Parody of “Thinking of You / The Cruel War”, words and music by
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Reprinted from Songworm 3
This parody was sung by Julia Ecklar on Roundworm
Parody lyrics ©1988-06-17 by Bob Kanefsky. All rights reserved. The copyright of the original lyrics and music remain with the holder(s) of the original copyright.
Parody of “Thinking of You / The Cruel War”, words and music by Jean Stevenson and traditional
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This is about the dilemma facing the trio in the middle section of The Gods Themselves by Isaac Asimov.
/ / Wishing
/ / For a child to hold.
/ / Make me one,
/ / Lovers.
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Our whole population / /
Is dwindling in size, / /
We must find new sources / /
Before our demise. / /
/ In the setting Sun, /
/ Melancholy is my friend; /
/ And I grudge my love, dreading the day /
/ My life will someday end. /
We must find new sources. / / Trembling
Unlikely that we will. / / In the dark of night.
It's a cruel fact of Nature / / Comfort me,
That stars run downhill. / / Lover.
A cruel fact of Nature; / / Shivering
We're grasping now at straws / / In the winter chill.
As we look for a loophole / / Care for me,
In entropy's laws. / / Lover.
/ Sorrow seizes me / Needing
/ After every time we melt / You to warm our way.
/ And I search my soul, needing to know / Melt with us,
/ Why I should feel such guilt. / Lover.
/ Blending blissfully, / Worried
/ Passing days I can't recall. / You're so weak and thin.
/ So I starve myself, sensing a fate / Eat for us,
/ I feel I should forestall. / Lover.
We've found a solution: / Sorrow seizes me / Needing
A Universe outside. / After every time we melt / You to warm our way.
And both worlds will prosper; / And I search my soul, needing to know / Melt with us,
We'll serve as their guide. / Why I should feel such guilt. / Lover.
And both worlds will prosper, / Blending blissfully, / Worried
But not for very long; / Passing days I can't recall. / You're so weak and thin.
For their Sun will go nova / So I starve myself, sensing a fate / Eat for us,
Its size is all wrong. / I feel I should forestall. / Lover.
Their Sun will go nova: / /
Abundant heat and light! / /
It's a long-term solution / /
To our race's plight. / /
A long-term solution, / Such insanity! /
Though not without a cost. / You would lure them to their fall, /
For our own race's future, / When they trusted us, helping a plan /
A world must be lost. / You knew would kill them all! /
/ / Sorrow
/ / In the midst of joy.
/ / Join with us,
A world must be lost. / Kill . . . them . . . all! / Lover.
Sung with three overlapping voices, synching on the first stressed syllable of each verse.
I’m told even Technical Difficulties has never tried to do the original live; the version on tape was mixed in the studio.