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- about
- Brooke vs. John are a filk duo from British Columbia, Canada. Filk is folk music with a science fiction twist, and Brooke & John are definitely twisted. If you know just what to wear to a mad science cabaret, if you cried when Wash died, if you could make practical use of a sea shanty for bloggers, you'll love this album.
Brooke Lunderville is a pharmacist from Vancouver, BC, and you can detect the influence of her science day-job and her science fiction hobby in the songs she writes. Her compositions range from grim to ridiculous to sad to silly, sometimes in the same song. Her strange metaphors are a refreshing break from the usual singer-songwriter fare, and if you listen closely, you can hear her evil grin.
Brooke plays banjo as well as an unusual hybrid instrument: the banjola. A banjola has the neck of a 5-string banjo and the body of a mandola (a bigger, deeper version of a mandolin.) The result of this mutant alliance is that you can hear Brooke's banjo technique transformed in to the sweet, sustaining tones of a mandola, with a twangy bluegrass twist.
John Caspell has been playing guitars of all kinds for 38 years, and you can hear it. He got his start playing in the London, Ontario folk scene, and discovered filk music - the folk music of science fiction - 18 years ago, and hasn't looked back since. He is renowned for his fingerpicking prowess, his incredible repertoire of hundreds of memorized songs, and his ability to tame the mighty 12-string. On this album he plays a Guild 6-string, a Guild 12-string, and a Tacoma 6-string baritone guitar.
John passed away unexpectedly just after the album was recorded, after being struck by a drunk driver. He is greatly missed by his friends, family, and musical colleagues. We are grateful to have captured recordings of his skillful guitar playing while he was alive - and hope you enjoy listening to them. We miss you so much, John. - credits
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released 19 June 2009
Vocals: Brooke Lunderville & John Caspell
Harmony vocals: Michelle Dockrey
Banjo, banjola: Brooke Lunderville
Guitar: John Caspell
Bass: Peggy Lunderville
Accordion: Rowan Lipkovits
Pirate chorus: Susan Lanphere, Tony Fabris, Michelle Dockrey, Matthew Dockrey
All tracks engineered & produced by Tony Fabris at Monkey Brains Studios, Seattle, Washington.
Mastering by John McCaig at panicStudios, Seattle, Washington. - license
- Some rights reserved. Please refer to individual track pages for license info.
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- Track Name: Livejournal Shanty
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And it's way hey, me lads, click on refresh again
There might be a new posting by one of your friends
Yes it's way hey, me boys, leave a comment or two
It's not like you've got something better to do
It's a hard life a-workin' the livejournal trail
Updating all day and all night without fail
If I didn't, I know that you would be a wreck, as
You'd never discover what I had for breakfast
And it's way hey, me lads...
And it's upload the icons, change your colour scheme
Answer new quizzes, HAUL AWAY at the memes
Write a lengthy disclaimer for your profile page
Advising discretion for those under age
And it's way hey, me lads...
And let's bitch 'cause they changed the UI without telling
My icon's a goat now and it won't check my spelling
I don't ask for much, but I'd like to be told
When the parent company's parent company's
parent company's parent company's
parent company's parent company's
company's been sold
And it's way hey, me lads...
I'm not scared that I'll be found by my employer
If they fire me I'll get an EFF lawyer
But I'm still going to lock all my entries away
My mother learned how to use Google today
And it's way hey, me lads, click on refresh again
There might be a new posting by one of your friends
Yes it's way hey, me boys, leave a comment or two
It's not like you've got something better to do
Yeah, you haven't got anything better to do - Track Name: Runtime Error: Type Mismatch
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You're a Phillips-head bit and I'm a Pozidriv screw
We've got so much in common but you're stripping me away
You're an ethernet cable hoping I'll connect with you
I just want a crimping tool to make you terminate
Honey, this will never work.
