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Irene: Inevitably, a mutant song.

Hurricane Irene has been tearing up the East Coast of North America, raining hard, disrupting plans, unnerving residents, tearing some things up, killing a few people, and generally being a large storm hitting a place that is generally sturdily built but isn't really thoroughly prepared for these things.

Naturally the internet is responding. "Goodnight Irene" is a song I know well from childhood; Uncle Skippy used to sing it a lot. (I suspect part of that may have been due to Woman-Related Angst, in hindsight.) (For those unfamiliar with the song, it has cheerful themes like a married man in love with another woman who may or may not be underage depending on the version of the song, suicidal ideation, and related.)

Here's one version: http://youtu.be/3dO_WuCiaxk

Now, the "stop your rambling, stop your gambling" verse has mutated in my head as I'm singing along. As these things do. So here I share with you:

Stop your rambling, stop your gambling
Stop staying up late online
Go home to your wife and family,
Go home to your kids, you swine.

Depending on the state of my brain when "Goodnight Irene" strikes me, the song may or may not ... mutate further.


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Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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