Call me Trek's Don McLean!
Okay, okay. I'm not that vain. But not too long ago, the idea came to me to write a kind of Trek-spoof of McLean's classic "American Pie", wherin I write of the history of the phenomenom, with the framing story of the "second dark time" when, just as I had became a full-fledged fan--I learned that Enterprise was to be cancelled.
I finished it a few days ago, and, with the encouragement of my good friend, the continuity-minded legend Deranged Nasat, I now submit it here, for the approval of my brothers and sisters of Fandom. I hope you will all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
(For those of you who don't remember the original song, here's a link, with lyrics. Much of my take's structure is based off of the original wording:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4l6RlWes3QM )
Finally...be on the lookout for some subtle, or not-so-subtle puns. Namely...there's a reason I capitalize The New Guys and The Old Show.
Okay. Here goes:
A long, long time ago,
I can still remember
How The New Guys…used to make me smile…
And I knew if it got a chance,
That Jonathan’s old prequel dance
Would make the people happy…for a while….
But springtime news, it made me shiver—
It said the boys could not deliver.
Four years built the doorstep…
They couldn’t take…one more step?
I found that I just wouldn’t cry—
I was…wishing it was all a lie…
Did it feel this way inside—
That day…The Old Show died?
Oh, guys, guys on the Enterprise—
Never failing to be sailing, all over the skies.
Beaming down, with a red-shirted guy—
Who’s thinking, “This could be the day that I die….”
Oh, “This could be the day that I—die.”
Do you believe in future love?
That tomorrow sees us up above—
If the Great Bird tells you so?
Do you believe in the Mighty Three?
That they all speak for you and me,
And—can you teach how IDIC all should go?
Well I know that you all cheered for Jim,
As they shot around and pounded him—
While two guys gave their dues…
Man, I dig those boys in blues!
It was a five-year road, tight on the buck—
But three years in, it all ran amuck,
I guess they just ran out of luck
The day…The Old Show died.
They started singing:
Guys, guys on the Enterprise—
Never failing to be sailing, all over the skies.
Beaming down, with a red-shirted guy—
Who’s thinking, “This could be the day that I die….”
Oh, “This could be the day that I—die.”
So, for ten years, you were on your own,
A cartoon keeping you not alone,
But it wasn’t how it used to be….
Well, the Kahn man paid his devil’s dues,
And George and Gracie all sang the blues,
And a voice…of hope for you and me!
Oh, and while old Jim rode down the plains,
The wise man came to take the reins.
Well, Tasha fell to ground…
Oh, but this one’s sure and sound!
And while two more wrapped up all the ends,
The seven-year New Guys made amends,
But the wise man wept at different trends,
The day…that Jim boy died.
He was singing:
Guys, guys on the Enterprise—
Never failing to be sailing, all over the skies.
Beaming down, with a red-shirted guy—
Who’s thinking, “This could be the day that I die….”
Oh, “This could be the day that I—die.”
Wormhole Junction, yet another function—
The Cards flew out, and Quark had a luncheon—
Across the stars, it brought us fast….
…with rebels fighting through the grass,
And warriors trying for a forward pass,
With the Founders all ensuring it would last…
Now, the eighth life gave her deep perfume—
With the Warrior’s matrimonial tune—
She wanted, then, a dance…
Oh, but they never got a chance!
Well—the princess cast a spell on me.
The boys rode on, to victory!
Do you recall, the fiery sea
The day…the father died?
They stated singing:
Guys, guys on the Enterprise—
Never failing to be sailing, all over the skies.
Beaming down, with a red-shirted guy—
Who’s thinking, “This could be the day that I die….”
Oh, “This could be the day that I—die.”
Oh, and there they were all in one place,
A crew or two, all lost in space—
Having, there, to start again…
So come on: Kes be ready, grow up quick!
Kathryn held up a candlestick
Because…fire is the cyborg’s only friend….
Oh…and as The New Guys took the stage,
The wise man fought all filled with rage.
Then, Insurrection day…
When they’d take that youth away!
And—as the lost came back by fiery night,
The clone lit the sacrificial light.
I saw Shinzon laughing with delight,
The day…the good man died.
He was singing:
Guys, guys on the Enterprise—
Never failing to be sailing, all over the skies.
Beaming down, with a red-shirted guy—
Who’s thinking, “This could be the day that I die….”
Oh, “This could be the day that I—die.”
Well, Jon and boys all sang the blues.
We asked B and B for happy news.
The powers sighed, and turned away….
I went down to the big blue store,
Where I found the ones from years before…
But the day came, when the music wouldn’t play….
And in that night, the Purists screamed…
The new kids cried, and the writers dreamed…
But not a hope was given….
Some harsh words all were driven….
Then, a man many admire most—
He went to go revive a ghost…
He said he’d turn all back, at most—
The day…The Old Show died.
And he was singing…
Guys…guys on the Enterprise…
Never failing to be sailing, all…over the skies.
Beaming down…with a red-shirted guy—
Who’s thinking, “This could be the day that I die….”
Oh, “This could be the day that I…die.”
We’ll be singing:
Guys, guys on the Enterprise…
Never failing to be sailing, all over the skies.
Beaming down, with a red-shirted guy—
Who’s thinking—
“This could be the day that I die.”
Well, folks, that's done. Please comment. Thanks for reading.
Okay, okay. I'm not that vain. But not too long ago, the idea came to me to write a kind of Trek-spoof of McLean's classic "American Pie", wherin I write of the history of the phenomenom, with the framing story of the "second dark time" when, just as I had became a full-fledged fan--I learned that Enterprise was to be cancelled.
I finished it a few days ago, and, with the encouragement of my good friend, the continuity-minded legend Deranged Nasat, I now submit it here, for the approval of my brothers and sisters of Fandom. I hope you will all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

(For those of you who don't remember the original song, here's a link, with lyrics. Much of my take's structure is based off of the original wording:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4l6RlWes3QM )
Finally...be on the lookout for some subtle, or not-so-subtle puns. Namely...there's a reason I capitalize The New Guys and The Old Show.