You're the wrong next block in tetris
You're a brand new etch-a-sketch
But I don't wanna draw a square
You're co-ax; I'm twisted pair
I'm an SML compiler
And you keep writing GOTOs
Whenever you're a perfect 10
I'm playing Sudoku
You are Captain Kirk's phaser; I am King Arthur's sword
You're a sixteen-letter word and I'm a Scrabble board
You want to triple word score but you'll never fit my grid
You're a pricetag on a sticker; I'm an ebay auction bid
I'm afraid you're not my type.
You're the wrong next block in tetris
You're a brand new etch-a-sketch
But I don't wanna draw a square
You're co-ax; I'm twisted pair
I'm an SML compiler
And you keep writing GOTOs
Whenever you're a perfect 10
I'm playing Sudoku
We run on different voltages and there's no adapter
I'm a herbivorous mammal; You're a velociraptor
You stay up all night and I am strictly diurnal
The chipset on your mainboard's not supported by my kernel
Honey, this will never work.
You're the wrong next block in tetris
You're a brand new etch-a-sketch
But I don't wanna draw a square
You're co-ax; I'm twisted pair
I'm an SML compiler
And you keep writing GOTOs
Whenever you're a perfect 10
I'm playing Sudoku
I'm afraid you're not my type.
Runtime error: type mismatch. - Track Name: I Fell Asleep (Reading the Silmarillion)
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When I first read The Hobbit, it was true love at first sight
And The Lord of the Rings moved me just the same
I couldn't put them down, I'd stay up reading them all night
And when I'd hit the end I'd start again
In short Tolkien was my god
But I feel like such a fraud
And you'll know why when you hear me say:
I fell asleep reading the Silmarillion
Though I tried so very hard to stay awake
Was it the genealogical charts? The poems in ninety two parts?
There's something about that book I just can't take
I fell asleep reading the Silmarillion
Maybe it was those weird albino trees
Beruthiel the Fair? It's just so hard to care!
Oh, professor, couldn't you spice it up for me?
It isn't that I don't like the obscure things that he wrote
I wrote a paper 'bout Appendix A
C minus. I'm so misunderstood.
I'll admit that Roverandom didn't really float my boat
But at least I could stay conscious the whole way
I read his parts of the OED
Even the one on "letter E"
But it didn't stop my narcoleptic ways when:
I fell asleep reading the Silmarillion
Illuvatar's just not an action hero
I need Galadriel to whip me up a magic spell
To bump my interest level up from zero
I fell asleep reading the Silmarillion
On my first attempt and every one thereafter
I feel for those dark ring lords – they weren't evil, they were bored!
Better the one ring than one more chapter
My library has got a really fine Tolkien collection
And the librarian who works there's really... deep.
I wanted to impress him with my erudite selection
So I grabbed the Silmarillion! ...and fell asleep
With a gentle shoulder tap
He woke me from my Tolkien nap
And said "I thought I was the only one!"
Who falls asleep reading the Silmarillion
I know I'm supposed to love it, but I can't
And I think I need not mention that the elf-girls at conventions
Are never going to give me an elf chance (at their elf pants...)
So now we fall asleep reading the Silmarillion
A thousand boring elves with boring names
Yes, we fall asleep reading the Silmarillion
And do you know what, yes, I'll tell you what, we're not ashamed! - Track Name: Orion Swings
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The mountain's snowy top and face of spar
Reflect the moon's serene, indifferent rays
And Venus when she is an evening star
Is undiminished now by lingering day
Orion's distant sword swings overhead
In blessing or in threat? No one can say.
No omen is discerned, no portents read
The meaning of the stars is not betrayed to me.
Through pale and starveling days we bleakly wait
For darkness to be spent and so retreat
For winter to renounce her cold estate
And coax the creeping springtime's mellow heat
Orion's distant sword swings overhead
In blessing or in threat? No one can say.
