The People of Fandom
Lyrics:Maureen S. O'Brien
Music:"Make Or Break Harbor", Stan Rogers


I walk through the winter, for it's not as cold
As the hearts I have just seen uncovered.
The wind chills the night, but its teeth have less bite
Than fandom gone feuding, I've discovered.
For the night wind is bitter, but still it is pure;
It can kill, but it does so unmeaning.
But though these were friends, now their fighting won't end;
For each other's blood they keep screaming.

Ch: The people of fandom, my friends, are too few,
    But still we wage wars misbegotten.
    And too many neutrals get hung out to dry;
    They gafiate, then they're forgotten.

It starts with some gossip, an off-hand remark, 
Or the tiniest of disagreements.
The odd rumor flies, then someone replies,
The lies start, and fen turn into demons.
I've done it myself, and I've passed things along,
And I've seen it at ev'ry convention ©
Until, at the end, you don't know your friends
And which to each other can be mentioned.

(Ch)

The riggings, the raggings, the smofs and the snobs,
The letters, the lawsuits, the lying --
The griefs and the grudges just hinder our jobs
Till soul-sick, all fandom starts to dying.
Oh, isn't it time to forgive and forget
And remember why we came together?
If ever the stars we intend to make ours,
We can't let our fellowship be severed.

(Ch)