FilkSong of Eleanor Rigby, originally by the Beatles (duh). By
AdamField. This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in this
FilkSong are fictitious, and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. EDIT: Especially the one where I didn't know how Jonathan's last name was pronounced
(or how my first name is spelled (...an, not ...on)), so it isn't even the same person. At the time, I thought it was pronounced like bee-ll, rather than like bell. If someone wants to edit this with a different name that fits the syllabic pattern as well, feel free.
Ah, look at all the sleeping people
Ah, look at all the sleeping people
JonathanBeall picks up the notes in
the classroom where physics will be,
Then goes to sleep.
Waits for 9:50, wearing a face
like he's been doing homework all night,
Not a good sight.
All the tired people
Asleep in the back row.
All the tired people,
Why do they even go?
ProfessorTownsend, writing the words of
a lecture that's over our head,
Cause we're all dead.
Look at him talking, blabbering on
in his class as if somebody cares;
Our brains aren't there.
All the sleeping people
Where do they all come from?
All the sleeping people
Why do they even come?
Ah, look at all the sleeping people
Ah, look at all the sleeping people
JonathanBeall died on his quiz and was
buried along with his grade,
Who is to blame?
ProfessorTownsend, giving his lectures
so boring that no-one's awake,
makes physics lame.
All the tired people
Asleep in the back row.
All the tired people,
Why do they even go?