No omen is discerned, no portents read
The meaning of the stars is not betrayed to me. - Track Name: Lost Moon
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I feel like a lost moon
Hopelessly circling what used to be your favourite place
I wish you'd come back soon
It's harder each orbit to act like it's not empty space
We don't have to become a binary pair
I just want to reside inside your light cone
Won't you give me a sign that you are still there
Gravitation's a game that you can't play alone
Ahhh.....
I feel like a lost moon
Hopelessly circling what used to be your favourite place
I wish you'd come back soon
It's harder each orbit to act like it's not empty space
I have searched every quadrant of the night sky
But your heavenly body is not to be found
How long must I wait to hear your reply?
I keep calling your name, but no echo rebounds
Ahhh.....
I feel like a lost moon
Hopelessly circling what used to be your favourite place
I wish you'd come back soon
It's harder each orbit to act like it's not empty space - Track Name: The Wreck of the Crash of the Easthill Mining Disaster
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Let me tell you the story, as sad as it's true
Of the 17 men of the Easthill Mine crew
They were digging for copper for telephone wires
When the pitshaft was blocked by a terrible fire
Escape was cut off by the flames and the ash
Yet they might have been rescued but for that ship crash
Let me tell you the story, as sad as it's true
Of the 48 sailors and the 17 men of the Easthill Mine crew
The S.S. Kentucky was badly off course
To've arrived in the tailing pond instead of the port
She ran aground in the smoke at the top of the mine
Which also obscured the rail passenger line
Let me tell you the story, as sad as it's true
Of the 94 train passengers, 48 sailors and the 17 men of the Easthill Mine crew
Though your train's engineer may be valiant and skilled
If your train hits a steamship, you're bound to be killed
Yet this terrible wreck would have caused much less fuss
If the train had avoided that yellow school bus
Let me tell you the story, as sad as it's true
Of Miss Mullen's first grade class, the 94 train passengers, 48 sailors and the 17 men of the Easthill Mine crew
Those poor tots and their teacher were on a school visit
To the Easthill Mine's Safety Museum exhibit
Their passing was tragic but mercifully fast -
They probably ne'er saw the puppies caught in the blast
Let me tell you the story, as sad as it's true
Of the 8 orphan puppies, Miss Mullen's first grade class, the 94 train passengers, 48 sailors and the 17 men of the Easthill Mine crew
The dogs had been rescued that day from the pound
And those brave orphan pups to a new life were bound
To a school to be trained as guide dogs for the blind
But their truck's awful luck took them past Easthill Mine
And they avoided the mineshaft
And the ship and the train wrecks
And they swerved around the burning school bus
When suddenly a jet containing 50 tiny babies and the only sample of the cure for cancer crashed in to them in a fiery explosion whose unlikely seismic repercussions triggered a volcanic eruption!
Ohhhhh!
And that was the story, as sad as it's true
Of the lava-covered major urban centres of the eastern seaboard, the 50 tiny babies, the lost cure for cancer, the 8 orphan puppies, Miss Mullen's first grade class, the 94 train passengers, 48 sailors and the 17 men of the Easthill Mine crew - Track Name: At Least I Ain't Humble
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Bad ideas got my home address
They send me chain letters, and I confess
I have been tempted to forward them to you -
What can I say, it's what they tell me to do
I know I'm foolish, but it ain't my fault
I was born without my grain of salt
So when the devil gives me stock tips and love advice
It sounds like sense as best I can scrutinize
I used to get so upset when
I put my foot in my mouth
I guess I'm reconciled to how
It ain't ever gonna come out
So when I've been nine kinds of moron, I
Just wait for number ten to arrive
I can't avoid it so I don't pout or sulk -
I just save myself some money and do it in bulk
No, there ain't no self-improvement plan
for someone of my attention span
I just alternate my boredom with my denial
I've given up - I just try to be stupid with style
Yes, I've given up - I just try to be stupid with style - Track Name: Rosemary & Rue
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The moment I met you, I took a dislike
You were surly and rude; we were too much alike
Now my heart's only wish is to keep faith with you
But all I can offer's rosemary and rue
Rosemary and rue, rosemary and rue
By cut grass and copper, just this can I offer
A lonely bouquet of rosemary and rue.
