It wasn't until after I wrote this that I started looking to see
who else might have done something like it. I know I must have
read the Phil Mills version when Xeno 181 was published (in
2019), and it does look familiar. Fortunately, I took a somewhat
different approach to the subject.

Three other notes: I don't compose, so this is absolutely not
about me. I didn't rhyme any pronouns, so you can swap in any
(one-syllable) one you want. It gets a bit repetitious after the
last verse because I try to write to the original as it's sung;
if anyone wants to sing mine, feel free to abbreviate as
desired.

Title: Killing Me Slowly With My Song
ttto: Killing Me Softly With His Song by Norman Gimbel & Charles Fox

Hearing my tune as I wrote it
Hearing those parody words
Killing me slowly with anger
Blood pressure rising, I listen
All of my nuance derided
Maybe I'll kill him, for this filk

One day I wrote a good song
It even made me smile
But now there's this new version
I think is oh so vile
And now I sit in circle
Pretend it's all good fun

I'm hearing my tune as I wrote it
Hearing those parody words
Killing me slowly with anger
Blood pressure rising, I listen
All of my nuance derided
Maybe I'll kill him, for this filk

I feel all flushed with fury
I'm seething at the crowd
They come in on the chorus
The singer is so proud
I have to sit politely
Although I'm dying while...

I'm hearing my tune as I wrote it
Hearing those parody words
Killing me slowly with anger
Blood pressure rising, I listen
All of my nuance derided
Maybe I'll kill him, for this filk

The song is almost over
And soon the crowd will clap
I'll have to cheer right with them
And glorify this crap
I can't be seen as petty
Good sports take in stride...

This hearing my tune as I wrote it
Hearing those parody words
Killing me slowly with anger
Blood pressure rising, I listen
All of my nuance derided
Maybe I'll kill him, for this filk

Hearing my tune as I wrote it
Hearing those parody words
Killing me slowly with anger
Blood pressure rising, I listen
All of my nuance derided
Maybe I'll kill him, for this filk

Hearing my tune as I wrote it
Hearing those parody words
Killing me slowly with anger
Blood pressure rising, I listen
All of my nuance derided
Maybe I'll kill him

He was playing my tune
But he was singing his own words
Killing me slowly with anger
Blood pressure rising, I listen
All of my nuance derided
Maybe I'll kill him, for this filk

My lyrics copyright 2021 by Arthur Tansky. License granted for
non-commercial, non-political archiving and performance as long as:
1. copyright notice is maintained, and
2. no money changes hands.

--
Arthur T. - ar23hur "at" pobox "dot" com

Guessing a lyricist's opinions from his songs is as futile as
guessing an author's opinions from his novels.

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