Disclaimer: I still have nothing original to say – don't own Tin Man or this song by Nephew.
Author's Note: Unlike last song – which I can image DG singing whilst intoxicated – this song isn't about the humour, though it does have its moments. I happen to like this rewrite better as it approaches poetry (which I cannot write decently without a template). It just has more merit in my eyes, and I find it fun to sing (the last one I have trouble singing out loud for some reason). The original song is 'Police Bell and Gulch Sirens' by Nephew – a band and song I hadn't even heard of until Megan McAlistair brought it up with obviously nefarious purposes. The credit is hers for 'knights in cars' and 'princesses on farms' – the phrases by which she ensnared me into rewriting this because I like them so much. Some of the original lines remain because they just worked so perfectly. I tried to stay somewhat true to the meaning of the original song – though I admit when they started singing in Danish at the end of the song, I was a kind of on my own (and damn is it hard to sync my lyrics to it, even though the syllables match – I think). I recommend giving it a listen before you see what I ended up doing – it really is a fun song. Currently trying to keep muse away from the other song she mentioned – yeah, it's in German, but I don't see what protection that is – though all things considered, I should probably let her have free range for a bit. *Shrug* Tomorrow brain-brain will be offered the choice between writing and studying topics in radionucleotide imaging, if that's not something that will encourage creative procrastination, I don't know what will. Fingers crossed people.
PS There are some spacing things done in the middle of the formerly Danish part that are all due to the fanfic site and not what I intended - especially given how it is split - but can I change it? Nope.
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Cain Bells and Gulch Sirens
Well, I'm a fan of knights in cars and tornados
And of princesses on farms, and noble fools
And I'm a fan of brainless men, and brave cowards
And of villains that are not, and voices heard
Why don't they make it Cain bells and Gulch sirens
Cain ding dong, Gulch wee ooh
Talking about Cain bells and Gulch sirens
Cain ding dong, Gulch wee ooh
Well I'm a fan when dogs are men, and cops are caught
And of little monkeys with wings, and parent robots
And I'm a fan of holding hands and letting go
And of being so in love, but not let it show
Why don't they make it Cain bells and Gulch sirens
Cain ding dong, Gulch wee ooh
Talking about Cain bells and Gulch sirens
Cain ding dong, Gulch wee ooh
Gulch sirens, fightin' men with guns and copper cuffs
In the buff
Gulch despite his looks is quite badass
If he's mad best let him pass
He's got brass
In tin Cain thought he lost his heart, he stands aloof
Blue eyes see truth
And when Cain rides in Longcoats fall beneath the hoof
Bulletproof
Why don't they make it Cain bells and Gulch sirens
Cain ding dong, Gulch wee ooh
Talking about Cain bells and Gulch sirens
Cain ding dong, Gulch wee ooh