Like a fool I believed when your green-apple eyes
Proclaimed me a hero in apple-green lies
I gave you my oath that I would help you flee
I promised to save you; instead you saved me
Rosemary and rue, rosemary and rue
By cut grass and copper, just this can I offer
A lonely bouquet of rosemary and rue.
The curse of the evening roses may fade
but your dying glance at me a new curse has laid
It was not I who killed you, but I who betrayed
And I'll count now forever the cost that you paid
Rosemary and rue, rosemary and rue
By cut grass and copper, just this can I offer
A lonely bouquet of rosemary and rue.
By oak, ash and thorn, that is all I can do - Track Name: Oankali Song
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We came to your world after your final war
Continents blackened and burnt
We would not interfere
In your suicide
But curious we sought out your surviving few
As you are drawn to compete
We are drawn to explore
We should have left you alone
In your bodies we found your great contradiction
Intelligence beholden to your hierarchical drive
The destruction you carry within
A colour you can't see
It terrifies us
But in your bodies too we found your beautiful cancer
The power to grow a new limb, to heal from death's door
We are genetic collectors
Hungry for newness
We are seduced by you
It's been two hundred fifty years since we arrived
The Earth has cooled enough
For us to wake you from
Your temporary peace
When we join with you your conflict may destroy us both
Too late for us to say no
Welcome to the Dinso
Lilith Iyapo - Track Name: Mad Science Café
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Lost my job at the paper (The Evening Times-Slander)
And it seems people don't want to hire a crook
But I finally found someone with low enough standards:
Mad Scientist urgently seeks live-in cook
(evil laugh)
He says I must hunch and say "Master!" with deference
But I can't be too picky when money's this tight
And I'm pretty sure he won't be calling my reference
And I get all day off 'cause he only works nights
Now, the kitchen equipment is somewhat unorthodox
There's lava and hydrogen gas in the taps
There are blackmarket kidneys and hearts in the icebox
It's not like back home - but I've learned to adapt!
I make eye of newt and tail of adder
flame broiled on a jacob's ladder
I bring my stews to a rolling boil
In a saucepan on a tesla coil
My bunsen burner's gentle rays
Warm my goat's blood hollandaise
When I'm in a rush I look in
Lovecraft's guide to microwave cooking
(Ah, the nuke-ronomicon! Chapter 1: Tapioca.)
This job isn't perfect; I'm paid in gold fillings
The blood-spattered labcoat is not quite my size
I'd prefer a métier with less ritual killing
But quitting involves my untimely demise
(I don't wanna be the clapped-in-irons chef!)
So I serve zombie wine from haunted casks
in frosty erlyn-meyer flasks
Cheese fondue for Frankenstein's munster
Poison brew for incurable punsters
Embalming fluid man-fillets
Haunted druid canapés
Deep-fried school bus
Hummus of homunculus
Uranium coleslaw
Chicken à la chain saw
Rack of sacrifical lamb
Maple-crusted huma-- "ham"
It ain't easy to work here but I'm optimistic
That my evil employer will soon come to grief
I don't intend murder, but I read statistics:
Mad scientist lifespans are typically brief
So when boss summons demons who rightly take umbrage
Or doesn't give lightning its proper respect
Or carelessly slips as he's crossing the drawbridge
Or gets burned at the stake - I know what to expect.
