Farscape filk - Hakuna Hezmana
Oh, yeah, and here's another one I've been meaning to post in here but which I keep forgetting. Copied directally from the rensong entry it was originally posted in:
I have fallen to a new low. I have not figured out if this is a good thing or a bad thing.
For the record, however, this isn't entirely my fault. I was having a conversation with my fellow-Farscape-freak-and-co-moderator-of-StarscapeFic Tiffany last night 'last night' being April 28, 2005, and she "Damned [me] to Hezmana!" for some reason or another. So of *course* I had to respond with the appropriately dorky "Hakuna Hezmana" come back and... it just got worse from there.
But, for those who are interested, I give you what may be the first Farscape/Lion King filk ever written (though you never know what will show up on the internet these days, so I may be wrong on that. And no, I'm not gonna go check for you. :p ) in which Hakuna Matada becomes
Hakun Hezmana
Hakuna-Hezmana... worse than the average game.
Hakuna-Hezmana.... no insanity plaaaaaaaaaaaaay
You know you're screwed... until you're dying day
With this catastrophe... there's no way to end except badly...
Hakuna Hezmana.
When I was a young astronaut
When He was a Young Astro-NOOOOOOOOOUT!
What the heck was that?
Well, *you're* the one who showed me all those Disney movies back on Earth
Riiiight... Anyway. I looked to the stars in the highest esteem; I wanted to find out if I could follow my dream...
Then I got sucked through a hole... And had to start all over again.
If I knew you were this sappy, I never would have slept with you.
Shut up.
And it hurt... every time Rygel sat... up wiiiiiiind.
And oh what a change...
One *hell* of a change
that it brought to your name
Being chased by the insane
You were down on your luck
You're telling me
But at least you got a good f---
Hey! Watch your language!
I was going to say frell... honest.
Hakuna-Hezmana... unwanted call to fame.
Hakuna-Hezmana... Make you go insane.
For there's no chance to find a peaceful hide-away...
There's no harboring... from this genius criminal mind freak...
Hakuna Hezmana...
::softer::: Hankuna Hezmana.
So much drama
I hope you have enough vodka
::snort:: Hakuna Hezmana.
::soft again:: Hakuna Hezmana...
(both/slower/harmony) Ha-kuuu-na... Hez-ma-nnaah. (finish)
~*~
which also happens to turn into another (mini) peek into
my muse closet (part 2)
~*~
"I can't believe she just made us sing that," Aeryn said, flopping down on the couch after their 'big finish' as John called it.
"Yeah," sighed John, stretching out next to her. "It's one of the casualties of being a muse - sometimes you're called upon to do humiliating and otherwise degrading things."
"You're telling me!" scoffed Draco (obviously over hearing the last comment) as he and Harry wandered in to the main room, both of them appearing to have just finished up some practice time judging the broomsticks they were carrying and the rather dusty/grungy practice robes they were wearing. "It took me a week to get all the sticky Jell-O residue out of my hair after that wrestling bit she tossed us into," he continued, making a b-line for the fridge where Harry stood, chugging one bottle of water while he held out another for Draco.
"Yeah, and it took me three weeks" Harry responded, "but I'm not as obsessed with my hair as you are."
Draco snorted - quite a challenge when one is gulping down a 20-oz bottle of water at the same time. "Obviously," he stated after he had finished swallowing, leaving about an inch of water still in the bottle. "And I'm not obsessed, I'm dedicated. Being perfect isn't as easy as it looks, you know."
Harry just rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well, you can just go be 'perfect' in the half-bath - I'm claiming dibs on the master!"
The kid was quick; before Aeryn could even blink, he was on his broom and halfway across the room, leaving Draco rushing to catch up (and she had to admit, he was pretty good too).
The race didn't last for long, though; just as quickly as he had taken off, Harry twisted his body on his Firebolt and directed an "IMPEDIMENTA!" straight at his fellow Seeker's Nimbus 2001. The broomstick came to a dead halt, causing its rider to do a rather comedic head-over-heels fall right off the front of it. Surprisingly agile, Draco managed to twist his body so he hit the floor at a roll, slowing down only for a second or so before continuing his chase on foot. He must really love that bathroom, Aeryn thought. Or at least the wall-sized mirror in there.
It was to no avail, however, as Draco reached the master bathroom door just in time to have Harry slam it in his face. A few minutes of furious pounding and various versions of "THAT'S NOT FAIR! YOU USED MAGIC!" and "But all my hair care products are in there!!" commenced before Draco gave up and stalked to the smaller bathroom down the hall, where he slammed the door with enough force to caused his broomstick - still hanging in mid-air where Harry had "impedimenta"ed it - to clatter to the floor.
John and Aeryn watched this entire scene play out with guarded amusement, not wanting to draw the wrath of either boys. Pulse pistols were all well and good when fire power was comparative to the size of a man's feet (and, you know, just in their general impressive/intimidating-ness), but you never knew *what* the heck could come out of one of the wooden sticks those two carried around.
However, once both doors had been slammed and water could be heard running, they gave in to barely controlled laughter.
"And you want to have kids some day?" Aeryn asked, a few minutes later, still wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.
John groaned melo-dramatically. "Let's just hope to god neither of us has witchcraft in our family history."
~*~
which focuses mostly on the Harry Potter fandom and the Farscape fandom (no, I don't know why it ended up like this either... Blame the muses and consider yourselves lucky Timon and Pumbaa didn't show up.)
