. But the flights are booked, so we’re definitely going to be at the con!
Month: February 2007
Two things to note about this song. First of all, I have no idea what Ben Wakeman is going to think when he finds out we turned his beautiful song into this parody. I hope he’ll forgive us.
Second, this is really all for cadhla. Or all because of her. Or something.
Outbreak
by Rob Wynne and Larissa March
To the tune of: “The Overall Distance” by Ben Wakeman
Thirty miles from Memphis
There’s a wreck on the Interstate
Some folks burn and die,
While the rest reanimate.
They start to shamble towards my car
I think my time is running out
At first I feared they’d want to eat my brain
But now I don’t have any doubt.
It’s not the overall death toll,
But all the zombies on the way,
That send you fleeing from your home,
Make you run further every day.
There’s a dead woman next to me,
Right outside my Oldsmobile.
Half her body’s gone,
She’s too horrific to be real.
So young to be undead,
But she’s clawing at the door,
I think I could take her out myself,
But here come half a dozen more.
It’s not the overall death toll,
But all the zombies on the way,
That send you fleeing from your home,
Make you run further every day.
There’s a corpse standing by the on ramp
Gnawing on a dying man
His coat is stained with blood
He’s got a brain clutched in his hand
I could chop him into bits
And at first I think I will,
But his friends are closing in on me
And there’s more of them than I can kill.
It’s not the overall death toll,
But all the zombies on the way,
That send you fleeing from your home,
Make you run further every day.
There’s a terror I start to feel
I turn and run through open fields
I know the zombies are hot on my trail
And i won’t have a future if I fumble and fail
I’m a man on the run and I don’t know how long my life will last
I must escape the undead
I must escape the undead — run fast!
Run fast!
Got home about 8pm Atlanta time. I have been fed. I have been snuggled. Now I shall sleep.
I’m sitting at the gate with bill and brenda.
Whoever said the heart cannot reside in two places is an idiot. Mines currently in at least five.
Miss you all already, Love you all. I’ll report in on the other side.
I am in London, safe and sound, and with only a small bit of drama. I have napped, so I don’t even feel like the walking dead anymore. But I will post about all that later. This is a memepost:
