Parody of “Singer in the Shadow”, words and music by
Cynthia McQuillin
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Parody lyrics ©1987-03-29 by Bob Kanefsky. All rights reserved. The copyright of the original lyrics and music remain with the holder(s) of the original copyright.
I | Am see | her at the | G filk | sing, a gui | Am tar | clutched in her | G hand | , |
And she | Am waits | until her | G turn | comes, | Am just | like | G an | y | Am fan | . |
But she writes the darkest | G songs | that I’ve | Am heard | any | G fil | ker | Am play | , |
And I | Am know | I’ll stay to | G hear | her u | Am ntil | the | G light | of | Am day | . |
She’s a | D sin | ger of the | Am sha | dow |
In the | G sha | dow of | Am filk | . |
She | D writes | and plays the | Am weird | est songs, |
And | G her | kind is our | Am ilk | . |
She greets the filkers sweetly and then sings of death and gore,
Or of incubi who drain you dry and leave you wanting more,
Or of undead monsters sucking out the lifeblood of their prey,
Who hunt you down at nighttime and shun the light of day.
(Chorus)
But her soul is caught in torment; she is clearly torn by strife.
Such horrid themes from one who seems a sweetheart in real life!
And she writes at least a dozen songs a month, or so they say.
And I’d hate to see what horrors don’t see the light of day.
(Chorus)