I have fallen to a new low. I have not figured out if this is a good thing or a bad thing.
For the record, however, this isn't entirely my fault. I was having a conversation with my fellow-Farscape-freak-and-co-moderator-of-StarscapeFic Tiffany last night 'last night' being April 28, 2005, and she "Damned [me] to Hezmana!" for some reason or another. So of *course* I had to respond with the appropriately dorky "Hakuna Hezmana" come back and... it just got worse from there.
But, for those who are interested, I give you what may be the first Farscape/Lion King filk ever written (though you never know what will show up on the internet these days, so I may be wrong on that. And no, I'm not gonna go check for you. :p ) in which Hakuna Matada becomes
Hakun Hezmana
Hakuna-Hezmana... worse than the average game.
Hakuna-Hezmana.... no insanity plaaaaaaaaaaaaay
You know you're screwed... until you're dying day
With this catastrophe... there's no way to end except badly...
Hakuna Hezmana.
When I was a young astronaut
When He was a Young Astro-NOOOOOOOOOUT!
What the heck was that?
Well, *you're* the one who showed me all those Disney movies back on Earth
Riiiight... Anyway. I looked to the stars in the highest esteem; I wanted to find out if I could follow my dream...
Then I got sucked through a hole... And had to start all over again.
If I knew you were this sappy, I never would have slept with you.
Shut up.
And it hurt... every time Rygel sat... up wiiiiiiind.
And oh what a change...
One *hell* of a change
that it brought to your name
Being chased by the insane
You were down on your luck
You're telling me
But at least you got a good f---
Hey! Watch your language!
I was going to say frell... honest.
Hakuna-Hezmana... unwanted call to fame.
Hakuna-Hezmana... Make you go insane.
For there's no chance to find a peaceful hide-away...
There's no harboring... from this genius criminal mind freak...
Hakuna Hezmana...
::softer::: Hankuna Hezmana.
So much drama
I hope you have enough vodka
::snort:: Hakuna Hezmana.
::soft again:: Hakuna Hezmana...
(both/slower/harmony) Ha-kuuu-na... Hez-ma-nnaah. (finish)
~*~
which also happens to turn into another (mini) peek into
my muse closet (part 2)
~*~
"I can't believe she just made us sing that," Aeryn said, flopping down on the couch after their 'big finish' as John called it.
"Yeah," sighed John, stretching out next to her. "It's one of the casualties of being a muse - sometimes you're called upon to do humiliating and otherwise degrading things."
"You're telling me!" scoffed Draco (obviously over hearing the last comment) as he and Harry wandered in to the main room, both of them appearing to have just finished up some practice time judging the broomsticks they were carrying and the rather dusty/grungy practice robes they were wearing. "It took me a week to get all the sticky Jell-O residue out of my hair after that wrestling bit she tossed us into," he continued, making a b-line for the fridge where Harry stood, chugging one bottle of water while he held out another for Draco.
"Yeah, and it took me three weeks" Harry responded, "but I'm not as obsessed with my hair as you are."
Draco snorted - quite a challenge when one is gulping down a 20-oz bottle of water at the same time. "Obviously," he stated after he had finished swallowing, leaving about an inch of water still in the bottle. "And I'm not obsessed, I'm dedicated. Being perfect isn't as easy as it looks, you know."
Harry just rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well, you can just go be 'perfect' in the half-bath - I'm claiming dibs on the master!"
The kid was quick; before Aeryn could even blink, he was on his broom and halfway across the room, leaving Draco rushing to catch up (and she had to admit, he was pretty good too).
The race didn't last for long, though; just as quickly as he had taken off, Harry twisted his body on his Firebolt and directed an "IMPEDIMENTA!" straight at his fellow Seeker's Nimbus 2001. The broomstick came to a dead halt, causing its rider to do a rather comedic head-over-heels fall right off the front of it. Surprisingly agile, Draco managed to twist his body so he hit the floor at a roll, slowing down only for a second or so before continuing his chase on foot. He must really love that bathroom, Aeryn thought. Or at least the wall-sized mirror in there.
It was to no avail, however, as Draco reached the master bathroom door just in time to have Harry slam it in his face. A few minutes of furious pounding and various versions of "THAT'S NOT FAIR! YOU USED MAGIC!" and "But all my hair care products are in there!!" commenced before Draco gave up and stalked to the smaller bathroom down the hall, where he slammed the door with enough force to caused his broomstick - still hanging in mid-air where Harry had "impedimenta"ed it - to clatter to the floor.
John and Aeryn watched this entire scene play out with guarded amusement, not wanting to draw the wrath of either boys. Pulse pistols were all well and good when fire power was comparative to the size of a man's feet (and, you know, just in their general impressive/intimidating-ness), but you never knew *what* the heck could come out of one of the wooden sticks those two carried around.
However, once both doors had been slammed and water could be heard running, they gave in to barely controlled laughter.
"And you want to have kids some day?" Aeryn asked, a few minutes later, still wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.
John groaned melo-dramatically. "Let's just hope to god neither of us has witchcraft in our family history."
~*~
which focuses mostly on the Harry Potter fandom and the Farscape fandom (no, I don't know why it ended up like this either... Blame the muses and consider yourselves lucky Timon and Pumbaa didn't show up.)