A bit more school spirit, please!

[darcydodo]

Because the Stanford Mendicants apparently can't find enough school spirit to even rewrite one of their songs for the Big Sing, I've taken the liberty of writing appropriate words to a staple of their repertoire, Brown-Eyed Girl. I think they should sing this version, preferably always, but certainly for the Big Sing. (Oh, and thumbs up to all the Berkeley groups, who sounded Awesome with a capital A, unlike the three groups from down on the farm.)

Hey where did we go,
Days of the Big Game
Down to the field,
Watchin' our team play,
Making lots of touchdowns, hey hey,
While our fans were cheering
In the Stanford section seats with
Our hearts a-thumpin' and you
My Stanford girl,
You my Stanford girl.

Whatever happened
To tailgating parties,
Listening to the touchdowns
On a transistor radio,
Standing in the sunlight laughing
As we scored three more points,
Jumpin' and a-yellin'
All around the parked cars, with you
My Stanford girl,
You my Stanford girl.

Do you remember when we used to win,
La la la la la la la la la long ago

So hard to find my way,
Now that the axe is gone.
I saw it just the other day,
My how it seems so long,
Cast my memory back there, Lord,
Sometime I'm overcome thinking 'bout
Winning back our precious axe
At the stadium with you,
My Stanford girl
You my Stanford girl.

Do you remember when we used to win,
La la la la la la la la la long ago


ETA: Also well done to go_bears2005 for organizing such a smoothly-running Big Sing!

Comments

[ilgattopardo.livejournal.com]

Very nice. But isn't the correct spelling "Stanfurd"? :-)

This reminds me of some graffiti I saw years ago in the men's loos in the basement of Dwinelle (always a promising resource for such things).

(First hand): "I dare you to leave your pants in here and walk down the corridor naked!"

(Second hand, underneath): "Go Bares!!"

[go-bears2005.livejournal.com]

hahah! that's great! Mendicants are just so nice people though that I really can't see them rewriting a song to be mean... they're not like Counterpoint who called us whores... us... the people in jeans and a t-shirt as opposed to see-through tops... oh well... Thanks for coming! I hope it was entertaining! :D

GO Bears!
P.S. Are you going to the Big Game?

[darcydodo]

I know, Stacy and Kristen and I were sitting there going "oh my god, how can Counterpoint even talk?!"

Can't go to the Big Game, I'm down in LA for the weekend. I've still never been... shall one day, though. I've got time left. ;)

[darcydodo]

Hee. :)

isn't the correct spelling "Stanfurd"

Well, yes, but I want them to sing the song, see, and they might be sensitive about us pointing out that they can't spell when we give them the lyrics.

(One of my favorite Cal shirts at the moment is the one reading "FURD STANFUCK.")

[jrtom.livejournal.com]

Nice. I always appreciate a good glass of filk in the morning--it does a body good.

[darcydodo]

Got filk?

so glad you asked. ;)

[jrtom.livejournal.com]

Why, yes, I do....

"Stake Through Your Heart"

Well in a hundred years from now
They will attempt to tell us how
A special kind of dentifrice
Will make innocuous your kiss

A polymeric chain
Will maybe paralyze your brain
Biochemics will advance
And eliminate your trance

But why ever should I care
When there are branches everywhere
Formed by vampire hunters' art
Become stakes through your heart

A future sugar coated pill
Would only give you time to kill
I think they're working far too much
For the redundancy of touch

But what will make you mine
Is a simple stick of pine
Formed by vampire hunters' art
Becomes a stake through your heart

Don't come in my door
I have UV lights
Don't come in my door
With you I will sweep the floor
Don't come in my door
You've no invite nor right
Don't come in my door
You will lose your "life"
I'll be through...when there's no one like you...

There is a future that I fear
More than vampires, ghouls, or were: [pronounced "we're"]
You say you've all withdrawn your fangs
But on your word our safety hangs

So even if you're cured
There's only one way to be sure:
With a vampire hunter's art
I'll put stakes through your heart

If we should seek immunity
To love you with impunity
'Twould be a foolish thing to do
We'd sacrifice ourselves to you

There's only one true way:
Every one of you I'll slay
I must therefore play my part
And put stakes through your heart

Don't come in my door
I have UV lights
Don't come in my door
With you I will sweep the floor
Don't come in my door
You've no invite nor right
Don't come in my door
You will lose your "life"
I'll be through...when there's no one like you...

[Which, oddly, was written in 2001, before I had become much of a Buffy fan. It just...flowed.]

(And I like your icon choice. I do like tea with my filk--it eases the throat after a long evening of filking--even if that does sometimes mean that I accidentally have tilk instead. But then, I am a T rather than an F.)

[inkgeist.livejournal.com]

I never knew you were so spirited! Excellent work - it totally made my day :D

[darcydodo]

Glad you like. :) I'm really only spirited when it comes to UCCE (UC Choral Ensembles), but that kind of spills over to having general school spirit. And I did go to the Bonfire Rally last year. :)

[ilgattopardo.livejournal.com]

Well, yes, but I want them to sing the song, see, and they might be sensitive about us pointing out that they can't spell when we give them the lyrics.

Fair point, but you're assuming that they'd notice. Their parents may be millionaires, but who said they could actually read down there?

Oh, it's such fun being mean!

[inkgeist.livejournal.com]

Wow, what was it like? I have to admit I never went to one despite all the stanfurd trash talking I find myself doing at the slightest provocation :)

[darcydodo]

Lots of fun, but it couldn't decide whether it was boiling (when the fire was high) or freezing (during the rest of the time). It's a good way to learn our cheers.