Okay. Here goes:
A long, long time ago,
I can still remember
How The New Guys…used to make me smile…
And I knew if it got a chance,
That Jonathan’s old prequel dance
Would make the people happy…for a while….
But springtime news, it made me shiver—
It said the boys could not deliver.
Four years built the doorstep…
They couldn’t take…one more step?
I found that I just wouldn’t cry—
I was…wishing it was all a lie…
Did it feel this way inside—
That day…The Old Show died?
Oh, guys, guys on the Enterprise—
Never failing to be sailing, all over the skies.
Beaming down, with a red-shirted guy—
Who’s thinking, “This could be the day that I die….”
Oh, “This could be the day that I—die.”
Do you believe in future love?
That tomorrow sees us up above—
If the Great Bird tells you so?
Do you believe in the Mighty Three?
That they all speak for you and me,
And—can you teach how IDIC all should go?
Well I know that you all cheered for Jim,
As they shot around and pounded him—
While two guys gave their dues…
Man, I dig those boys in blues!
It was a five-year road, tight on the buck—
But three years in, it all ran amuck,
I guess they just ran out of luck
The day…The Old Show died.
They started singing:
Guys, guys on the Enterprise—
Never failing to be sailing, all over the skies.
Beaming down, with a red-shirted guy—
Who’s thinking, “This could be the day that I die….”
Oh, “This could be the day that I—die.”
So, for ten years, you were on your own,
A cartoon keeping you not alone,
But it wasn’t how it used to be….
Well, the Kahn man paid his devil’s dues,
And George and Gracie all sang the blues,
And a voice…of hope for you and me!
Oh, and while old Jim rode down the plains,
The wise man came to take the reins.
Well, Tasha fell to ground…
Oh, but this one’s sure and sound!
And while two more wrapped up all the ends,
The seven-year New Guys made amends,
But the wise man wept at different trends,
The day…that Jim boy died.
He was singing:
Guys, guys on the Enterprise—
Never failing to be sailing, all over the skies.
Beaming down, with a red-shirted guy—
Who’s thinking, “This could be the day that I die….”
Oh, “This could be the day that I—die.”
Wormhole Junction, yet another function—
The Cards flew out, and Quark had a luncheon—
Across the stars, it brought us fast….
…with rebels fighting through the grass,
And warriors trying for a forward pass,
With the Founders all ensuring it would last…
Now, the eighth life gave her deep perfume—
With the Warrior’s matrimonial tune—
She wanted, then, a dance…
Oh, but they never got a chance!
Well—the princess cast a spell on me.
The boys rode on, to victory!
Do you recall, the fiery sea
The day…the father died?
They stated singing:
Guys, guys on the Enterprise—
Never failing to be sailing, all over the skies.
Beaming down, with a red-shirted guy—
Who’s thinking, “This could be the day that I die….”
Oh, “This could be the day that I—die.”
Oh, and there they were all in one place,
A crew or two, all lost in space—
Having, there, to start again…
So come on: Kes be ready, grow up quick!
Kathryn held up a candlestick
Because…fire is the cyborg’s only friend….
Oh…and as The New Guys took the stage,
The wise man fought all filled with rage.
Then, Insurrection day…
When they’d take that youth away!
And—as the lost came back by fiery night,
The clone lit the sacrificial light.
I saw Shinzon laughing with delight,
The day…the good man died.
He was singing:
Guys, guys on the Enterprise—
Never failing to be sailing, all over the skies.
Beaming down, with a red-shirted guy—
Who’s thinking, “This could be the day that I die….”
Oh, “This could be the day that I—die.”
Well, Jon and boys all sang the blues.
We asked B and B for happy news.
The powers sighed, and turned away….
I went down to the big blue store,
Where I found the ones from years before…
But the day came, when the music wouldn’t play….
And in that night, the Purists screamed…
The new kids cried, and the writers dreamed…
But not a hope was given….
Some harsh words all were driven….
Then, a man many admire most—
He went to go revive a ghost…
He said he’d turn all back, at most—
The day…The Old Show died.
And he was singing…
Guys…guys on the Enterprise…
Never failing to be sailing, all…over the skies.
Beaming down…with a red-shirted guy—
Who’s thinking, “This could be the day that I die….”
Oh, “This could be the day that I…die.”
We’ll be singing:
Guys, guys on the Enterprise…
Never failing to be sailing, all over the skies.
Beaming down, with a red-shirted guy—
Who’s thinking—
“This could be the day that I die.”
Well, folks, that's done. Please comment. Thanks for reading.

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