For I've secretly copied the vault's combination
I'm ready to empty it, then run away
I'll stop by the dungeon and free all the virgins
(They'll make great... waitresses)
And I'm opening my own Mad Science Café! - Track Name: Starlight & Dinosaurs
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Persephone or Whitefall, Earth-that-was -
It doesn't matter where
From the core to the borderlands, there's no
Man can fill this empty chair
River is our pilot now, and
I'm trying to move ahead
But when I look across at her
There's a ghost I see instead
There ought to be a dinosaur, above the console lights
A prehistoric battle scene, to make me feel all right
But the plastic palm tree's gone, with the only one who might
With dinos play
My pilot's Washed away
He pulled off our escape, so
Close, it seemed a miracle to land
One moment of relief until we
Learned the cruel trick fate had planned
We all knew it was risky
The Alliance to defy
And it's nothing I can't handle
You know I've seen men die
Still there really ought to be a dinosaur, right there in easy reach
Whimsical fake reptiles on a wee Jurassic beach
But they're gone and silent now, with the one who used to teach
Us all to smile
Across the black miles
Zoe steps in the control room
Still dressed in mourning white
Her face tells as little as ever
Her hands hold a small box tight
She opens it slowly and takes out
A set of plastic figurines
"We both know these belong here," she says,
And sets them on the radar screen
I pick up the tyrannosaur I haven't seen since his last day
"Mine is an evil laugh!" I can almost hear him say
I look up to meet her stare, and I find we both are wearing
A sad grin - maybe we can begin
Without our leaf on the wind - Track Name: Pop Quiz
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There are blank white dawns in August
When the sun has burned the colour out of the sky
There may be thunder claps and lightning
But when the storm is over you're already dry
There are blank white skies in winter, too
When the clouds stand shoulder to shoulder promising rain
And they're so earnest, they're so faithful
As they prosecute their rounds, I feel I should not complain
But I am wet, so wet
My bones are sodden and damp
I am wet, so wet
I am marked with winter's stamp
Wet, so wet
For February speaks with only one voice:
It's rain or rain, this isn't multiple choice
You can't shake the weather off,
It settles in to you closer than your own name
You can set yourself on fire
But when the smoke is over you will feel the same
Wet, so wet
That moss grows on your north side
Wet, so wet
That the moon imposes a tide
Wet, so wet
For February speaks with only one voice:
It's rain or rain, this isn't multiple choice
It's rain or rain, this isn't multiple choice - Track Name: The Last Page
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I finished your book and
I'm back in the real world
and feeling unshakably blue
The writing was great
and the ending was fitting
I've got no complaints except one:
it's over
I just want to read it again for the first time
fall in love with the hero again
be charmed by your magic, surprised by your villains
and discover the place where I'm home
I stare at that last page and
close my eyes briefly and
try to transport myself there
I flip the page over
there's an ad from your publisher
but no magic door
to that land
I just want to read it again for the first time
fall in love with the hero again
be charmed by your magic, surprised by your villains
and discover the place where I'm home
I close the book gently
put it back on the shelf
the second time's never the same
There's only one cure for
that feeling of loss
start a new book and
keep looking
I just want to read it again for the first time
fall in love with the hero again
be charmed by your magic, surprised by your villains
and discover the place where I'm home
I just want to read it again for the first time
fall in love with the hero again
be charmed by your magic, surprised by your villains
and discover the place where I'm home
where I'm home - Track Name: I Want To Die (Like They Do In Sci-Fi)
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War and starvation fill many a hearse
Heart disease takes two lives for every three
If you die in a car crash, you won't be the first
But I'm hoping there's something less common for me
I want to die like they do in sci-fi!
A really glamourous death, a really famous last breath
I want to die like they do in sci-fi!
I want to do something new, if it's the last thing I do
I could be strangled by quantum entanglement
Or maybe it turns out that comets cause cancer
I'll be unspeakably mangled by Lovecraftian angles
Or burn in the atmosphere like a star dancer
I want to die...
I'll get lunar silicosis, 307 ale cirrhosis
Or crustacean deprivation on the world without shrimp
Maybe an alien probe will laser my frontal lobe
and make me travel back in time to the Hindenberg blimp
I want to die...
I'll be murdered inside a proton super-collider
By an evil AI who didn't like my query
I don't have to decide the best way to have died
I'll do it infinite times thanks to many-worlds theory
I want to die...
I want to die...
AUGHHHHHHH!