filk song for J.J.

[trekkist]

Love Song to J. Jacob Abrams
(with thanks & apologies to Steve Cash & Randle Chowning)

It’s astounding;
Time is fleeting;
The Franchise takes its toll.
But watch closely.

The past’s no longer.

Try hard to keep control.
I remember doing the re-runs
Drinking those hours when
Six series would take me

The TV would be calling:

“Let’s do the re-runs again.
Let’s do the re-runs again.”

It’s just a change to the time-line

That’s what they tell me to think

Put hands over your eyes

And keep your mouth closed tight.
But it’s those damned lens flares
That really drive me insane!
Let’s do the re-runs again!
Let’s do the re-runs again!

It’s so queasy, oh fantasy free me
So I can’t see it, no not at all.
From some new dimension, with
Monetary intention,
Dumb and thoughtless, he does call

“Do a bit of a mind flip
You’ll love my time slip
And nothing will ever be the same.
Space out on sensation”

Like you’re under seDAtion!

“Don’t do the re-runs again!
Don’t do the re-runs again!”

Well I was walking down the street
Just a-having a think
When a snake of a guy gave me an evil wink.
He shook-a me up, he took me by surprise.
He had Hollywood chops and the devil’s eyes.
He stared at me and I felt a change.
Canon was gone, would never be again.

Let’s do the re-runs again!
Let’s do the re-runs again!

It’s just a change to the time-line

That’s what they tell me to think

Put hands over your eyes

And keep your mouth closed tight.
But it’s those damned lens flares
That really drive me insane!
Let’s do the re-runs again!
Let’s do the re-runs again!