***GALLIFREY***


by pattie anne


Once I loved a Lord with a roguish eye
And his hearts were fancy free.
We would climb the rocks in the Wilderness
In a land called Gallifrey.


It was there, he vowed, he would be true
And would love no other but me.
But alas, Time Wind Vortex Vertices
Wooed my Lord away from me.


I can still see him standing by the door
Of his wondrous Space/Time machine.
"I'll come back to you and to Gallifrey."
"I'll come back ... so wait for me."


Some claim my Lord is a Renegade.
One WHO must ever be free.
But my hearts know he needs just a bit more TIME
And the SPACE to come back to me.


For I still see him standing by the door
Of the TARDIS he claims as his own.
"I'll return to you, little flutterwing."
"I'll return to you ... you must believe.


Now I walk alone The Panoptican
With a tang of mint in the air
And I mourn the days here on Gallifrey
And my Lord who won't be there.


Yet, I still see him standing by the door
As he smiled and winked a goodbye.
"I'll be back for you, favorite Prydon one.
I'll be back, you look for me."




***Won't You Come Back, Tom Baker? ***


by Judy


Won't you come back, Tom Baker?
Won't you come back?
Oh ... how the months drag on.
It's been too long and lonely
Since you've been gone.
Please do another con!


We miss those crowded lobbies.
Lines two miles long.
Too high to miss the sleep I'd lack.
Without you, life's a sham.
Tom Baker, won't you please come back?


Won't you come back, Tom Baker
Won't you come back?
Dealers, they too miss you.
Miss all your smiles and laughter.
And ... by the way ...
They miss their monies too!


Remember the lines to greet you?
And that applause
From young and old across the map?
We'd hop a bus or plane
And wait in sun or rain
Tom Baker, if you'd JUST come back.


(spoken softly) PLEASE!




***Dead Time Lords Aren't Much Fun***


by pattie anne


1) My Time Lord died last fall
Now he's decomposing in the TARDIS hall.
Dead Time Lords aren't much fun.
Oh ... no ... no.


CHORUS:


Dead, dead, dead, dead Time Lords;
Dead, dead, dead, dead Time Lords;
Dead Time Lords aren't much fun.


2) The Master said his days are through.
He wants to put my Doctor in a stew.
Dead Time Lords aren't much fun.
Oh ... no ... no.


CHORUS:


3) They don't come when you call.
They won't play Cricket Ball.
Dead Time Lords aren't much fun.
Oh ... no ... no.


CHORUS:


4) He never goes out ... he only stays in.
There's a Universe 'out there' but I'm stuck here with him.
Dead Time Lords sure aren't fun!
Oh ... no ... no.


CHORUS:


5) I'm but a companion so I can't fly this ol' machine.
This morning K9 bit me! Sure could use a Time Ring.
Dead Time Lords aren't much fun.
Fun ... fun ... fun???


CHORUS:




***Fifty Ways To Kill Tom Baker***


by Judy


1) The world's a funeral in roles played by our friend.
He seems to hold a strange attraction to "The End."
As that Grim Reaper waits for scripts this actor's in.
There must be Fifty Ways To Kill TOM BAKER.


2) A dirge or wake might help you if you're thunder struck
From seeing films that shower TOM with rotten luck.
While watching painter Moore get flattened by a truck. --1
You'll think of Fifty Ways To Kill TOM BAKER


CHORUS: Blow up a small plane, Blane. --2
Poison and then shoot, Luke. --3
Push him off a ledge, Ted
Like Anthony did. --4


3) Rasputin thought he knew how to put off being dead.
But poison doesn't mix with bodies filled with lead. --3
We'll watch poor Koura turn the fountain pretty red. --5
And count the Fifty Ways To Kill TOM BAKER.


4) Poor Hassan realized one of man's greatest fears
His final plane ride split the passengers and gears. --2
And now he can't give, "... Seventeen more glorious years."
Add 'Moore' to the Fifty Ways To Kill TOM BAKER.


CHORUS:


5) They say a cat has, enviably, nine long lives.
But for the script writers who planned Our Man's demise
And all the people who served up poor Lynch with knives.
There still were Fifty Ways To Kill TOM BAKER.


6) That gloomy day when the best Doctor fell so far.
How many times he played his scenes upon death's door.
One must recall the times he came so close before.
While counting Fifty Ways To Kill TOM BAKER.


CHORUS:


7) And now, even with early films and "Who" behind.
There isn't much that's changed within the viewer's mind.
Did Sir Guy pull the arrow out, or did they find --7
Another Fifty Ways To Kill TOM BAKER?


8) Someday they'll build a Hall of Fame for those we've seen
Who die so frequently upon Stage and Screen.
And in the heaviest ledgers that fill it serene
You'll find the
Fifty Ways To Kill TOM BAKER.



CODES:
--1. Vault of Horror
--2. The Curse of King Tut's Tomb
--3. Nicholas And Alexandra
--4. Logopolis (Doctor Who)
--5. The Golden Voyage of Sinbad
--6. The Mutations
--7. The Zany Adventures of Robin Hood




***MY LOVE ... THE TARDIS ... AND ME***


by pattie anne


Sing me a song of VORTEX.
Of TIME RINGS, RASSILON, and PARSECS.
A song that will speak of the magic of three.
My love ... the TARDIS ... and me.


The path of TIME LORD NUCLEI
Will teach us the right way to fly.
It's all that I want in TIME/SPACE ... and it's free.
My love ... the TARDIS ... and me.


Always you TIME STREAMS are beckoning me.
I hear the sounds of alien melodies.
The TARDIS can change fortnight into today.
Oh, carry us away, carry us away!
My love ... the TARDIS ... and me.


Sing me a song of VORTEX.
Of TIME RINGS, RASSILON, and PARSECS.
A song that will speak of the magic of three.
My love ... the TARDIS ... and me.


If our TIMES could end perfectly.
I know how I'd want it to be.
GALLIFREY'S gift would be made up of three
My love ... the TARDIS ... and me.


Always you TIME STREAMS are beckoning me.
I hear the sounds of alien melodies.
The TARDIS can change fortnight into yesterday.
Carry us away ... carry us away!
My love ... the TARDIS ... and me.


It's all that I want in TIME/SPACE ... and it's free.
My love ... the TARDIS ... and me.




***Your Whisper Is A Sacred Tone***


by ace_thorne


All the people seem to stare at me
As if I had some kind of disease
I sit alone and cold on a park bench
Knowing Iíll never be at ease

Beside me, there sits a young man
With his manic topaz eyes shining at me
He looks into my heart, telling my heart
Look upon him and believe

The world stays still for that last minute In time
His smile is enough to freeze this wound Of mine
I know by now, that Iíll never ever be alone
Knowing that his whisper is a sacred tone

The perfect song Iíve been looking for
For so long

All the people seem to stare at me
As if I had some kind of disease
I sit alone and cold on a park bench
Knowing Iíll never be at ease

But that day will dawn
When he comes along

The world stays still for that last minute In time
His smile is enough to freeze this wound Of mine
I know by now, that Iíll never ever be alone
Knowing that his whisper is a sacred tone

The perfect song Iíve been looking for
For so long



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